Help me improve my writing?

[Ba****]

She sits at her chair playing games with friends on the headset. Laughing and giggling, oblivious to me standing in the doorway smirking. Watching her with those predatory blue eyes. Watching every expression on her beautiful face. Admiring every perfect curve and feature of her body. How she sits in just a big t-shirt. Nothing underneath, begging me to investigate. I push off the frame as I step closer. Stalking her like prey. She catches me out of the corner of her eyes. A quick smile finds her lips as her eyes glance at my proximity.

My arms wrap around her shoulders from behind. Holding her in a hug as my chin rests in the bend of her neck. Breathing in her perfume and something distinctly her. Savoring this. She quickly mutes the mic. “Hi baby.” She says lovingly. Innocent and oblivious to my darkened eyes. Her hands place over mine. Leaning back into the hug. “I was missing you.” I say gently. Rough and needy in the perfect way. My hand slides to her chest. Holding her breast in my hand as I squeeze her sensitive flesh. Her back arches slightly from her chair. A noise she bites her lip to hide falls out. Gently rolling her nipple between my fingers. “Jacob what are you do-“ her breath catches as I squeeze again. Her back bowing harder.

Something in her headset makes her lean forward. Both hands back on the controller. Unmuting the mic. “Yea I’m here.” She says brightly. Hiding any reason for anyone to worry. She takes a couple steps in game. Forcing her focus back to the screen. But I’m a persistent distraction. My hand slides from her breast down the fabric of her shirt. Down her body slowly. She’s hyper aware of everything. My hand. The unmuted mic. My intentions. Her mind spins. I’m watching her screen as my hand moves. Her character stops. Her breath catches as I slide off the shirt. Down her inner thigh and one finger slowly dragging up the sensitive skin. Her eyes flutter. Her hand fumbles with the mute button. “Jacob.” Quick. Short. Breathless. I smirk seeing right through her breathy warning. I kiss her neck. Deeply filling the bend of her neck with my lips. My fingers dangerously close to where she suddenly needs them most. “I’m playing a g-game.” She whines weakly.

I smile as my finger finds its mark. Sliding lightly over her wetness. She trembles gently. Hips jutting. Begging for more friction. I slide up and down. Spreading her arousal as she coats my finger. Gliding the slick digit over her clit. Her mouth falls open. Her breath catching again as I start to rub small circles into her, adding another finger as they press harder. Her eyes refocus as she look at the screen with wide eyes. Her hand snapping down to my wrist as she grips it hard. A warning. Holding. Not pushing. She unmutes the mic. “I’m h-here I swear.” She says as calmly as she can. Walking forward like a robot in the game as her eyes unfocus slightly.

My fingers don’t stop. Pressing deeper into her swelling bud. Her nails dig crescents into my wrist. Warning and begging in beautiful harmony. Circle after circle on her little bundle of nerves. My teeth graze her neck as a shiver runs down her spine. A ***d noise escapes directly into her headset. Her hand fumbles for the mute button, too late this time. “Baby. Baby!” She says breathlessly in a needy tone as she pants softly. All heard before the mic officially mutes. Once the button clicks she moans. Letting out a noise she’s been fighting back. “You’re cruel.” She says breathlessly as she smirks.

I grin back as my slick fingers slowly slide into her slit. Inch by inch as she grips them desperately. Her face contorting with pleasure. Her mouth hangs open as she holds her breath. She coats them beautifully. Dripping for me already. I moan just for her. Her game sits forgotten as I’ve captured her full attention. Controller and headset abandoned, now on her desk. My hand entangling in her curly hair as I tug it gently. Her head falling back for me as I capture her lips in a kiss. Deep. Hungry. We connect perfectly as I savor her taste. Tongues intertwining and dancing in each other’s mouths as I kiss her passionately. Devouring her like I was starving. My fingers beginning to pump in and out smoothly as she moan in my mouth.

I swallow her moan and return with a growl. Breaking the kiss as I hold her eyes intensely. Her brown eyes begging for more. Mine holding promise. My fingers curl inside of her. Sliding the tips of my digits gently against her walls. Finding her g-spot after a couple seconds as her hips buck involuntarily. Her body begging for me. A sharp moan leaves her lips as her eyes go half lidded. “Right there please!” She begs shamelessly for me. I smile. Finally letting go of her hair as I rub continuously into her most sensitive spot. Her orgasm builds too quick. Flooding her body with ecstasy as she begins to shake. Her moans become incoherent. She’s too close to cumming to care. I can feel every muscle in her body coiling like a spring. Her moans becoming increasingly higher.

My hand slides to her throat as I grip it perfectly. Her eyes widen momentarily and roll back as she moans harder. “Cum baby.” I command huskily right against her ear. Her body shatters. Convulsing as she screams. She squirts all over her thighs. Shaking violently. My fingers slow but don’t stop. Milking her orgasm for as long as I can. She’s panting now. Trembling with each aftershock as her eyes finally return to normal. She smiles. Satisfied and sensitive. I release her throat as I wrap her up with one arm and hug her. Her hands finding my arm like a lifeline as she molds to me.

