An Erotic Novel? How novel!

Hello!

Okay, so as you know, I've released several collections. You can still get the original collection, or Power Exchange, which has a story never published on this site. You can still get Boots and Bondage, with some of the best stories inside. And of course, you can still get Boot's Fairy Tales, with all its special extras.

But I've never released an actual novel before.

Thankfully, I was able to get the wonderful Dreadnaught Photography to do another cover for me, and I took my promise in no-more-moriarty-here seriously. I waited until I had a good cover, until the book was well finished.

And now it is!

Please, please, please, go buy a copy! Buy one for your friends. But dozens for enemies, and send it to their place of work until they sue you for harassment*

**the lawyers at EbR HQ insist that you NOT harass people, or at least that we not encourage you to.**

Wanna see the cover of the new book?

What I won't do

This is an unrequested story. I'm getting to know someone, and I wanted to write a story for her.

I've been thinking about it for a while. Didn't know how to start it. Didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure what to pick from her list of interests, what to focus on. All those things she likes, all those things that interest her!

And then it came to me. All the things she wants to do, and what I won't do.

Please comment if you like this. If I knew people wanted more to read, I'd probably go back to writing.

What you want

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

Secret Metamorphosis

Today's story is a solicited request. I asked someone if I could write them a story. Why? Because I'm arrogant. I saw someone say that they had a favorite erotica author. And it wasn't me. So I had to challenge myself to try to be this person's new favorite.

Then I found out that this person has just ended a long relationship and is a bit broken up by it. Which means I both want to become a new favorite AND provide the person with something that will make the break up a little easier to handle.

Did I manage? I don't know... time will tell. And speaking of telling...

Tell Me.

Moving in on Moriarty

We're getting closer and closer now. I don't know when the novel will be finished, but there aren't all that many stories left at this point. At least, not stories that will show up here.

Is there still interest in these? Are there things you like or want to see more of?

Men make houses, Women make Holmes

Sensual Statues

This request is, technically, only half way finished. I started writing it because I loved the idea, because it seemed to sensual and so loving, so deep and so wonderful. But as I wrote it, I found a lot of deep and personal meaning to it, and I just couldn't bring myself to do the other part. I had to keep the story going where it went, because that's where the tale had to go.

Does that mean I won't write a sequel? Of course it doesn't. If the one who made the request still wants the next part, I'll write it for her. But even if I do, this tale will stand on its own, a wonderful moment of beauty, an example of the power, and the importance, of hope.

The Slave Statue

Clothes make the Woman

As of tomorrow (November 13), Erotica By Request will be a year old. We're within striking distance of 20,000 views. Please, crash the servers and help us reach that point in the next 30 or so hours!

I know I haven't been posting all that much this month; my alter ego has been working on a novel for Nanowrimo. He's about 60% done, and when he finishes, he'll give me back the content control for our creative energies, and I'll post more stuff here. In the meantime, please bear with the lull. And enjoy days like today, where inspiration comes on hot and heavy.

I have had a wonderful experience lately. Someone I wrote a story for offered to write one for me. It has so far been a fantastic thing. So good that I wanted to write her another tale. Which is where that inspiration for today comes from.

The Costume Party

Admit it

Apparently, one of the biggest problems with torture stories is that they lead to sex. Who knew?

I've actually been accused recently that I always seem to stop before the sex anyway. Not so much accused, really; someone just asked me why I did that. Why not have the 'happy ending'? Why do I limit things to the build up, to the foreplay?

I don't, not always. But I prefer to do things that way. I want the sex to happen in your heads, I want the story to live on in all your beautifully dirty minds. To me, the part that matters is the build up. Admitting that you like something.

Which brings me to today's tale:

Admit you like it.

The Terminatrix (all together)

First, I just wanted to announce: As of this writing, the blog is just barely shy of 17,000 views. That's amazing! The blog isn't even a year old yet. It's enough to make me start looking into advertising, into getting my own domain, and it's made me feel very wonderful. So thank you.

Second, as part of that thank you, I thought I would go ahead and put the Terminatrix story all in one easy to access place for you. Now you can read all four parts right in a row, as they were meant to be read (or you can read one part at a time; your call).

The Terminatrix

Time pressure

I don't think I often write these stories from the perspective of the dominant. Probably because I, myself, am not dominant. So it's a bit harder for me to wrap my mind around that perspective. But today's request included a very specific order. I asked if the story was for her or for him. She said "the story is for me. From my Mistress perspective, boots"

Which, oddly, gave me all the inspiration I needed to be able to write this. Everything just clicked. And while I asked in the hopes that I could add another name to the running tally... I have to say, the answer I got was totally worth it. Some women (or men... any dominant person, really) can send a rush of displeasure and power through very few words. It's actually pretty amazing.

It's the little things.

Which brings me to today's story.

The Pressure of Time

When someone isn't forced

I like writing these things for people. And I like the whole idea of torturing someone to do something that they wanted to do anyway. It's not really forcing if they ask you to do it.

But let me be very clear: the only time someone is 'asking for' something is when they say something along the lines of "I would like to have this happen." Clothing is not asking for it, flirting is not asking for it. The only thing that IS asking for it.... is actually asking for it.

Bringing home a gift

The Week of BDSM (part two)

And here I thought it would be a two part story. Looks like we may have to wait a little bit longer to find out what happens on Saturday, and on Sunday. To find out what the bet was all about.

Any guesses? Any thoughts?

On the Seventh Day (2)

The week of BDSM (part one)

This is definitely going to be a two part story. Hopefully, part two will come tomorrow. For Danni's sake, let's hope so.

I really like this title. Nothing like a little blasphemy to brighten up your day.

On the Seventh Day

Naughty, naughty boy....

 The hardest part of a period piece is trying to stay true to the period, as best I can. I don't know the Victorian era as well as I would like to, so I'm not sure how well I created the world for this. 

But it's SUPPOSED to be Victorian. So try to remember that as you read.

Naughty, naughty boy

Boot Fetish Party

I was given a challenge. Obviously, I love writing about boots. And obviously, I don't mind making them the focus of the story.

But a story with a lot of different kinds of boots, with a lot of specific things being done... Well, it wasn't a difficult challenge. Just a fun one. It was a bit difficult to do 'light' humiliation; I prefer mine much more intense. But I think I managed. I hope I did.

Requests like this make me happy. When someone asks you to write about your own fetishes, it's like winning a contest.

Which, of course, inspired this tale.

The Winning Boots

The nicest words

Today we're back to the classic party favor situation. Not as taboo as things have been recently. But still fun.

 

This is probably a part one situation. Maybe we can end there, leave it to your imagination.

Maybe not.

One thing I know for sure: I want to go to parties like this.

The Nicest Words

A Night off

This is a bit of a change, I think. Certainly, there's role reversal. But the idea was so intriguing when it was brought to me, I just couldn't say no.

So I present to you: "Mistress Lily's Night Off" or maybe "Poker night." 

Which one fits better?

Beg Me: Cat and Kit

This story is becoming my most widely presented. It's in TWO of the books, and is also going to be in an anthology.

I've taken part of it down, but the beginning is still there to enjoy.

The alphabet of Fetish

After spending some time randomly picking letters and numbers, and then writing fantasies around that many fetishes (you can see those entries below), I thought about the idea of a long running fantasy, one in which I had to do at least one thing for every letter of the alphabet.

That led to this, The ABCs of Fetish: