Friday, March 28, 2014

Table Cloth

Today's story is for a new friend of mine. I went through her profile, and this idea just kind of jumped out at me. I don't know how well I pulled it off... but I know that writing it made me pretty flushed, so I can only hope it does the same for her.

And for you.

Table Cloth

Thursday, March 27, 2014

One more

I have to be honest: I thought I was done. For many days now, I've been planning on shutting down the blog, calling it quits, and writing other things. No more erotica. And today I almost did it. I almost wrote my last entry and shut everything down.

But then I thought, why not one last story? And I thought about Sheherezad, which someone once compared me to.

And I had an idea....

One more, at least

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Belted in for the show

Yeah, I know; been a while. I was kind of... tied up. My other self was on vacation, and depressed (what a pansy), and he wouldn't let me at the keyboard for a while. Hopefully, that's over now.

I had this image last night just before slipping away to dream land, and the image was so exciting that I just had to write this story about it. I hope you like.

Belted In

Monday, March 17, 2014

You have no shame

Today is a combination between "imagine yourself here" and a request.

It's meant to be mostly a tease. Because tease is the way to go, isn't it?

I'm so scared she is going to actually make me do these things some day...

Shameless slut

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Thank god I don't know better

Someone commented yesterday that they appreciated me 'letting them in.' I can't tell you how much that comment meant to me. I don't know why, but somehow I felt like my own fantasies wouldn't be as interesting as writing out the fantasies of others. That's why I often go dormant when there are no requests.

Today, someone very important and wonderful asked me to tell her about my abduction fantasy. I shouldn't have done it. But isn't that the point?

Thank god I don't know better

Monday, March 10, 2014

A real fantasy

I have been really hard on myself lately. Stuck in my head, unable to write anything. I told myself I was waiting for inspiration, and maybe I was. But nothing was inspiring me. I used to write a story every day, and now I'm lucky to get one or two a week. I thought I'd lost my touch.

I can't say that's over; all I can say is that today, I was able to take an all important first step. And I was able to take it because a lovely and wonderful lady gave me a request. She asked me to write something 'real.' Something that was all me, with no obfuscation. No hiding behind anything else, no trying to tailor the story to anyone. She wanted a fantasy that was all me.

I might keep trying those, keep writing more and more of them. It might at least get me going a bit. But first, I have her story. The real me.

I, Bootlicker