Writer’s Wretreat

School will be letting out for the summer in the not too distant future, and this puts somewhat of a crimp in my lascivious writing hobby. It was a lot easier to get away with writing porn when my little princesses couldn’t read and I didn’t have to worry about them sneaking up behind me in their pink ballet ninja slippers and getting a peek at what Mommy is typing on the computer. It’s also a bit unnerving to try to search the gutters of the interwebs for just the right naked cunt or cock to compliment the latest tawdry tale to find its way onto my blog with my darlings hovering nearby.

For these reasons, and to make up for a marked drop in the production of my own stories, I’m going to be taking a small step back from the blog for a couple months. I still intend to post episodes of Open Door (and perhaps begin steering this thing toward a much needed conclusion), and I’m going to try to get all the stories that I currently have in the hopper from guest writers edited and posted over the next month or so. Other than that, I’m mainly going to put my creative energies (and what time I am able to find) toward pumping out some new stories of my own, including a series I’ve been thinking about that I’d like to post at Amazon just to see how I might do in the “real” world of erotica.

I know this will be a bummer for some, but I think we’ll all be better off in the long run! So, when you see updates slow down dramatically sometime in mid-June, don’t be alarmed. Just think of me sitting in the shade on my back deck tapping away at my keyboard in nothing but a snug pair of bikini bottoms that I slip a hand into on occasions when no one is looking.

Fun, fun, fun in the summer sun!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy 30

<< Chapter 1 < Chapter 29

Open Door Policy, Ch. 30
by DirtyMindedMom

I peeked out from my bedroom and couldn’t believe it might actually be about to happen. Cris was away for the weekend at a basketball camp. It was Friday night and the season finale of Vera’s favorite TV show was on. We’d all gathered in the living room to watch with her. Halfway through, Valerie yawned and stretched, then announced she was too tired to stay awake. I feigned sleepiness as well, and turned off the last remaining light before I retired to my bedroom. This left Vera and Gary alone in the darkened living room.

I opened my door just enough to peek through a thin crack and was just able to see the two of them at opposite ends of the sofa by the light of the flickering TV. Vera was focused on the dramatic developments in her show, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise when a twist came, or making a comment in a language Gary didn’t understand whenever a plot point resolved itself. I couldn’t imagine what my son was thinking, but I could tell he was nervous. How would he turn this situation from a casual night in front of the TV to something more?

When Vera’s glass of sangria got low, Gary thoughtfully refilled it for her.

“You no have to stay up with me if you no want,” Vera said as he settled back into his seat.

“And not find out who killed Carlos? No way – you’ve got me hooked now.”

Vera spent the rest of the commercial break sharing her theory of who killed who and why. Ten minutes later both of them let out a cry of disappointed frustration when the show ended on a cliffhanger that left Carlos’ killer a mystery. Before Vera could think of ending the evening there, Gary began quizzing her about who it could be and other details of the show. Smart move.

Watching from my bedroom in nothing but a pair of panties, I was impressed with how smooth my son could be with an older woman. But, at the same time, I was dying for him to make a move. My back was getting sore from peeping for so long!

Every chance he got, he angled the conversation toward the romantic relationships on the show. I don’t think Vera even noticed how he was keeping her attention on the sexual intrigue of the show.

“I think Maria and Diego should get together.”

“No!” Vera objected. “He is much too young for her.”

“I don’t think so. It’s obvious she wants him.”

“Maria can no do that with her boss’s son. That would be bad.”

“I don’t know…” Gary gave Vera a devilish glance. “I think that if two people are attracted to each other then that’s all that matters.”

“That is because you are too young to know better.” Vera sipped her sangria, clearly in no mood to cut the conversation short.

“Yeah, but even at my age I know when a woman is beautiful and sexy, even if she’s older than me.”

“You should only have eyes for my daughter if you are her boyfriend.”

“Valerie is very beautiful, but it’s only because she got if from her mother.” My boy flashed one of his winning smiles as Vera waved off his compliment.

