This is not first person. It's called 'second person narrative'.I don't take the story in the literal sense of putting myself into the other person's position. I can imagine myself as either the writer's perspective or as the person they're writing to/about, so gender differences don't bother me in that regard. Or I can just appreciate it as though I'm reading a letter that I have nothing to do with and watching a scene unfold. I typically use first or third person, but my last story was in second-person narrative (I wanted to try something different). That perspective has a more intimate and immediate feel but probably is the least popular tense for readers. Having said that, if you can pull off a story, I don't care what tense it's in. I've enjoyed reading stories in all three. Dancing Doll, your "Hard Candy" is a great story, worthy of a skilled writer like yourself. But it seems to me that it is a first-person narrative more than second-person. It is still voiced from the "I" perspective. Compare to that a novel like Michel Butor's "Second Thoughts" (original French title: La Modification). Butor replaces the first person entirely with "you": "You open the door, you lift your bag into place,..." The result is that a person the "you" interacts with becomes "he" or "she" etc.: "You telephone Véronique. She answers and tells you..." This kind of experiment was all the rage with the French New Novel, but clearly never made it into the mainstream.
It seems to me that in the US women (maybe men too) have gotten much more concealment-oriented about breast feeding. One of my nicest memories is of a conversation I had with a neighbor years ago while she breastfed her baby. There was no covering up, no towels here or there. It was just very matter of fact and she had no problem with me watching this beautiful sight. I was bottle-fed myself (not that I consciously remember) and this may also explain a particular hunger on my part for open nursing.
Are you male or female? Male.How old are you? 32How many times a week do you masturbate? 7 plusHow many times do you orgasm each time you play? Once.Where do you masturbate:In bed? Sometimes.In the shower? No.In the bath? No.Outdoors? Sometimes.At work? Sometimes.Every room in the house? Basically, yes.In a car while traveling... ? No.What do you fantasize about when you play:A significant other?A friend?A friend's spouse?A stranger?A student?A member of the same sex?A past lover? Is this all I get as options? What position do you play in:On your back? Yes.Standing? Sometimes.Kneeling? No.Sitting? Sometimes.Lying on tummy? No.How do you play:With left hand?With right hand? Yes.With a toy?With water from bath?Written erotica? Yes.Pictures? Yes.Movie clips online?Videos? Yes.Something on TV?What is your favorite porn:Straight sex between man and woman?Gay or lesbian sex? Lesbian sex, first choice.Group sex or orgies? Orgies, second choice.Blow jobs/oral sex?Cumshots?Anal?Interracial?Age play?S&M? BDSM, third choice.Role playing?Kinky?Have you ever masturbated to:Email messages? No.A chat room dialogue? No.Exchanged stories or pictures? No.Have you ever:Been caught masturbating? Yes.Masturbated for a man/woman? No.Masturbated for the same sex? No.Masturbated in a group? No.Masturbated for a photo? No.Masturbated for a webcam? No.Masturbated for a video? No.--pretty dull, yeah.Do you ever:Play with nipples/breasts when masturbating?Insert something or play with your ass?Insert something in mouth when masturbating?Use pain as a method of playing? No to all these.For men and women:Do you taste your cum? Yes.When was the last time you masturbated? Yesterday.Are you wet or hard now? No.Are you going to masturbate now? Probably not.Are you a masturbation addict? No.What is the most you have played in one day? Probably 3 times.
First of all, I’m straight. This is something I’ve thought a lot about in the past week, and I’m convinced of that. What happened in the bookstore was a fluke, a weird combination of circumstances. I don’t regret what happened, but it’s not going to happen again. I just want to write the story out so that I can be really clear in my mind what did happen, so that I can be on my guard. ...
Added 18 Aug 2013 | Category Gay Male
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Liz glanced in the mirror in the ladies’ room before leaving the office. She wanted to look absolutely perfect for lunch with Alana. She knew that her dark blue skirt-suit was very businesslike, but she added a turquoise scarf to soften her look for this special social occasion. In the three years since Brandon, her main attorney, had married this beautiful, stylish blonde, Liz really...
Added 05 Aug 2013 | Category BDSM
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The video shows a very broad expanse in the low-ceilinged concourse of an underground station. The distant walls are covered with large, shiny, dark red tiles. Here and there a sign in Norwegian. In the background, far from the camera, people walk briskly in different directions, heading for a train or for an exit. Some of them glance toward the camera, but none pause. This is remarkable. ...
Added 02 Aug 2013 | Category Reluctance
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When she saw Brandon appear in the office door, Liz didn’t recognize him for several seconds. He was white as a sheet, had circles under his eyes, and looked as if he hadn’t slept. “Mr. Smith, can I have Becky get you some coffee? Something stronger? Maybe she should cancel that conference call…” Liz had always been attentive. As a paralegal, it was not her job to minister to any...
Added 29 Jul 2013 | Category BDSM
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The man was naked, sweating, red-faced. His hands were cuffed behind his back as he knelt in front of a woman, his face between her spread thighs. She was wearing a black bustier, opaque black thigh-highs, a tiny sheer black thong, and spike heels. He was licking the front of her crotch, pushing his tongue against the nylon to pleasure the swollen clit within. As the camera came closer, there...
Added 16 Jul 2013 | Category BDSM
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George Whitman was grateful for the window in his bedroom that looked out into a small green space between the rows of buildings. If he looked upwards, over the buildings on the other side, he could see in the distance the very top of the British Museum. Down below there was a small patch of mossy grass fringed with ferns, then tall shrubs and an old, blackened brick wall. It wasn't clear...
Added 12 Jul 2013 | Category Voyeur
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When I got home from the hardware store with the part for the lawnmower, Diana was sitting right next to Alan on the sofa in the living room. Their knees were touching. I guess they didn’t hear me coming in the back door. It’s understandable. I had just taken my bike instead of the car and so I arrived very quietly. Alan seemed to jump back, away from Diana, when I stuck my head into the room...
Added 08 Jul 2013 | Category Cuckold
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When Phil woke up, Emily was asleep beside him. She looked beautiful and peaceful in her flower print nightie. He looked at her for a moment before everything flooded back from the day before. He realized he was naked and lying in a dried patch of his own cum. How could he have masturbated and had an orgasm thinking about her and that guy Bob? Imagining a scene he hadn’t witnessed? As he...
Added 29 May 2013 | Category Cuckold
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They were both in a very bad mood when Phil grabbed his briefcase and headed out of the kitchen through the laundry room to the garage. Already it was in the high 80’s and the walls of the breakfast nook were visibly moist. “Look, it’s your problem now. I’ve got to be at the courthouse in forty-five minutes.” The loud slam of the door probably kept him from hearing Emily’s...
Added 27 May 2013 | Category Cuckold
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I had just come from the swimming pool when I met Greta. Maybe that explains the way I reacted. Swimming has a magical effect on me. I get totally relaxed, even though I get tired. Being tired is actually part of the relaxation. All through my muscles I feel the sweet sense of rest. All the twitchiness is gone, the restlessness, the tension. And my mind is emptied too. What takes over is...
Added 24 May 2013 | Category Lesbian
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