After two years of work, my book is nearly finished (95,000 words - two chapters left to write). I am looking for BETA readers. If you have the time, I invite you to read my story and share your thoughts. Thank you.
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SkyWolf
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 76
0 miles · Kingston
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As I write this message... does anyone need a hand?
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She leaned into me until our noses touched while her hand moved to my knee and slowly slid along the inside of my leg.
I answered by placing my hand on her knee and mirrored her journey of exploration. "Your place or mine?" I whispered. It was as cliché as shit, but I couldn't help myself. What could I say? She had just made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
I answered by placing my hand on her knee and mirrored her journey of exploration. "Your place or mine?" I whispered. It was as cliché as shit, but I couldn't help myself. What could I say? She had just made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
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Twice. After a chance encounter with a woman twenty years older than me, I went back home to find my ex-girlfriend sleeping naked in my bed. She left because I refused to commit (I was a jerk). Our break-up, after eleven years of living together, had been friendly. She wanted one last "good-bye" fuck. I was happy to oblige. True story.
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Interesting question. In some respects, my story of Liberty Mountain is a study of "benevolent sexism" - my main character finds himself a "junior" member of an all-female clan of amazing women. My guy is forced to re-think his attitude toward women and himself.
I am, at the start, putting my comments in context with my book. I wrote the story in the first person and my guy is me. I write my story as an autobiography of a life I never lived.
BOOK BLURB:
A homeless veteran’s life abruptly changes the day he stumbles upon a cult of female survivalists living off the grid for the last fifteen years. The Vietnam veteran's presence is unwanted and unwelcome. The group's leader has executed intruders in the past, and she is willing to kill again to keep her home a secret. To become the exception to the "no man alive" rule, the elderly vet must earn the trust of a skeptical and hostile sisterhood.
I am, at the start, putting my comments in context with my book. I wrote the story in the first person and my guy is me. I write my story as an autobiography of a life I never lived.
BOOK BLURB:
A homeless veteran’s life abruptly changes the day he stumbles upon a cult of female survivalists living off the grid for the last fifteen years. The Vietnam veteran's presence is unwanted and unwelcome. The group's leader has executed intruders in the past, and she is willing to kill again to keep her home a secret. To become the exception to the "no man alive" rule, the elderly vet must earn the trust of a skeptical and hostile sisterhood.
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Interesting question. In some respects, my story of Liberty Mountain is a study of "benevolent sexism" - my main character finds himself a "junior" member of an all-female clan of amazing women. My guy is forced to re-think his attitude toward women and himself.
I am, at the start, putting my comments in context with my book. I wrote the story in the first person and my guy is me. I write my story as an autobiography of a life I never lived.
BOOK BLURB:
A homeless veteran’s life abruptly changes the day he stumbles upon a cult of female survivalists living off the grid for the last fifteen years. The Vietnam veteran's presence is unwanted and unwelcome. The group's leader has executed intruders in the past, and she is willing to kill again to keep her home a secret. To become the exception to the "no man alive" rule, the elderly vet must earn the trust of a skeptical and hostile sisterhood.
I am, at the start, putting my comments in context with my book. I wrote the story in the first person and my guy is me. I write my story as an autobiography of a life I never lived.
BOOK BLURB:
A homeless veteran’s life abruptly changes the day he stumbles upon a cult of female survivalists living off the grid for the last fifteen years. The Vietnam veteran's presence is unwanted and unwelcome. The group's leader has executed intruders in the past, and she is willing to kill again to keep her home a secret. To become the exception to the "no man alive" rule, the elderly vet must earn the trust of a skeptical and hostile sisterhood.
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Mindful of our TOS:
Puberty did not come with an instruction manual. It took my stepbrother's intervention to enlighten me. It happened the day I was in my room working on a Revell plastic model of a German Junkers JU 87 or Stuka dive-bomber.
Suddenly Marty, my 14-year-old stepbrother, barged through my door and said, "Ya gotta come with me and see what I discovered. It's wicked cool."
I followed him upstairs into the attic where, without a warning or word of explanation, he dropped his pants and pulled down his underwear as he flopped down on the mattress and started to play with himself.
I was bug-eyed and speechless as I watched events unfold. After a few minutes, he finished and raced downstairs to shower and clean up.
I went to my room, locked my door and mimicked what I had seen him do to himself.
Like, WOW! I had no idea self-abuse could be so much fun.
Puberty meets boy and introduces the kid to masturbation: Boy has a new best friend for life. From that day forward, life would never be the same.
Puberty did not come with an instruction manual. It took my stepbrother's intervention to enlighten me. It happened the day I was in my room working on a Revell plastic model of a German Junkers JU 87 or Stuka dive-bomber.
Suddenly Marty, my 14-year-old stepbrother, barged through my door and said, "Ya gotta come with me and see what I discovered. It's wicked cool."
I followed him upstairs into the attic where, without a warning or word of explanation, he dropped his pants and pulled down his underwear as he flopped down on the mattress and started to play with himself.
I was bug-eyed and speechless as I watched events unfold. After a few minutes, he finished and raced downstairs to shower and clean up.
I went to my room, locked my door and mimicked what I had seen him do to himself.
Like, WOW! I had no idea self-abuse could be so much fun.
Puberty meets boy and introduces the kid to masturbation: Boy has a new best friend for life. From that day forward, life would never be the same.