Hello and thanks for reading this. I am a detailed writer and I always write for my characters' thoughts. I won't write with anyone who does not take their writing seriously. If you are still interested, here are my requirements. There is also a writing sample below.
Here are my requirements;
1. You must send me a writing sample of three or more paragraphs, to my personal messages please.
2. You need to be able to post a minimum of two paragraphs for every post, but more are appreciated.
3. I like adult content. I don't write without it, so I can not write in threads. Please let me know that you are over eighteen and able to handle adult content.
4. I can post a minimum of every other day, and I expect the same.
5. I like writing female-female and male-female or female-male. I am a male, but I do well with female characters.
6. i do not mind some planning, but I do like to get to the writing within one week. Longer than that, and I will lose interest.
Despite the nature of the writing sample, I am a guy. This sample has been edited to eliminate adult content. It is a post from a game I am in on another site.
Lady of Spain
Annabella Maria Fairweather stood at the top of the winding oak staircase, leading down into the massive front entry hall. She was a statuesque beauty with black hair and eyes and flawless skin. She wore a red dress and a black veil. In her left hand, she carried a black silk fan.
Her husband was away, and that meant that the house was mercifully her's, for the moment. Soon he would be home to lord it over her again, but for now she could concentrate on her favorite things, like dressing fashionable, sleeping in, throwing tea parties and screwing her maid and the groundskeeper.
Her daughter Marianne swept by her. She was a cute, eighteen year old girl in low rider jeans and a mid-drift bearing tank top. She hollered after her, as her girl took two stairs at a time going down.
"Marianna, that is hardly suitable attire!" It was to no avail. The girl was already out the massive front door, and undoubtedly into the front seat of some infernal machine, driven by some horny youth, with a pedigree. Her daughter at least had the decency to date nobles, but she changed boyfriends every other week. It was all her husband's fault. He had spoiled the girl, and now she was a wild and uncontrollable brat. And her husband was a prat! She descended the staircase like the lady that she was and entered the parlor.
The parlor was her sanctuary, away from Richard, and his damnable desires. He never ventured into the parlor. It had white walls with pale pink flowers, red and white upholstered furniture and tasteful plants. Here she could invite the vicar's wife over for tea, or possibly have a tea party with her friends amongst the lower nobles and the less obnoxious of the nouveau riche. Here, she was a queen.
She went and sat by the window, thinking of what she wanted to do with the day, while a pretty little French maid, named Anna, served her tea and biscuits. It was already eleven, and she had only been up for an hour, but did not feel up to eating breakfast. She absentmindedly patted the maid's head, as she poured the tea, and then dismissed her to her other duties. The Earl Grey tea, with one lump and steeped in cream, the English way, did her a world of good.
Here are my requirements;
1. You must send me a writing sample of three or more paragraphs, to my personal messages please.
2. You need to be able to post a minimum of two paragraphs for every post, but more are appreciated.
3. I like adult content. I don't write without it, so I can not write in threads. Please let me know that you are over eighteen and able to handle adult content.
4. I can post a minimum of every other day, and I expect the same.
5. I like writing female-female and male-female or female-male. I am a male, but I do well with female characters.
6. i do not mind some planning, but I do like to get to the writing within one week. Longer than that, and I will lose interest.
Despite the nature of the writing sample, I am a guy. This sample has been edited to eliminate adult content. It is a post from a game I am in on another site.
Lady of Spain
Annabella Maria Fairweather stood at the top of the winding oak staircase, leading down into the massive front entry hall. She was a statuesque beauty with black hair and eyes and flawless skin. She wore a red dress and a black veil. In her left hand, she carried a black silk fan.
Her husband was away, and that meant that the house was mercifully her's, for the moment. Soon he would be home to lord it over her again, but for now she could concentrate on her favorite things, like dressing fashionable, sleeping in, throwing tea parties and screwing her maid and the groundskeeper.
Her daughter Marianne swept by her. She was a cute, eighteen year old girl in low rider jeans and a mid-drift bearing tank top. She hollered after her, as her girl took two stairs at a time going down.
"Marianna, that is hardly suitable attire!" It was to no avail. The girl was already out the massive front door, and undoubtedly into the front seat of some infernal machine, driven by some horny youth, with a pedigree. Her daughter at least had the decency to date nobles, but she changed boyfriends every other week. It was all her husband's fault. He had spoiled the girl, and now she was a wild and uncontrollable brat. And her husband was a prat! She descended the staircase like the lady that she was and entered the parlor.
The parlor was her sanctuary, away from Richard, and his damnable desires. He never ventured into the parlor. It had white walls with pale pink flowers, red and white upholstered furniture and tasteful plants. Here she could invite the vicar's wife over for tea, or possibly have a tea party with her friends amongst the lower nobles and the less obnoxious of the nouveau riche. Here, she was a queen.
She went and sat by the window, thinking of what she wanted to do with the day, while a pretty little French maid, named Anna, served her tea and biscuits. It was already eleven, and she had only been up for an hour, but did not feel up to eating breakfast. She absentmindedly patted the maid's head, as she poured the tea, and then dismissed her to her other duties. The Earl Grey tea, with one lump and steeped in cream, the English way, did her a world of good.