“You shouldn’t talk crazy like that.”

“You sound like my mom,” Gary chuckled. “I told her how pretty I thought you were, and she said I was going to get myself into trouble.”

“You momma is smart lady.”

“She is,” he conceded, “but it doesn’t change the way I feel when I see you.”

“What way do you feel?”

She was taking the bait. Between the fruity wine, the fertile seeds I had planted in her mind earlier, and the way Gary was working her, she was willing to hear things that just a couple months ago would have been unthinkable for her.

“I…I probably shouldn’t say, Mrs. Ramos.” He slid toward her, closing the gap between them. “The way I feel when I’m around you – the things I think about – they’re not very, um…respectful.”

“Oh…?” Instead of a sip of sangria, she took a gulp. “You have bad thoughts for me?”

“I don’t think they’re bad.” He cast his eyes down toward his crotch.

Vera couldn’t help but to look there as well. There was no way she couldn’t have noticed the bulge in his pants. I held my breath. This was the point where she’d either flee before things went any further or she’d stay and signal her willingness to see where this might go.

“We all have bad thoughts sometimes. Even when you are old woman like me.”

He’d hooked her. I quietly eased my panties down in anticipation of what was coming.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Mrs. Ramos, but you’ve been away from your husband for a couple months now. I don’t know how things were in your marriage before you left, but I’m sure a woman like you must feel like you’re missing out on something.”

“What you think is a woman like me?”

“I haven’t known you long, but I can see that you are a good mother, a faithful wife, and devout woman. I also see that you have desires. Needs.”

It was nice to see that my coaching sessions with Gary weren’t wasted. He was saying all the right things just as I had taught him. I pressed my hand between my legs, dying for her to give in to my son’s charms.

“I don’t…” Vera gave up on whatever protest she was about to offer. She patted Gary on the knee, then left her hand there suggestively. “You see too much. I been lonely in that way for a long time. When my husband took me in bed, it was for him only. There was nothing for me. There was a time when we were lovers, but that was gone away for many years.”

Gary resisted saying anything and let the silence linger. He brushed Vera’s hair aside and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Her hand moved up his thigh.

“But…it no matter what I want. I must think of my daughter.”

My son moved a little closer. “I understand. But you should know that I like Valerie, and she likes me, too. It’s just not like we’re totally in love or anything. We’re dating and stuff, but we aren’t planning on getting married or something like that. It’s just for fun.”

“So, you are only using my daughter for fun?”

I hoped Gary knew that he was on dangerous ground. “Yes, in a way I guess I am. But she is using me for the same thing.”

Vera put her wine glass down. I couldn’t read her expression well enough in the dim light to know what direction things might be going.

“And you have the sex with her?”

Gary thought about his answer. “We have sex together. Valerie is a very sensual person. She likes sex a lot. And I have a feeling she also takes after you when it comes to that.”

“My goodness, you are such a bad boy.”

I wanted my son to just jump on her and go wild. I wanted to scream at Vera to quit resisting and give my boy what he wanted. My fingers went deep as I wondered if Valerie was listening at her door and touching herself like I was, watching to see if her boyfriend would be able to seduce her mother.

“I don’t think sex is bad, Mrs. Ramos.” He leaned into her. “And I don’t think you do either.”

She returned her hand to his leg as if to hold him back, but her touch could be interpreted another way.

“It no matter what I think. You must stop. I am old woman and you are young boy. Nothing like what you thinking can happen.”

She could have gotten up and walked away. That would have ended it. Instead, she stayed there on the sofa with my son, his cock bulging in his pants. She knew what he wanted, and I could see that she wanted it, too. She was trying not to give in too easily, but at the same time she wanted him to keep pushing.

“I get it,” Gary said. “You feel like you have to put your daughter first. You think that her needs are more important than yours. But the truth is that you do have needs of your own. A woman’s needs that you’ll have to satisfy sooner or later.”

