>accidentally shared my Dostoevskian erotica with my graduate advisor
Bros I emailed telling her not to open it after I realized my mistake but I think too much time had passed.
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>accidentally shared my Dostoevskian erotica with my graduate advisor
Bros I emailed telling her not to open it after I realized my mistake but I think too much time had passed.
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Might as well share it here too
I guess I have nothing to lose but I will limit it to what is okay for a blue board, lol
>The train had been stopped at the break in gauge for much too long. Beyond the sooty windows of the carriage Angelina Nestorovna saw little rosettes of poles with large wrenches smoking and arguing about some element of the railway. All they were meant to do was exchange one set up trucks, of the continental pattern, for the wider type prevailing east of Bialystok. This work had not yet begun. Angelina drew away from the window, chilled. She rested her head against Sveta's curls, black as pitch. The girl was perhaps three years her junior and the two had begun their journey at opposite corners of the compartment, like English boxers. Angelina had diffidently made her approach as she always did. First, to sit across from her, to read something aloud, to comment on some bit of news. Then across the little aisle to the same ruched baize bench as her, but an arm's length away. The glare, she would say, was too great on her side of the carriage for her eyes to bear, tired traveler that she was. Finally, at nightfall, she would shuffle down the bench, or beckon the girl toward her -- whatever suited. She could "let me help you rest" in German, Russian, French, Polish, and quite probably in Italian as well. The girls did not always accept, but Angelina had known that Sveta would. She was clearly spent, her dress was worn even for traveling clothes, her eyes somewhere else and framed by ashen circles. She was a harpist of some good breeding, meant to study composition in Paris, but recalled urgently. Her brother had written a monograph against the generalship of Stoletov and now faced cashiering, if not the Katorga. Cold in affect, perhaps, Sveta was pleasantly warm, a little samovar in a corset. It was fever, Angelina was certain, on the evidence of her languid manner. Angelina wondered how should be, in the early morning once they were making east again, when she would seek to have her. Would she yield, glad of the companionship, or defend her notion of virtue - and surely she had one - to the last.
didn't read
great thread
and yet you post in it anyway
if you don’t live in russia writing a book about russians is really gay
>writing a book
Bro it's erotica for my personal consumption. Also my mother is a full blooded Russian so eat a dick.
>mother is full blooded russian
didn’t realize you were half-moronic anon, my apologies. keep on writing your nerd porn
but i am not ukranian
>a little samovar in a corset
samovars are fricking hot
>Stoletov
gayest general's name, use a real generals name, say "Pobedonostsev".
>Katorga
katorga, it's not a concrete place
>It was fever, Angelina was certain, on the evidence of her languid manner
Rewrite as "Her pale complexion and shaking hands betrayed the final stages of consumption taking over her body."
Stoletov was a real general.
Finally a good thread.
>I guess I have nothing to lose but I will limit it to what is okay for a blue board
That only applies to images. Post more, your greentext piqued my interest.
That’s pretty good lesbian foreplay. I’m at full mast.
very based yuri romance, would like to read further
post more
Post the whole thing, I actually kinda want to read this.
>Hot teacher read my brainiac erotica
Sounds like a great source of masturbation material for you, you're set for life. Just imagine her being hotter than she is, imagine what she'd say to get you into her office to "discuss it", endless really
I wish this was consolation but it's not. She is going to lose all respect for me. If I get any indication she has opened it, I will immediately suicide.
If she opens it then I will respect you twice as much to make up for it
I respect you anon
just pretend nothing happened
She's flicking the bean to it and she's juicing all over the place. The entire front room of her apartment smells like milk that's gone bad.
just pretend nothing happened
Offer he to rewrite it as a play and cast her in the main role.
So is she good looking or nah
Sadly no.
I didn’t read. But it’s definitely not a big deal. You’re both adults… it’s fine
You're a graduate student. If she asks, you can either tell the truth or you can put some spin on it how it's a writing exercise to try and assume the role of another perspective so different from your own lived perspective, and even further, to see if it comes off as authentic to others in order to test if you've internalized the various viewpoints and situations that have come up in your reading and work.
You'll be fine, OP, it's not even the worst writing sample I've seen on IQfy tbh
It is delusional to assume a graduate advisor in what is presumably an MFA program wouldn’t recognize OPs work as erotica.
Do these "accidentally shared my very embarrassing creation" scenarios actually happen? I've already seen a few threads of that substance and I'm wondering if it's just a grab for attention or people actually are that unlucky and moronic at the same time
Well if she's ugly like you say and over 30 then she'll definitely either A. Be too dumb to read big words anyway and lose interest before she gets to anything saucy, or B. She's old and horny and will probably enjoy it. Either way you're fine , my older female coworkers read erotica books out in the open all the time. You have to remember that 50 shades of Grey was one of the best selling series of books of the 2010s. No one cares about erotica lol.