The aftercare is everything to her as she exhales fully. “God I needed that.” The admits slightly horse from the scream. I smile as I kiss her cheek. Picking up the headset as I hand it to her. “Time to play baby.” Her half lidded eyes and jelly arms take the headset and weakly puts it on. Still not completely there as she catches her breath. She blinks at the screen as she comes down from her high. Trying to remember what was going on. She gently reaches for the controller. Holding the unmute bottom in her hand as she turns her head to meet my eyes. Smiling warmly. Eyes sparkling with love. I smile back. Mirroring her beautiful lips.

My fingers finally slide from her walls as her breath hitches. She stares at me like she could go again if I just said the words. I hold her eyes playfully. “Enjoy your game.” I say sweetly. Sliding the two fingers she just came all over into my mouth. Holding her eyes as she’s ***d to watch me lick her juices from my hand. Her thighs clench together. Fresh arousal mixing with her previous mess. I smirk as I turn and gently leave the room. Never turning back.

She watches where I stood for a couple seconds before finally turning back to the screen. “Sorry guys. I had to do something.” She says weakly. Unconvincingly as she starts to play as if nothing ever happened. She grabs a shirt from the floor. Wiping herself clean as her character walks forward.

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[wo****]

I think you have a strong concept here. The contrast between her being completely absorbed in her game and the growing anticipation between the two characters creates an interesting dynamic.

My suggestion would be to slow the pacing down a little. You don’t need to describe every physical reaction to create intensity. Sometimes a glance, a pause, or a few carefully chosen words can be far more powerful.

I’d also explore the psychological side of dominance more. Confidence, restraint, anticipation, mutual trust, and knowing how to read your partner can create more tension than physical actions alone.

There are a few grammatical issues and some repetitive descriptions, but those are easy to refine.

Overall, I think the story has potential. I’d love to see more of the emotional connection and the woman’s own desires and initiative. Give the reader something to feel, not just something to visualize.

Sometimes what you leave to the imagination is more powerful than what you put into words.

[cellofello]

@woonsocket11207 has some good things to say about the content. I'll just add a few comments about mechanics and technique, including a few of those grammatical issues that were mentioned but not detailed.

You can use occasional sentence fragments for effect - emphasis on "occasional." While I haven't counted, I suspect you have more sentence fragments than actual complete sentences with a subject and a verb. In the second paragraph, the first sentence is complete. The next three "sentences" are fragments. Rewrite: I hold her in a hug as my chin rests in the bend of her neck. I breathe in her perfume, something distinctly her, savoring this. You can correct many of these in your story by changing the overused present participle (form of verb ending in "ing") to "I [present tense verb]." This is what I did by changing "Holding her" to "I hold her."

A place where your sentence fragments do work well for effect is in the third paragraph following "She's hyperaware [note: one word, not two unless you put a hyphen between them] of everything." They add more punch to the writing than the theoretically correct "everything - my hand, the unmuted mic, my intentions" that avoid the use of sentence fragments. However, after doing that, I'd put "Her mind spins" as the start of a new paragraph.

Looking back to "she's innocent and oblivious," I'd change "she's hyperaware" to "she becomes hyperaware." This is a tiny detail that supports consistency - she was not previously hyperaware; now she is. Not every reader will note it, but I'm one who does.

Again in the second paragraph, the convention for quotations in writing would be a single sentence: "Hi, baby," she says lovingly, innocent and oblivious to my darkened eyes. [This also fixes the following sentence fragment by attaching it to the sentence.]

Ninth paragraph: be mindful of words that sound the same, but are spelled differently with different meanings. In this case, "horse" is an ***; "hoarse" is the adjective describing someone's voice, the word you meant to use. Maybe it was a typo, not a true misspelling, but you still need to proofread for things that may be a correctly-spelled word, but not the right one. At the start of the same sentence, you wrote, "The" instead of "She."

My last comment goes back to the first paragraph, and it goes beyond mere mechanics and grammar. You're writing in the first person (i.e., from the point of view of the writer - third person means writing as an omniscient narrator who knows everything, and uses he/she/it pronouns for all characters). First person writing is trickier than third person, because you must be consistent in always limiting yourself to what the writer can legitimately know (or at least believe) at the time. You must also write the way a person would naturally think. "Those predatory blue eyes" is not consistent with first person writing. First, "those" makes the eyes sound external to the writer. Second, describing them as blue is a detail that an external observer might notice and comment on, but consider this: how often do you think about your own eye color other than when you're applying for a driver's license? A first person writer would assume possession of the eyes, using neither "my" nor "those," and only note the internal feeling, not the color. The first person version is simply: "watching her with predatory eyes."

There are more things I could comment on, but this is a good start. Don't feel discouraged by what I've said; I am trying to be constructive. You've got a nice story there. Fixing the grammatical, typographical, and viewpoint issues will go a long way towards letting the reader feel the story without being irritated and distracted by technical glitches in the writing.

[Dominivestri]

Overuse of "as". We know it's in the present tense. Instead of linking using as so much,very ending a sentence and starting a new one.