Vera tried to stay focused on the TV, but it was clear she wasn’t paying any attention to what was flashing on the screen. Her hand remained on Gary’s leg, her willpower weakening by the moment.

“You seem to know a lot about women for such a young boy.”

“My mom tries to teach me what she can. She tries to show me how to be a good man. She tells me a lot of things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“Like some of the things that happen here when none of us kids are around.”

Her body stiffened and she took her hand away from Gary’s thigh. Had he gone too far? I feared the show was about to come to a quick and unsatisfying conclusion.

“I don’t know what you think you are saying.”

“Mrs. Ramos, I get it if you don’t want to do anything with me, I really do, but…” Gary rubbed his pronounced bulge. “But my mom told me that the two of you did stuff in front of each other. Very private stuff.”

Vera crossed her arms across her chest and looked away. I pushed my door closed, afraid she might notice it was open just a crack.

“That is crazy. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Okay, but all I want is to do something like that. I’m not saying you have to do anything. I just want to touch myself while sitting next to you.”

When I dared to peek out again, Vera was looking to the ceiling. She hadn’t smacked him and stormed off to her room. That had to be a good sign, right?

“You mother shouldn’t talk to you about that.”

“We’re very close. We talk about everything.” Gary carefully unbuttoned his jeans and eased down his zipper. “She gives me a lot of advice about sex. She and I are very open with each other.”

“And she say some things about me to you?”

“She says you are sometimes lonely for a man. My mom told me that you borrow her toy once in a while to make yourself feel better.”

Vera hung her head and covered her face with a hand. I hoped she wasn’t crying. My stomach began to ache. Maybe this whole scheme was a bad idea. This woman had very little left but her pride, and I suddenly worried that I was undermining this last vestige of self-respect she had to cling on to. I wanted to tell my son to back off, but I couldn’t interfere without causing her even more humiliation.

“She tell you everything.”

“Yes. And it only makes me more attracted to you, Mrs. Ramos.” Gary slipped his cock out. “We don’t have to touch, but at least let me do this…” He began stroking himself.

After what seemed like an impossibly long time, Vera gave in and glanced at what he was doing. She looked away quickly, but soon turned back. She watched my son’s hand move gracefully up and down his hard shaft. She shook her head once, whether at him or at herself I couldn’t tell, but her eyes stayed glued to his cock.

“You mother say how we were naked together?”

Gary nodded. “Yes.”

“She tells you I have sex with her penis toy?”

His hand continued moving slowly. The fat head of his cock glistened in the shifting light of the forgotten television.

“Yes. My mom isn’t shy about that kind of stuff. I’ve known about her dildo for a while. She told me that everyone masturbates and that it’s perfectly natural.”

“It’s for to do in private,” Vera retorted, but not very convincingly.

“You’re right,” Gary agreed even as he pleasured himself in front of her. “But sometimes it’s nice to do it with another person.” He used his other hand to pull his balls out and put them on display.

Vera watched without comment for a time. “Did you mom say how we do more than look at each other touch ourself?”

“More?”

“She no tell you that she kiss and lick between my legs?” Her hand moved back to Gary’s thigh. “That I lick and suck on her pussy?”

Gary was struggling to keep control. “Not really, but I got the idea that you two were doing something like that.”

“My husband no like to lick my pussy. Your momma does it very good. She does it so it feel really nice. Do you know about how to lick a woman so she feel real nice?”

Gary couldn’t hold back a grin. “Yes I do.”

“You mother tell you about that?”

“She did. My mom told me about a lot of things.”

“You use your mouth on my daughter?”

This could be heading back into dangerous territory. I squatted down and introduced another finger into my pussy hole as I continued to spy through the crack in my door.

“Valerie loves it when I eat her pussy.”

Vera returned to watching him stroke himself for a bit. “What about my pussy? You want to kiss it and lick it like you momma do?”

“Very much.”

“You don’t care that I’m old lady?”

“Look how hard I am just from sitting next to you.”

