Using too much stick and not enough carrot. Donkeys have feelings too, you know?
My wife's making me bacon and eggs. Mmm...
We're going to take a day trip down the coast today, and there's this fantastic, little fish and chip shop by the water. You know, the kind where the three old boilers batter the fish in front of you and cut the chips by hand? And they don't put up with any shit either. If you don't have yourself sorted and ready to order on the spot, they yell at you. They love me though, much to my wife's bemusement.
I'm very charming.
Anyway, I absolutely love their perch. It's so deliciously sweet, with the crispiest batter. Ooh, and the hand-cut chips. And maybe a potato scallop or two...
First I'm going to get the fish...then I'm going to eat the fish...*hops from one foot to the other, wriggling my fingers*
I think where it feels natural to end it.
What's the story about? What's the goal, or the point of it? If it's all about getting in her, then the end should be shortly after the good bit, with just a little aftermath so that the reader is left with the right taste in their mouth.
I rush a lot of my endings, simply because I run out of space in the 10,000 word limit, or 1,500 words, or whatever it might be. I usually have big, elaborate anal scenes planned out that I never have room for. But in hindsight, I don't actually need them. They don't add anything to the story.
As for editing the shit out of it, I tend to do that as I go, with maybe half a dozen read throughs at the end. I try not to over-think it too much. Once it's done, I just want to get it out there as quickly as I can, so that I can torture myself over the external validation of views, votes and comments.
Meh...I honestly don't care. Guys are going to look, that's what we do.
When my wife reports to me that someone's sniffing around or has asked her out, I usually just tease her about it. She gets a nice little ego boost from the attention, and the playful banter back and forth between us is quite amusing. We're secure enough in our relationship to know that sort of stuff doesn't matter.
The one time the attention went too far, it was actually quite confronting. I sized the clown up for a beating, ready to step in. But instead, I asked my wife what she wanted to do about the threatening situation, rather than jump in like some gorilla. While she's my wife, she's not my property. She's perfectly capable of looking after herself. She stood her ground, and the guy slunk away with his tail between his legs.
I know better than that. But baiting the trap for a cute, little butterfly...
"Fuck me," I say, sucking air in through my teeth. "I'm going to pass there, Kenny."
My wife's dreadful leftover butter chicken, or more accurately, bitter chicken. I'll load it into a couple of jaffles and hopefully I'll be able to keep it down.
If I'm a good boy, I'll get to wash it down with a Maxibon. Mmm...Maxibon.
I cast my vote for trimmed.
Wow! That was so shocking about the French guy. Caught me completely off guard. Him too, obviously.
And poor Lord Friendzone. That Dragon Queen holds a grudge like nobody's business.
Only two episodes left. Man, that sucks!
Another vote from the cheap seats for counselling, if not for the both of you, at least for you. A good psychologist will be able to work with you to help you take the action that's right for you, whether it's finding a way to accept the situation, come up with strategies to change it, or assist you to move on.
As for "normal", don't get caught up on labels. What matters is what's going on for you, not everybody else. But for whatever it's worth, it's not uncommon.
Good luck.
The same bloody thing it's been about for the last six months, this motherfuckin' werewolf story!
If I get it finished in time, I want to move onto one about a soldier and a nurse in a refugee camp. Otherwise, I've got a gangbang story knocking pretty hard on the inside of my skull to get out.
Yeah, we don't care.
And anyone who does, isn't worthy of your time.
Hot chips please my soul.
I've certainly woken my wife up with both the smell and volume of mine, some while I was sleeping myself. Others while I was trying not to laugh.
I too have been woken by the smell, but to be honest, I can't recall who dealt it. And with all due deference to the above ladies that doth protest too much...well, you know.
Poke. *giggles like a little girl, but in a manly way*
Team America...fuck yeah!
I wouldn't worry about it too much. Anyone who has friended you, followed you or favourited one of your stories will just see the new name in their respective lists. Follow that up with a message to all your friends and a short-term note on your profile page and you'll be fine.
I don't know about the rest of you, but a naughty nurse showdown does sound interesting though. Oh my...
No, but it's my number one concern.
The horse has bolted, so that just leaves me. Grrr.
Bang her like a Salvation Army drum.
Above, and I'm hoping below.
Good for busting a nut. Bad for self-esteem.