The Difference A Narrative Makes in A Story

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When I write stories I oftentimes use a revolving first person perspective to give a reader insight into what a particular character is thinking. As the reader reads the chapter of the story being told from one character’s viewpoint it’s like a camera lens that lets us see the action from their perspective.

However, when I use that revolving first person perspective to present those contrasting viewpoints it leads to some unanswered questions for the reader: What’s the other character thinking about that scene? What does the action look like from their perspective?  How would their perspective give a reader insight into the story if I told it from their narrative instead?

I decided to explore a change in narrative with a chapter from of my novels, Spinsterella . In the published edition of Spinsterella we get to see Matilda’s thoughts regarding her sexual encounter in the hotel room with The Quiet Man in Chapter 17. However, over the Christmas Holidays I decided to write that chapter from the perspective of The Quiet Man for fun. From his narrative of the events there are some significant changes in perspective and significant changes in descriptions of the details of the action.

If you have a copy of Spinsterella, you can compare the published Chapter 17 to The Quiet Man’s perspective view of the action and see the difference a narrative can make to a story.

Chapter 17

What do you do when an attractive woman asks you to spend time with her? I think the answer to that question is fairly obvious.

I think can spare an hour or two to hang out with Matilda. Since we’re having such a great time I don’t think Mom will mind me spending a little overtime at work. The only thing I’m worried about is the possibility of an evening with the office ghoul turning into a sexual harassment case. However, from the flirtatious smile I’m given after accepting her invitation I don’t think I have to worry too much about my job. Yet.

I get a good look at Matilda’s sexy backside as she saunters over to the sofa and gestures for me to have a seat. As I silp off my barn coat and drop it on the far end of the sofa next to my swag bag, Matilda takes off her Santa hat, slips off her sandals and drops them on the coffee table. If she’s taking off her shoes it looks like she’s looking to get comfortable. “You like It’s a Wonderful Life?” Matilda asks taking the remote off the coffee table.

I don’t think a movie that dark will set a festive mood. “Nah, that’s too depressing.” I reply falling into the center cushion of the sofa.  

“How about Scrooge?”

Work with me here Mattie. I’m trying to liven the mood here. “Miracle on 34^th Street has always been one of my favorites.”

Matilda points the remote at the huge LCD TV across from us and scrolls down the series of movies on the hotel’s on-demand service finding the holiday classic on the listings. While it starts to play on the big screen, I fall back on the cushions and relax. As I’m getting into the story of the holiday classic I feel Matilda’s hand fall on my thigh. I’m thinking she’s just getting comfortable until I feel her fingers crawling into the waistband of my khakis. Hold on. Is she putting a move on me?

Looks like she is.  I’ll just play this cool until I see where things go. I keep my eyes focused on the TV screen as I feel her slender manicured fingers creeping through my man forest and brush against my cock. It takes all my resolve to keep my eyes on the TV screen when she starts stroking me off. Man, she’s got a way with a dick, my cock is practically throbbing from the handjob she’s given me.

I don’t think she’s done; I feel her hand slip out of my pants and reach for the buckle of my belt. I pretend to indifferently watch the Holiday Classic as Matilda slides off the sofa and starts unbuttoning my khakis. After she unzips my khakis and I feel her hands grabbing for the waistband of my pants and boxer briefs my eyes meet hers in a glance. I keep trying to play it cool as I feel Matilda yanking down my pants and boxers, parting my thighs and taking my hard cock in her hands. When I feel her ebony lips kiss the head of my dick I feel a shock surge throughout my body from my head to my toes.  I keep trying to act indifferent as I feel her tongue run down up and down my shaft before warmth of her mouth envelops my member. When she gets a rhythm going and her cheeks sink in I can’t play indifferent anymore. She feels so good; when I let out a grunt she takes my dick out her mouth and gives me a playful smile. “Dude, you know I’m sucking your dick.” She teases.

I keep laying it cool.“…And-”

“So you were just gonna let me suck your dick?”

Er…Yeah. “You looked like you were having a good time.”

Matilda lets out a laugh on hearing my response. “Dude you are so wrong!” She chuckles as she slaps my thigh.

“Well, what do you do when an attractive woman wants to suck your dick?” I ask.

“I guess I can’t argue with that logic.” Matilda concedes.

“So are you gonna finish?”

Matilda shrugs her shoulders and starts getting back to polishing my knob. As she starts going down on me again I look down at her slinky sexy red dress. Looks like it cost a lot of money. And I’d love to see her in it again. “You better get out of that dress.” I request meeting her eyes.

“Why?” Matilda asks taking my cock out of her mouth again.