There was another painfully long pause. “Okay, listen to me, I will let you use your mouth on me down there. But we have to be quiet, and you can no tell you mother. Understand?”

Gary’s triumphant smile came quick and was easy to see even from my limited vantage. I squeezed my thighs together. This was it! He’d sealed the deal. Seeing my son seduce one of my friends into having sex shouldn’t have been something to brag about, but I was so proud of my boy I wanted to scream. Of course, I was the one who laid much of the ground work. I gave myself a figurative pat on the back for being such a great wingman!

Vera had her slacks pulled down by the time Gary had repositioned himself on the sofa. She held a hand over her pussy protectively. Please don’t tell me she was going to back out now!

“And you no tell my daughter, yes?”

“No way,” he lied. “This is a secret just between us.”

Vera appeared to be torn between the desperately desired rewards and the very real risks (both moral and mortal). All it would take would be for me or Valerie to make a trip to the bathroom for them to get caught. Maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if I found them canoodling on the couch, but in her mind being caught by her daughter would be devastating. Even so, she was willing to put all that on the line for a chance to get eaten out by my son (and maybe more).

Gary gently moved her hand away from her pussy. Vera didn’t put up a fight. He began with her as he often did with me: butterfly kisses up and down the outer lips, sparing a few for that ticklish hollow of the inner thigh. She relaxed a little, leaning her head back. He nuzzled her thick pubic hair and began teasing her with his tongue. I couldn’t see, but I could almost feel those quick lashes of his tongue on my own pussy. Just enough to excite, but not enough to satisfy. Each darting lick only made you want more and more.

I could see Vera’s chest rising and falling more conspicuously. She was staying quiet, but I knew from experience that she would be moaning freely by this point if they had the apartment to themselves. My fingers worked within the folds of my wet cunt. I’d watched Gary and Valerie fuck before, but this was somehow different. This time I was spying like a true voyeur. The anxiety of keeping hidden and not being caught practicing such perversion added to the thrill.

The way Gary’s head was moving I could tell he was in her groove. His tongue would be massaging her inner lips, circling her hard clit, plumbing the shallows of her motherly vagina. Vera’s head turned side to side as she gave herself over to my son’s oral skills. She unbuttoned her blouse and scooped out each of her generous breasts. My mouth watered as soon as those big, dark nipples of hers came into view. She began pulling and twisting to enhance the sexual pleasures already building up within her.

It wasn’t long before Vera was turning her hips in answer to Gary’s proficient mouth. If nothing else, at least I had taught him one lesson that would serve him well for the rest of his life. I found myself hoping he would be up for giving me the same treatment once he was done servicing Vera for the evening. The slurpy sounds coming from my fingers plunging in and out of my hole became too loud. I slowed down and stifled a frustrated whimper.

The pace of everything gradually increased. Gary’s head was moving in circles between her legs. His hands, hidden from my view, were clearly at work somewhere beneath his chin – perhaps in her cunt, or maybe even around her asshole. Vera was straight up humping his face at this point, one hand on the top of his head, the other kneading a breast and occasionally tormenting a distended nipple. I wanted to take a picture, or better yet a video, but I didn’t dare. If all went well, there would be plenty of opportunities for that in the days to come.

It all accelerated suddenly. Vera couldn’t entirely choke down her building cries of delight. Gary’s mouth and nose were buried to the point where I suspected he could no longer breathe. Vera’s legs flexed, propelling her ass up off the sofa and her crotch hard against her young lover’s face. Her whole body shook in a way that had become familiar to me over the past weeks. This woman was cumming in my son’s mouth!

I watched her thrash while Gary held onto her fleshy thighs. My own orgasm fired off at the sight of her climactic spasms. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard a feminine grunt coming from the other direction – from the bedroom where Valerie was “sleeping.” It might have just been my imagination, but I was pretty sure that I wasn’t the only one peeping on the debaucherous scene taking place in my own living room.

