Hello,I've been trying to find someone to write an erotic novel that I'm planing to publish at some point. I've came to write a little over 4000 words and I would like it to be expanded to 15 000 - 20 000. I've written a few thoughts on each chapter (book's having 10), a few scenes, to see where the story goes but I certainly lack the talent of turning it into an erotic novel. I've sent you here what I've been writing for the first 2 chapters to see how it looks so far. If you're interested, I'd love to hear from you and to talk more about the details.Thank you!AlexandraRaw lust with scent of dustI am Denise and I’m young and unhappy, I study archaeology and I will visit Greece for the summer in an exchange students program.I’m quite fearful about this adventure but the decision is taken and nothing will keep me from going on the Greek island. I need to run away from things for a while, as I start seeing how my life tends to set down and there must be something more out there, for me to feel.First chapter: Packing the minds It’s hot, it’s dry and it’s not even noon. City is noisy and breathes heavily, longing a storm that never came. On the edge of the bed, with the luggage quite full, I’m thinking about the steps I need to take so everything will be perfect. Clothes are in, shoes are in, books are in, maps are in, I go fast through the mind map, knowing that this is one of the last moments of tranquillity and quietness before it will all change. My foot is trembling, anticipating the excitement of new days.Dan will be at her place shortly, to pick me up and drive her to the airport. He’s not happy with the choice I made, jealous from the start on the prospect of having his future fiancé far away, for months. He always loved me, since he saw me on the first day of college, 2 years ago, but my feelings for him were always a reflection of his love. He gives me so much, it would be nice to give something back. I’m rushing him to help me be gone fast, I just need the time alone, the time on my own and all I can think of is being at the airport by myself, starting it, doing it. But I have to have him of some sort of help. I need him to be as good as possible so I could focus on the new things that are there for me. His kissing and hugging are turning into a friendly farewell. As he lets me go, with tears in his eyes, I do feel sadness about all my plans, I should be there, for him, with him because he loves me so deeply. I’m a selfish bitch, honestly but I start feeling guilty about wanting the freedom. People make me sad, freedom makes me happy.Chapter 2: Business or pleasure?Woman next to me in the plane is friendly. She in her late 30’s, I’m assuming, chestnut wavy hair, having a beautiful, healthy tan. Denise is happy and glowing and sharing a few thoughts with her, feeling connected to a stranger in a delightful way. After talking to each other almost all the time, just before saying goodbye, the woman suddenly takes my hand, looks deep down into my eyes, and starts caressing my cheek with the back of her fingers… You are beautiful, Denise. Soon, you’ll be a woman. That is one of the things that gives Denise an electric shiver along her spine, the softness of their touches sends her to an unknown territory. I find myself asking what, how but she left me there, standing, with just a glimpse of her perfume fading into the air.“What is it with all this?” Was I in such a need for something new that this is going out of control? I must be seeing things now.At the passport control he’s asking me about my stay. Business or pleasure? A bit of both but it’s mostly for work, sir. He smiles and winks. Are they allowed to do that, I wonder, a bit panicking. New country, new customs, right?Hello,I've been trying to find someone to write an erotic novel that I'm planing to publish at some point. I've came to write a little over 4000 words and I would like it to be expanded to 15 000 - 20 000. I've written a few thoughts on each chapter (book's having 10), a few scenes, to see where the story goes but I certainly lack the talent of turning it into an erotic novel. I've sent you here what I've been writing for the first 2 chapters to see how it looks so far. If you're interested, I'd love to hear from you and to talk more about the details.Thank you!AlexandraRaw lust with scent of dustI am Denise and I’m young and unhappy, I study archaeology and I will visit Greece for the summer in an exchange students program.I’m quite fearful about this adventure but the decision is taken and nothing will keep me from going on the Greek island. I need to run away from things for a while, as I start seeing how my life tends to set down and there must be something more out there, for me to feel.First chapter: Packing the minds It’s hot, it’s dry and it’s not even noon. City is noisy and breathes heavily, longing a storm that never came. On the edge of the bed, with the luggage quite full, I’m thinking about the steps I need to take so everything will be perfect. Clothes are in, shoes are in, books are in, maps are in, I go fast through the mind map, knowing that this is one of the last moments of tranquillity and quietness before it will all change. My foot is trembling, anticipating the excitement of new days.Dan will be at her place shortly, to pick me up and drive her to the airport. He’s not happy with the choice I made, jealous from the start on the prospect of having his future fiancé far away, for months. He always loved me, since he saw me on the first day of college, 2 years ago, but my feelings for him were always a reflection of his love. He gives me so much, it would be nice to give something back. I’m rushing him to help me be gone fast, I just need the time alone, the time on my own and all I can think of is being at the airport by myself, starting it, doing it. But I have to have him of some sort of help. I need him to be as good as possible so I could focus on the new things that are there for me. His kissing and hugging are turning into a friendly farewell. As he lets me go, with tears in his eyes, I do feel sadness about all my plans, I should be there, for him, with him because he loves me so deeply. I’m a selfish bitch, honestly but I start feeling guilty about wanting the freedom. People make me sad, freedom makes me happy.Chapter 2: Business or pleasure?Woman next to me in the plane is friendly. She in her late 30’s, I’m assuming, chestnut wavy hair, having a beautiful, healthy tan. Denise is happy and glowing and sharing a few thoughts with her, feeling connected to a stranger in a delightful way. After talking to each other almost all the time, just before saying goodbye, the woman suddenly takes my hand, looks deep down into my eyes, and starts caressing my cheek with the back of her fingers… You are beautiful, Denise. Soon, you’ll be a woman. That is one of the things that gives Denise an electric shiver along her spine, the softness of their touches sends her to an unknown territory. I find myself asking what, how but she left me there, standing, with just a glimpse of her perfume fading into the air.“What is it with all this?” Was I in such a need for something new that this is going out of control? I must be seeing things now.At the passport control he’s asking me about my stay. Business or pleasure? A bit of both but it’s mostly for work, sir. He smiles and winks. Are they allowed to do that, I wonder, a bit panicking. New country, new customs, right?
