Ok, I admit it, right here and now.
I am very insecure about several things. I am insecure about my height, (lack of) my bust size, (also lacking) my hips (my ass unfortunately is not lacking in size), and the current color of my hair. (Yes, last June I went... BLONDE!!!- for about 6 weeks)

I am secure in my personal sexuality, my professional abilities, and the level of education I have achieved. (MSN!!! WOO HOOO!!)

But here in our little world of Pixie's Place, I am most insecure when writing about that certain part of myself, the part of me that peeks out when relating details of sexual encounters, especially details of intimate relationships with others of my own gender.
I know I have not written much about my same sex encounters, as I find it difficult to be relaxed, open and objective.

I am also insecure about my narrative writing skills, the art of telling a story. I can comfortably write and present lengthy scholarly papers and monographs on Nursing, on politics and on Women's and Lesbian and bisexual issues (some of you here might say I write too much on these subjects) and feel happy about what and how I write.
But narrative writing, even when describing real events from my own life, is difficult for me.
Truthfully, I have never been able to write "fiction". It always come out so melodramatic, so overall bad I can never read my own writings. So I only write from my own experiences.

I have now (as of my recent post, "categories... hot moments" in Group Sex Stories) written in more detail about my sexual encounters with other women than ever before... and most importantly, I have made an attempt to describe me, the real me, the way my mind processes things, the details I notice about people, the odd little ideas that fly around in my head, and the way I feel emtionally and physically when I am sexually involved. This is scary stuff, and not easy for me. I mean, I actually sit here and blush when trying to describe my own orgasms.

So... I want your help.

Please provide me and the other writers here with feedback. If you hate what I write, if you think I am a freaky little bitch, then go ahead and say so. But say something!! Please.
I want to post the rest of this, but I want to hear from the Women and men of Pixies before I finish.

By the way, Leigh (my "part time" partner) has helped me edit and rewrite in the past, and she has always urged me to write in a new way, to try to find my own "voice".
She has urged me to try to write the same way I talk, using the same style of speech and vocabulary I use daily when talking with friends. I have tried in the past, without much real success, but I have kept trying.

After a marathon day- long writing effort to set down everything that happened that night while it was more or less fresh and clear in my mind, (I did my own editing, so any grammatical or other errors are mine, and mine alone, as they say) I posted Part One

This is me.
This really is the way I am, more or less, really the way I talk and think.

Well, at least more so than anything else I have written here previously.

Please write soon, so I can feel confident enough to post the next two parts.


Love,

Wicked Wanda.

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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
So where's MY parade?"

---Margaret Cho

Well, gotta say that I loved the story dear. Very nicely descriptive and well, flat out hot. Please, please, please post the next two parts.

Oh and if you'd like a "Siskel and Ebbert" kind of review I suppose I can post a pic to give you my thoughts on your writing.

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No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever. ~~ Francois Mocuriac

Confucius say, "He who masturbate into cash register come into money."

An optimist looks at the glass and says it's half full. A pessimist looks at the glass and says it's half empty. A Cubs fan looks at the glass and says, "When's it gonna spill?"

Deus Impetitio Esuritori Nullus

First off, let me apologize. I had meant to start a feedback thread for your story which, for anyone that has yet to read it, can be found right here. I get sidetracked easily, truth be told, and there's just too much going on during the day. (There's a lot of porn on this here web, is what I mean to say. )

So let's get to it.

Wanda, you are a freaky little bitch. And I love it.

I am by no means an expert in writing and composition. (Of course, for all I know a so-called expert might not appreciate the style of your story, but that is not what's open for discussion.) I can say, however, that I really enjoyed reading about your night on the town, as well as your previous writings concerning your sexy encounters, and look forward to reading more. You fill in enough detail to set the scene without overdoing the descriptions. As the story progresses I find myself anticipating what is to come. For instance, I loved the way you described dancing and being brought to orgasm on the dance floor. Fucking hot! But you didn't just get right to it, you built up to it. Along with that you didn't take too long to get there. I really find it sexy and well written.

The long and short of it is, if you write it, I read it. Not only that, but I enjoy it as well.

Now, please tell me more of this ass you claim is not lacking in size...

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Clever? Nah, I ran out of that years ago. But if you find this, let me know, k?
"The road goes ever on..." ~ Tolkien

In memory of my friend skip...
Go then, there are other worlds than these

Wow. Reading your story was like listening to you tell me about it. It is very real and wonderfully descriptive. You have no reason to feel insecure about your writing. Thanks for sharing.

There is reality, clarity and openess in your "voice." I've not found mine yet. I understand your struggle. I appreciated the way you show your mind's dialogue. It adds meaning to actions.

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I love being able to read your thought bubbles, and how you so concisely break down the evaluation process we subconciously engage in when we meet someone.

Great story so far, and the writing style drew me in and kept me there. Thank you.

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.

Subconciously? Hmm.
Hon, I didn't know it was supposed to be subconscious. This is the real me, this is what runs through my mind...
Now I am even more self conscious than before.
Also, thanks IowaMan, Aqua, VaBeast, and always darling Lilith.

I will post part two later, I am going out for dinner and movie, maybe dancing!

HUGS

'bye now...

WW

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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
So where's MY parade?"

---Margaret Cho

WW I am swooning You are much better at writting than I am Compair this to my Piddly little scrawlings

I've been remiss in not adding my feedback, just let me make up for it by saying I've missed dearly your literary doodles...if they don't rise to the level of great literature, they do convey very well your feelings before, during & after your sexual escapades, & they have always gotten a rise out of this reader...they allows me (& everyone else here, I believe) to live vicariously thru you...& if that isn't the definition of good writing, I'd like to know what is...



BTW, I really do appreciate the other things you claim to be insecure about as well

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Plug me into somethin'

If the theory does not conform to the facts, then the facts must be discarded.

No good deed ever goes unpunished

Never argue with an idiot. He'll drag you down to his level, & beat you with experience.

Wicked Wanda, I am unfortunately not as eloquent as the others who've given you feedback. All I can say is that I love it!!!! I am looking forward to the next part!!!!

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.