Writing Exercises

[White5009 !B2vHE9ennE No.2398824]

Hello, /lit/, I'm a writer (an author if you count publishing your work on the kindle store).
I've been writing since a young age but lately I feel that I've been slacking due to complications in my personal life.

I've always a fear of "use it or lose it".

What are some writing exercises I could do to stay in practice?
Some that you would personally recommend?
I can post results for your critique, if you'd be so kind, and offer my own.

[Anonymous No.2398828]

Make any money?

[VelvetCrow !0kY4lKysPM No.2398830]

>>2398824
Get out of this board if you praise your talent. Save yourself before it's too late.

[Anonymous No.2398833]

I go places and write what I'm doing while I'm dong it. or I'll go somewhere new and just describe it, on paper that is. I dunno, I'm slowly trying to write more, and that's what has worked for me so far.

[White5009 !B2vHE9ennE No.2398847]

>>2398828
Like two bucks considering most of the purchases made have been during promotion days when one can download the book for free.
But I really don't care about making money from it.
I just like having my work out there.

>>2398830
Um...I'm not really praising it, I want to enhance my writing.

>>2398833
I'm not someone that gets out much in winter, but next time I go somewhere I'll be sure to take my notebook with me.

[Anonymous No.2398848]

Write an erotic first person story about taking it up the ass while dressed as a girl for the first time. Less than 5,000 words and post it here.

[Anonymous No.2399062]

>>2398848
Still waiting for this

[White5009 !B2vHE9ennE No.2399065]

>>2399062
Writing it now.
Had to run to the store.

[Anonymous No.2399073]

>>2399062
>>2398848

So I know many longtime readers of my blog have wondered, "When is Tucker Max going to write about taking it up the ass while dressed as a girl for the first time?" Well, the answer is simple: as soon as I get around to doing it. It's not like I make these stories up. And of course, considering that I have a degree from Duke Law School and my dad is an extremely successful restauranteur in the South Florida area, it's not like I'd ever get desperate enough to dress up like a chick and get popped in the pooper because I needed some extra cash, or because somebody tricked me into doing it. Suffice it to say: the Tuckster would have to WANT to garb himself en travesti and submit to forcible embuggerment in order to actually do so.

In any case, friends....here follows the actual factual story. About How Tucker Max Dressed Up Like A Girl And Took It Up The Ass.

For the first time.

Although not (as you shall learn) necessarily for the last....

[Anonymous No.2399076]

>>2399073
>It's not like I make these stories up.
hahahahah tuckermax

what a joker

[Anonymous No.2399084]

>>2399073
Oh god I guffawed heartily

[White5009 !B2vHE9ennE No.2399115]

(While not complete, here's the first half.)

The lacey nightgown was squeezing my torso--I might as well

had been wearing a boa constricter.
The blue frills were brushing against my freshly shaven legs

and I found myself tempted to scrach at them.
I had never shaved before and the hairless existence was new

to me--only girls do that.
But tonight, for the first time, I was a girl and my name

was Ashlyn Treon.

Part of me like the way I looked dressed as a woman. My

figure was small for a teenage boy and I wasn't tall enough

to reach the top shelf.
Had I a nice pair of breasts, I would have made an even more

convincing female.
The long dark wig was the same color as my natural brunette

hair, though less messy and completely straight.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I awaited for my master

to arrive at the hotel.
"I really do look pretty." I chuckled to myself, then tried

to higher my voice. "I-I guess I look okay..."
Women never take compliments, right?

[White5009 !B2vHE9ennE No.2399117]

Master would be kind to me, I told myself.
Living with him, should he choose to take me home with him,

would be better than rotting away at the juvenile facility

I'd been sentenced to die in.
I was running out of options, and society was unforgiving of

any crime in the year 2049.
With no identification chip, I was a nobody whose only hope

of living rested in relying on someone else.
People like me, though we weren't classified as human

anymore, could only hope to continue scavenging life as a

pet.
Only the wealthy of society could afford pets.
I would be taken care of at the expense of my body.
But I would at least still have my heart and soul, right?

As I was pondering this, Master entered the room without my

noticing.
He was a well dressed young man with shoulder length auburn

hair and gentle green eyes.
He was nothing like I imagined. I expected an overweight

bald man with a cigar in his mouth, desperately trying to

light his smoke, pudgey hands struggling with the lighter.

[White5009 !B2vHE9ennE No.2399120]

"Are you Ashlyn?" His voice was silk.
"Yes." I could hear myself cracking.
"I am your new master. You may call me Raine."
"Raine..."
"This is your first time?"
"Yes."

He took a seat on the bed, loosening his tie, emerald eyes

glued to my form.
I wondered about who he was, where he lived, where he grew

up, and most of all I wanted to know why he requested that I

crossdress.
But it wasn't my place to question my master. Not now.
"Sit upon my lap."
I did as he instructed and made my way to the king sized

bed, slowly straddling his lower body. His leg was rubbing

against my groin; I had on now undergarments as he requested

and the contact forced my member to grow stiff.

(Sorry for the weird formatting...copy/pasted it from another window.)

[Anonymous No.2399130]

>>2399120
>>2399117
>>2399115
Go on

[White5009 !B2vHE9ennE No.2399149]

I slightly gasped at this.
"I-I'm sorry." I felt the need to apologize, but a smile crept upon my new master's face.
He was used to this type of shock, I assumed, as he caressed my thigh.
"It's alright." His other hand began petting my head, fingers combing through my artificial locks. "Do what comes natural to you."
His own length was hardening; I could feel it against my own.
This was only my third time having an intimate encounter with anyone.

I stared up at the taller man. He was calm, his elegant demeaner radiating into my body.
Raine leaned forward, pressing his soft lips against my forehead.
"Ashlyn, please me."
I nodded, my hands shakily working at the checker patterned belt and then unzipping the indigo dress pants.

[White5009 !B2vHE9ennE No.2399167]

(My apologies, everyone, I'll continue this tomorrow. It's late here and I'm finding myself nodding off.
Goodnight for now, /lit/.)