Going for the Jugular

Going for the jugular. 

The most taboo of all fantasies. 

The one that turns you on but that you would never, ever do. 

The one you’re most ashamed to admit. 

Wow. That’s a hefty request. I’m going to do it, but consider this your fair warning: don’t click past the cut if you don’t want something utterly depraved, disgusting, and utterly fantasy. It’s not going to be entirely consensual, it’s sure as hell not safe or sane… It kind of breaks my own rules. But fantasies do that.

This is MY fantasy. It’s not one I want to have happen.  

One I'm ashamed of

The Fraulein

Do I need to specify that just because people have a nazi fetish, or because they think holocaust scenes can be hot, it doesn't mean they are ACTUALLY nazis or are ACTUALLY in favor of genocide? We're all adults, right? We can understand that there is a difference between fantasy and reality. We can agree that the sexy part, the power and humiliation, only works because the horrific parts aren't real, right? That it's still consensual?

With that out of the way... those uniforms are kinda hot, aren't they?

The Fraulein

Twisted promise

So I was looking through a friend's profile, trying to come up with inspiration. And I don't know why, but this one thing jumped out at me. This idea that wasn't quite in the list I was going through, but just made me wonder.

It was a question. A dare that seemed to come out of nowhere. If someone were held in chastity, and then told that they were going to get a blow job "unless you beg me not to," how in the hell could someone possibly prefer to stay in chastity? What would make them beg?

Which led me to the story.

Twisted Promise

Confessions of a bootlicker: refusing to take her virginity

So this is not true. Which shouldn't be a surprise; none of these 'confessions' are true. But they are based on truth. And there is SOME truth to this. But the names are different, and the details have been changed to protect the innocent and indulge the perverted.

This does directly connect to the first confession, and the greatest ever game of Truth or Dare. It is the same person. That much, at least, is true.

Oh, and it's about me. That's true too. And I DID refuse to take her virginity.

The rest? I'll let you decide.

Saying no anyway

Do you Understand?

Today's story has a science fiction influence. I don't know why. It just kind of happened that way.

That said, I WANT the toy that's used in it.

Do You Understand?

Breaking the Silence

It's hard to write a story of a power struggle between two people when one of them refuses to speak. It's hard to keep this armor of silence idea going.

Besides, it had to be broken eventually. Have you ever seen The Three Amigos? It's not a kinky movie, by any stretch. But there's this one part, where Steve Marten is imprisoned, that always stuck with me. One that helped me figure out how to finally break the silent armor.

I've noticed something too: I seem to be much more sensual lately. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Breaking the Silence

Confessions of a Bootlicker: Queen of the Hill

So what happens when it comes to a first ever experience? For most kids, it starts with a 'Show me yours, I'll show you mine' kind of thing. A harmless enough game. Once they're old enough to really understand what's going on, there can be games of house, or of doctor. Then dating, then making out; I don't know the usual path. I didn't follow the usual path.

I didn't follow the usual path because I'm one of them kinky folk. And kinky folk have something a little bit different. Like this story of mine.

Queen of the Hill

Purifying his sins

For today's story, I had to pull out some of the stops. Yesterday and today were both for professionals in the kink scene, but today I was trying to hit a fantasy that she didn't quite realize that she wanted, one that was tongue in cheek, but still intense enough to still interest one of the most wild and interesting people I've ever known.

On the other hand, this was a two-fer. I both got to do her request AND fill out part of the List and cover the nun fetish.

Which reminds me: this story might bother some of the more religiously inclined. It's a definite sexualization of the whole thing, and you should know that going in. It's erotica; what do you expect?

Purifying his sins

Full fisted Taunting

Happy new year everyone!

While I wait for more requests, I've decided to go ahead and start writing for specific people without asking first. That seems odd, I know. I prefer to think of it as writing a pre-request.

Is this a new year's resolution? Nah. Just an experiment.

Please enjoy.

Full-Fisted Taunting

Pain and keys

 I really didn't know how to do this one. The request was simple, but had a combination that I hadn't really run into before. How do you write an interrogation, a torture scene, that has elements of HUMOR to it?

