I'm a man who's branching out a little, and trying to write from the woman's perspective on romantic (erotic) novels. I'm asking you to help me develop a wholly new writing style, and I welcome any and all criticism and constructive suggestions from women, as you are my rhetorical target audience. Please enjoy this small sample and be sure to leave feedback so that I may better write my pieces that all people can enjoy reading!
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He placed one of his strong and rugged hands onto the smooth and gentle curve of my hips, reaching around me to place the other firmly on the small of my back while pulling me in close. He was almost six inches taller than me, and I suddenly felt quite small in his presence as he looked down and gazed straight into my eyes. I felt his fingers slowly crawl up the ridges of my spine towards my neck, sending the familiar pulses of exhilaration and excitement through my every nerve. Yet strangely enough, his touch also seemed to carry a sense of calm and comfort that I had seldom experienced with another person.
We stood there in silence, his hand combing through my messy hair while I wrapped my arms across his broad shoulders, my breasts pressing against his warm chest. That moment felt nothing short of perfect. But soon, it began to feel like it was lasting TOO long, like the seconds were beginning to elapse into minutes. What was he waiting for? Was something wrong? Did he suddenly realize that it was ME that he was embracing so closely and not one of those gorgeous models from Glamour magazine? Maybe the music I chose was ruining the mood, or the candles I lit were all wrong. What could he –
All of my worries, fears, and inhibitions melted away that second when he pressed his lips against mine. Kissing him felt like a flood had come and swept away everything else around me, and we were all that was left. I wanted more, and I tenderly bit his bottom lip. He was getting excited too, as he traced the edges of my tongue with his.
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//Excerpt.cpywrt.5/19/10:CrWrWPOV001//…
He placed one of his strong and rugged hands onto the smooth and gentle curve of my hips, reaching around me to place the other firmly on the small of my back while pulling me in close. He was almost six inches taller than me, and I suddenly felt quite small in his presence as he looked down and gazed straight into my eyes. I felt his fingers slowly crawl up the ridges of my spine towards my neck, sending the familiar pulses of exhilaration and excitement through my every nerve. Yet strangely enough, his touch also seemed to carry a sense of calm and comfort that I had seldom experienced with another person.
We stood there in silence, his hand combing through my messy hair while I wrapped my arms across his broad shoulders, my breasts pressing against his warm chest. That moment felt nothing short of perfect. But soon, it began to feel like it was lasting TOO long, like the seconds were beginning to elapse into minutes. What was he waiting for? Was something wrong? Did he suddenly realize that it was ME that he was embracing so closely and not one of those gorgeous models from Glamour magazine? Maybe the music I chose was ruining the mood, or the candles I lit were all wrong. What could he –
All of my worries, fears, and inhibitions melted away that second when he pressed his lips against mine. Kissing him felt like a flood had come and swept away everything else around me, and we were all that was left. I wanted more, and I tenderly bit his bottom lip. He was getting excited too, as he traced the edges of my tongue with his.
//end.