Is this a common question from "new" writers. I have done different genres, humor and drama and fantasy. I fo get different characters and they are themselves unique... there is a commonality that concerns me.
I have written several stories. From the first story posted, I was concerned that any subsequent story would be a "rehash" of my first. I have written for humor, romance and fantasy. Yet, all seem to have a common "voice"... mine. Am I doomed to be a one dimensional writer? If you have suggestions, believe me, I want to hear them. I am starting a new story and want this one to be "different".
I have written several stories. From the first story posted, I was concerned that any subsequent story would be a "rehash" of my first. I have written for humor, romance and fantasy. Yet, all seem to have a common "voice"... mine. Am I doomed to be a one dimensional writer? If you have suggestions, believe me, I want to hear them. I am starting a new story and want this one to be "different".
This post probably doesn't belong here... If I knew how, I would delete it.
Of course where we think all the bodies are buried. The gay detective is an unexpected twist.... but then what else in new in this stroy. It's like being blindfoled on a roller coaster.... you know it's going to end.
Great story. more please.
Even when the people are the same... time changes everything. Did they get together in the milking barn? Was it like old times? Or did they leave the past to rest undisturbed? Would like to know... more please
This time we were humping each other. When our efforts synced and our cocks aligned it was a pell mell rush to the finish. His was frantic.. rapid fire humps. Mine was more a state of paralysis while my body was racked by paroxysmal eruptions.
We were spent… and yet we clung to each other. Our heads were on the other’s shoulder. We gasped and heaved for breath. We clung as if life itself might slip away. I felt the cooling ejaculate sliding down the inside of my thigh. Still I held on. The s
And the plot thickens... there is no way a fine physical speci man like Chartley will die before at least confessing desire for a conjugal act.... still waiting for Peter's tatoo... more please