I'm not sure I know. But I gave it a shot. So I guess it's up to you to tell me if I did a good job.

In the meantime, it's New Year's Eve, and I've got some leather straps, ben gay, and a fishing lure with my name on it... don't ask.

Pain and Keys

No more Moriarty... here.

Okay, so the novel is almost finished. Here on the blog you have seen nine parts of the tale; this makes ten. That's close to 40% of the total novel. Would you be interested in seeing the rest of it? We're going to see if we can get a publisher to do it real justice, so you may have to wait a bit. But tell me you're interested in the comments. That might help the publication.

The last part you saw was dear Moriarty finally getting caught. This time, she's in prison, after the trial, and just before... well, you should be able to figure out what happens next by the end of the story...

Coming Holmes to Roost

Silence in the Squared Circle

Today, I return to the tale of Nina and Dyehen. I hear that the real Dyehen has finished his exams (and done well!), and hopefully, this installment of the story will be a nice surprise for him.

This is a different style of erotica than I normally write. Does it still work for you? Please let me know in the comments.

Silence in the Squared Circle

Thanksgiving Dinner

It's the holiday season. And holidays can be stressful. Some people are lucky enough to be able to have fun kinky sex time while watching football, but most of us have to deal with family instead (and not sexually). I'm going off track. Point is, there's stress involved in Thanksgiving, in cooking and such.

And stress needs to be released, somehow. How many of you wish you had the apartment across the hall in this story?

Boots, Breaks, and Beating

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

Goodie Bag

There are all these stories out there, it has been pointed out to me, where the woman finds out that her man is actually submissive, and takes it upon herself to turn him into her slave, to 'break' him and make him hers, to turn his fantasies into reality whether he wants it or not. Leaving aside the consent problem I have with that, it never really rang true for me.

Today's requester didn't like that either. She seems to think that BDSM is some sort of thing that happens BETWEEN two people, and not just TO one of them. Almost like the people who are into this stuff are REAL people with desires. Like BOTH of them are real, rather than one of them being a walking talking fantasy. It's crazy, I know. But I think she's right.

"I found your bag."

Useful Things

I was thinking about sissification and that whole fetish. Is it right to call a sissy's dick his 'boy clit'? I think not. It seems like doing that is really insulting, and to the wrong person. A clit is not just a miniature penis. In fact, that misconception might be why men have had trouble satisfying women for so long. Either way, it seems to be at best a mistake and at worst an active degrading of womankind generally. I mean, if a woman WANTS to be degraded, that's absolutely her right. But calling a penis a boyclit is just derogatory to women in general. And I know a lot of women who would, and should, have issue with that.

I bring this up not because of the request, but because it helped me in my thinking through fulfilling the request. It's fun to get inside the mind of the domme sometimes. Or, I guess I should say, to let my inner domme out to play a bit.

Useful Thing

Silent Witness

I don't often put myself into someone else's fantasy. Usually, I like to just imagine myself as being the recipient of those cruel ministrations. But for today, I was asked to write it as if I were there, knowing what was happening but unable to take an active role.

I kind of like the result. Hopefully, so will you.

Silent Witness

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.

Moriarty's Moral

I thought it would be good to do a little bit of role reversal here. Can't have our Holmes always losing, can't have him looking like a bumbling idiot.

Of course, we can't have him exactly win either...

Holmes Field Advantage

I warned you...

Last night, while talking to my wife, we got on the subject of cheating. Of how she will cut you if you try to do something to/with me without her permission.

She doesn't think I would cheat on her. And she's right. I won't. Not EVER. No, not even then. Not because of what she would do, but because I love her.

But since we were on the subject, she asked me to write a story for her. Something about what I think she would do if I DID cheat. Basically, she wanted me to expand on what I mean when I warn other people that "she'll fucking cut you."

We talked about it for a while, coming up with some fun and sadistic punishments. Then today, I wrote down what I could remember. And here it is, for you:

"I'll fucking cut you."