Vera fell back to the sofa and struggled to catch her breath. Gary reverted back to those butterfly kisses, knowing her pussy would be too sensitive for continued licking or sucking. After giving her just enough time to recover, he rose up, his cheeks shiny with her juices, and he shed his clothes.

“Please…no…” she rasped weakly.

“Mrs. Ramos,” Gary began firmly, “I’m going to fuck you.”

“No…please…that’s all…” She waved a limp hand at him in an unconvincing effort to shoo him away.

Gary moved over her. “Mrs. Ramos, I’m going to fuck you.”

“You can’t…I’m married…it would be a sin…”

Gary kissed a nipple in passing as he continued to take his place on top of her. “This is it, Mrs. Ramos. I’m going to fuck you.”

“I say no…no…noooo…oh, Deus, me perdoe…yes…oh, yes…”

It was a fine line trying to teach my son that no means no…except when it doesn’t. He played it exactly right in this case, but I had to warn him that it wouldn’t always be so easy to know.

“It’s been so long,” she sighed, her hands roaming over his strong shoulders and back. “Too long…a woman need a man…she need a cock to make love inside her…give all you cock to me…meu doce menino…”

Gary moved with patient control atop his girlfriend’s mother. My envy flared. This was a feeling I hadn’t known – one I would likely never know. The sensation of feeling my son’s cock moving inside me. The reasons I couldn’t let that happen were eluding me as I tugged at my clit trying to put myself in Vera’s place. I almost screamed when I suddenly saw movement close by!

Valerie pushed at my door and I moved to let her in. She was naked also and had obviously been indulging in the live porn show playing out on the sofa.

“This is so crazy,” she whispered close to my ear. Her excitement was all but brimming over. It should have struck me as more strange that a girl was this revved up over her boyfriend fucking her mother. I suppose I was mostly to blame for this unnatural reaction, but I didn’t feel the least bit remorseful. Yes, I was definitely responsible for corrupting this poor young girl, but at least for now she was thanking me for it.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now,” I whispered back, confident that Vera was too distracted by the cock in her cunt that she wouldn’t even care if she could hear us.

“He didn’t put on a condom – do you think he’s going to cum inside my mom?”

“We’ll just have to watch and find out…”

The two of us gathered at the crack of my slightly opened door and spied on them together.

Gary’s hips slowed to a stop. He dipped his head down and took one of Vera’s fat nipples into his mouth and sucked, pulling back as he did and tugging at her full breast. Valerie’s mom clawed at the sofa cushions, the muscles of her throat tightening against her need to cry out. He moved his mouth to the other succulent nipple and gave it the same treatment.

“I love it when he does that to me,” Valerie breathed.

Vera began bucking beneath him, her body begging for him to resume fucking her needful cunt. Gary rose up and gave her what she was silently asking for. After a few long, purposeful strokes, he began pumping his cock into her at a comfortable pace. I tried to imagine that the two fingers I had inside my pussy were my son’s penis, but it just wasn’t the same.

I felt Valerie fumbling around my backside, then a moment later she introduced a finger of her own into me. The two of us worked my pussy hole together in tandem. It still wasn’t my darling boy’s cock, but it was better than my fingers alone. I found my fellow voyeur’s pussy in the dark and sought out her stiffened nub. I rubbed her clit while she fingered her own hole. It was a little like playing an x-rated game of Twister the way we were frigging ourselves and each other at the same time while both still being able to peek through the door together, but we made it work.

Gary and Vera were really fucking at that point. He was hammering his cock into her faster and faster. She was taking him like a seasoned pro and answering with well-timed thrusts of her own. I was impressed that my boy could last as long as he was without blowing his load. There were men twice his age who hadn’t mastered that kind of self-control. I was sure Vera appreciated it too. After so long she wasn’t looking for a quickie. This woman wanted to make it last. She didn’t know how long it would be before she would have a chance to get another cock inside her so she was milking it for all she could. Little did she know, I was going to make sure she got plenty more dick in the very near future.

