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Originally Posted by Vengeance1701
It's not that I DISLIKE his longer stuff, it's just that the stuff I do like loses a bit of an edge to me when it's so spread out. I like it spread out but maybe with less focus on ALL the characters... kinda like Hornies did. Lots of implied TFs, one TF explored at some length (the poor bunnygirl) and one in depth (our herione).
Man in Room Ten kinda illustrates my point. I (recognize I do not intend to say this should be a universal feeling and is just my own) thought the focus got a little diluted with all the different storylines being played out in the hotel.
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I'll almost certainly never write a story like MIRT again for that very reason. It's just too long! Any more then two-three girls and the story becomes way too convoluted.
I give a lot of thought to how stroke works. The best stroke builds on itself, line by line, until there is a sort of release. That's how it's read -- for obvious reasons -- that's how I try to write it. Also, the best stroke has a kink that will keep readers pulling it up again and again.
Each scene should make a clear picture in the reader's head, with something hot going on worth focusing on. So in the bathroom it's the wandering hand, plus the daydreaming. In the nurses' place it's the dildo-mometer. In the car it's Abby's body turning rubber. Then a clothing-change scene. Every scene, if possible, should make the reader want to come back and read ONLY THAT SCENE.
I like using Fret Pearson's Neon Pink as an example here. It's a really well written story with good characters and an actual mystery. But it's not good stroke -- for me -- because the hot nuggets are buried in all this other STUFF.
In this context, plot and description and characterization should be seen as tools to make hot scenes work, rather then ends in themselves, but important all the same. I have a hard time enjoying LisaTeez stories because her characters tend to to interact in unrealistic, featureless settings. I have a hard time enjoying JR Parz stories because his girls are so interchangeable. But a little story like Cowherd becomes enormously hotter with a vicious, delightful protagonist.
One funny thing is that writing this way kills my own fantasy. I can never go there again. My delightful bimbo bubble gum summer camp - gone. My sexy little goth girl wearing pink -- gone. Sad.