“I’d hate to see it get ruined.”

Matilda hops out from between my legs and springs to her feet. As she reaches for the teardrop zipper on the back of her dress I take in the strip show while she peels the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and eases them down. My eyes grow wide seeing her breasts fall out of the slinky silk garment and it falls into a puddle of cloth at her feet. Damn, spooky got a body on her. Looks like she spends more time at the gym than she does in the graveyard. When I get a look at the mistletoe embroidered on her G-String I wonder if she’ll let me have taste of her sweetness. “You were expecting someone to kiss the mistletoe? I flirt.

I’m give a playful smile back on the inquiry that tells me she was. “Nah, these panties just make me feel festive.”

Maybe next time. I smile taking in the sight of all the graceful lines of the soft sculpted muscles of the Goth Monster Au Natural. “I have to admit I was expecting to see some tattoos.”

Matilda gives me a look on the observation as she puts her hands on her hips. “Dude, tattoos are for whores and sailors.

“And you’re a Lady Monster.”

“Yes, I am.” Matilda says giving me a flirtatious smile.

Matilda gives me a playful look before she gracefully falls back to her knees. As she dives into my cock with both hands she swirls her tongue around the head of my member before her head starts bobbing up and down on it. Man, she’s really tearing into my dick; when I see her cheeks sink in again, I start thinking about math equations in the effort to keep from busting a nut. After a good minute of working my dick like a porn star I meet her brown eyes as she takes a breath “Getting tired?” I ask.

“I’m okay.” Matilda says as she takes my cock out of her mouth and takes a deep breath.

Well, I don’t want her to get winded on just the foreplay. Maybe she needs to take a break. “I think you ought to lie down.” I request.

I’m given another smile as Matilda hops off her knees into a crouch. After she slinks onto the sofa she nestles her head on my stomach and starts stroking me off I see if I can get her off too. I slide my hand across her toned firm backside and slip them between her legs. As my fingers brush back her G-string and I slide my fingers inside her Matilda lets out a gasp. When I hear her chuckle and start to purr, I smile. I start stroking her gently and slowly, in a few moments she throws her head back and lets out a scream when she climaxes. 

After she comes down from the orgasm Matilda gives me an eager smile as she meets my eyes. “Dude, I’m gonna need you to get out of those clothes.” She requests.

“Why?”

“You wouldn’t want me to make a mess.”

When an attractive woman asks you to get naked, you get naked. Matilda hops off me and I ease up off the sofa. As I start undressing, I feel Matilda’s eyes on me. When I see her stepping out of her G-string I catch the hungry look in her eyes. Now I know why she didn’t want me to have the shrimp at the Christmas party. She sees me as her main course.

Once I’m undressed I feel the Goth Monster’s eyes on me. I’m about to lean in for a kiss but Matilda stops me with a finger she puts to my lips. “Why don’t you have a seat?” Matilda requests.

I guess after all the foreplay she wants to get right to business. I flop on the center of the cushion of the sofa. As Matidla climbs on top of me I feel the anticipation building between us. Once she straddles my hips and I feel the warmth of her velvet walls enveloping me I let out a roar once I’m inside her. Man, she’s really putting it on me, her pussy is putting a vice grip on my dick. How long has it been since she last got some?

Matilda must really be into me, I hear the sounds of her thighs slapping against mine as she rides my dick. As her breasts and her black widow pendant bounce up and down and hit me in the face I try to slow the frenzied pace of her hips. I cup her breasts in my hands and give her a gentle pinch on the nipples. She throws her head back from the orgasm then her body melts in mine as she nestles her head on my chest.

After she comes down from the second orgasm I’m given a horny smile. “Want to take this in the bedroom?” She purrs.

With the way she’s into me I have to wonder if she wants me to spend all of the Holidays with her. I nod my head as Matilda hops off me. After I take her black manicured hand I ease up off the sofa and follow the slender chalk colored woman out of the living room into the luxurious master bedroom suite. Once we’re in the bedroom she falls into the duvet, rolls over, and gets on her hands and knees before giving me a playful smile that tells me to come on. I jump in bed behind her and smile as she pokes that sexy ass of hers in the air. I become filled with anticipation as I ease myself inside her. I grab her around her small waist and stroke her slowly then start getting a rythym going with my hips. As I hear the sounds of her firm toned hips slapping against mine, I hear her letting out screams of pleasure. Her walls squeeze me tightly, I can’t take much more of this; I get one last look at that firm toned ass of hers before I let out a loud grunt and feel myself exploding in an incredible orgasm that hits me in the head and sends me collapsing into the duvet. Man, that definitely wasn’t what I was expecting.