“Listen to her,” Valerie hissed in wonder. “She’s going to have an orgasm soon. Gary’s going to make my mom cum with his cock.”

I didn’t detect any jealousy or resentment. Valerie was genuinely turned on by what was happening. I had worried that she wouldn’t respond as positively as I hoped to seeing her mother having sex – there is often a big gap between fantasy and reality – but she seemed more than fine with it. I suppose after watching me be intimate with my own son may have adjusted her attitudes when it came to parents and sex. This, along with her penchant for spying on her brother jerking off, must have made it a lot easier for her to view family members in a sexual way than other girls her age wouldn’t be able (or willing) to. I felt myself getting close to orgasm, and from the way Valerie was working her clit against my finger meant she was close, too.

“Oooh…yes…”

“You like that, Mrs. Ramos?”

“So good…keep going more…”

Gary went faster and harder. “You like that cock, don’t you? You love getting fucked.”

“I love it…fuck me hard just like you do for my daughter’s pussy…”

Vera was losing control. Her voice was becoming loud enough that Valerie or I might have been able to hear her even with our doors closed. Maybe that’s what she was hoping for.

“Are you going to cum, Mrs. Ramos? Are you going to cum on my cock?”

“Yes…I’m going to cum…do it to me!”

I heard Valerie gasp, then shudder. Hearing her mom talk dirty to her boyfriend was too much for her to hold out any longer. Her finger pushed up deeper inside me as her body tensed. Soon she relaxed and leaned against me, her flesh hot against mine.

“You fuck so much better than Valerie,” Gary groaned. “Her pussy is tight, but she doesn’t know how to fuck like you do, Mrs. Ramos.

She clawed his back, turned her head to the side, and screamed into a cushion. I could barely make out the muffled words, but she was chanting “Fuck me! Fuck me!” in a rapid stream of pleading cries. Gary poured it on like a champ and suddenly Vera’s mature body was wracked with the kind of unrestrained convulsions that can only come from an orgasm bordering on a seizure.

As soon as Gary felt that she’d hit her peak, he pulled out and sprayed her with cum. One more pump and he would have filled her cunt with his precious baby juice. Instead, it spurted on her wobbling tits, her soft belly, and all over her sweaty puss.

“Again, again!” Vera begged before he had a chance to squeeze out the last few drops. Just like that he was back inside her, pushing himself to the hilt, grinding into her, filling her to the deepest reaches. It was then that Valerie’s thumb pressed against my asshole and my turn to have a shuddering orgasm arrived. I could feel my eyes rolling back and all the built up eroticism of the night collapse into a singular sensation that took command of my cunt.

I lost the strength in my legs and had to go down to my knees. I knelt there hunched over and worked my pussy even harder, shepherding along my orgasm with desperate fingers, trying to keep it alive for as long as I possibly could. I’d seen my son have sex before, but not like that. He was somehow different with Vera – with a mature woman like me. Would it be like that if he fucked me? Would my son fuck me as good as that? Better?

I could hear Vera cumming again, but I was too enthralled with my own climax to do any more than listen and envy her. My son’s cock was causing her to make those sounds. My own boy’s big hard cock had fucked her so good that she had begun quietly weeping in the next room. If her orgasm was only half as good as the one I’d had watching them, then she finally knew what a true miracle felt like.

Valerie knelt down beside me and wrapped me in her arms. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek, then slipped away. It took several seconds for me to gain enough awareness to realize she had silently gone back to her own bedroom. I remained on my knees taking long, slow breaths and enjoying the dizzy high I was feeling. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before I heard movement in the living room.

I peeked and saw that instead of cleaning up and returning to their rooms, Gary was sitting on the sofa and Vera was straddling his lap about to mount him for another round. My son’s cock stood up straight and true, as hard as if he hadn’t just spent himself in a lascivious frenzy. The angle made it difficult for me to see everything, but the light from the TV was just bright enough to watch Gary’s inexhaustible penis disappear into the generous embrace of the older woman’s cunt.

I found myself too drained to stand or crouch at the crack of the door. I stretched out on the floor, my head near the opening so that I could hear the subdued sounds of their lovemaking. I toyed with my pussy in an almost leisurely way, lacking the energy to do much more. As the couple reached yet another crescendo, I managed to eke out one more soul soothing orgasm for myself.

Before I fell asleep on the floor, I managed to crawl to my mattress and pass out there. I awoke some time later. Someone was lapping at my pussy. I couldn’t muster enough sense to tell if it was Valerie, Gary, or Vera. Maybe Cris had come home early from camp. The very idea that it could easily be any one of my housemates made me smile as I floated within the twilight realm between waking and dreaming. I tried to stay awake to find out if my lover in the dark would make me cum, but I gave in to the beckoning comforts of oblivion before learning my fate.

The next phase of my plan had the highest degree of difficulty yet, but I was feeling confident I could make it happen…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chapter 31 >>

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Say What?

<< Slippery Tip #1 < Slippery Tip #5

Slippery Tip #6: Use Dialogue Effectively

Dialogue is when the people in your story talk. It’s one of the most dynamic and engaging ways to tell your story, but it’s often underused in porn. Dialogue can be very effective for revealing character, for filling in background, for moving the plotforward, and for rescuing your story from being a series of big blocks of dense text on the page. It’s a very handy storytelling tool. The difficult part is making it sound natural.

Accomplishing this is more of an art than a science. Paradoxically, the quickest way to make your characters sound NOT normal is to try to mimic the way people actually talk. Real people are all over the place and if you wrote down what they said word for word they would sound like blithering idiots. Story dialogue is a stylized version of speech that rarely exists in the real world, but feels like it does.

One of the most common problems I see is failing to use contractions. We almost always use I’ll, you’re, and they’d rather than I will, you are, and they would. There are certain idiomatic phrases where it sounds awkward to use contractions, but otherwise it comes across as formal and stilted. This is why robots and alien often don’t use contractions – it makes them sound weirdly different when they talk.

It’s sometimes good to give certain characters verbal “tags,” but be careful not to overdo them. Don’t have Judy start every line with “So” or “Well.” Use these sparingly and readers will pick up on it. Same goes for accents. Don’t try to faithfully represent a character’s accent phonetically (“I pahked my cah in Havahd Yahd”). This is difficult to read and gets annoying. Again, just a few little hints of an accent here and there will do the trick nicely.

Keep in mind that dialogue is usually a rapid back and forth exchange. People rarely make long speeches when they’re having a conversation with someone. Even if they do, it’s usually a good idea for the other character to inject a comment just to break things up. Each line should move things forward. If you can remove the line and it doesn’t “break” the forward momentum of the scene, then you probably don’t need it. This is often the case with “chit chat.” Yes, it may be realistic, but for the purposes of a story it must be distilled down to its minimal essence.

Another important aspect of dialogue to consider is the idea of subtext. People are often indirect about what they say: there are the words, and then there’s what’s behind the words. “Sorry I’m late, honey,” Jack said. Jill forced a smile. “Not to worry, dear. As a matter of fact, the other wives have become quite jealous of all the free time your late nights at work give me.” Here we see that instead of being angry and lashing out, Jill is saying the opposite of what she feels in a sweet, passive aggressive way, and she is planting seeds of doubt in her husband’s mind. What’s she doing with all that “free” time? Meeting strangers online for role play fantasies? Sucking the neighbor’s cock? Interracial, latex fetish, bukakke gang bangs? The best dialogue forces the reader to pay attention in order to interpret what’s really being said.

Beyond the challenge of creating compelling dialogue, there is also the grammatical mechanics of how to present it on the page. There are just a few simple rules, but it’s probably the area that most new writers have the most difficulty with. I’ll cover some of the biggest technical aspects of dialogue in my next installment.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

<< Previous Tip | Next Tip >>

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~