Hands at Ten and Two

I got a request!
It's been so long since that has happened. I missed it. And it took me a while to get to it. I needed to get in the right headspace.
But I got there, and I wrote this for a new friend.

In other news, there's a new book about to be released, written by yours truly. But that'll get it's own post.

Hands and Ten and Two

A pleasant dance

This may be the first in a series of tales. It's another one focused on the Joker, the clown prince of crime. It's a tease, all a tease. Why would you want more than that?

These will keep coming... and hopefully, so will you.

Pool Hall Dance

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

Important questions

I don't know where this story comes from. I just kind of thought of it this morning while I was getting up. The look on her face as she spoke, the smirk in her eyes, the tease in her tone... they were all there, ready to go, waiting for me to sit down and start writing.

I still need more requests. But in the meantime, please enjoy....

Important Questions

The Secret Of the Spotlight

I'm a bit hesitant about this story. The person I wrote it for listed Burlesque as a fetish, so I went ahead and wrote out an act, more or less. The power exchange is in there, as is the fetishism and the other bits of fun. But I'm not sure how much fiction this really counts as. It's more like a script.

Well, either way... I hope you enjoy it.

The Secret of the Spotlight

A day at the park

This one makes me very nervous. I'm such a fanboy of the person this is written for.

It's got elements of kink, but it's as power-exchange as I usually get. It's a nice gentle tale of two lovely ladies enjoying themselves. In other words: it's gay erotica. Speaking of which, the last time I really tried that, I got into an anthology of best gay erotica. Knowing that makes me want to say 'huh' to myself. I wonder what it says about me?

But anyway, it's not about me. It's about a nice, sunny day.

Day at the Park

The Emerald Isle, the Crimson skin

For today, I decided to go out of order for my friend list. Technically, this is both unrequested AND a request. I got a message yesterday with a 'what about me?' tone to it. So, hopefully, this will make her quit her bitching.

And will make her feel some... interesting things.

And will turn on everyone who reads it.

Irish Road Stop

The Cold Room

I don't know where you are, dear readers. But here, where I am, it is cold. And not just cold, but Cold. Maybe even COLD. Winter has a vice like grip on the world, and even Jack Frost is hanging out by the fire.

But there's purity in the cold. Purity in the frozen wasteland that is the out doors. Purity in plummeting temperatures and sheets of ice, and in air so frigid that it can't even snow anymore.

Ice everywhere. Lust, on the rocks.

The Cold Room

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

An Art Installation

This isn't the first time I've written about someone being made into a work of art. But this time has a different purpose, a different focus, and a few elements I don't usually get to play with.

I know I'm not the only one who thinks androgyny is hot. Just like I know I'm not the only one who will read this and wish the instructions were coming TO me. But alas, we can't all live our fantasies. Some of us can make phone calls, but most of us have to just read about it. ;)

Enjoy.

An Art Installation

Power of the Pole dance

This started as something else. I thought I was going to do another 'confession of a bootlicker' entry. But as the story developed, I realized it was something else. I'm worried that it's a bit self indulgent, kind of the standard fantasy that most men have when they go to a strip club. But then again, it IS a fantasy.

This is technically a request, but it was a request for me to write something to my own fetish. She suggested a man at a strip club seeing the boots. And that's all I needed, I guess.

Morgan makes a Convert out of me

Don't Drop the Ball

Sometimes, I have doubts about my own fetishes. Is it really a fetish, or is it a coincidence? Then I find myself walking somewhere and see a form down the stairs. All I can see is her legs and her boots, no hope of seeing anything more. And it still turns me on. So yep, that's a fetish.

There are a lot of things that we wonder about, that we're unsure if we really want to DO, or if we just like the idea. Are we afraid, or are we excited? 

Which brings me to dropping the ball. I really like that phrase... drop the ball. It can be used in so many contexts. I've never used it in the context of a gangbang before, I don't think. But hey, first time for everything.

Don't Drop the Ball

Perfect Cruelty

I don't know if this is the start of another run of stories. I'm hoping it is, but I don't want to jinx it. Things ARE settling down, and writing is good for me. So maybe I'll keep it up. We'll find out soon enough.

I was wondering, the other day, why it was I couldn't write anything for so long. And I realized that it is, partially, your fault, my lovely and wonderful readers. I was so intent on writing YOUR fantasies that I stopped paying attention to my own. And when you stopped asking for them, I felt like my inspiration had run dry.

Luckily, someone very special decided to make her presence known and remind me that I still have a lot to say. Today's story is about her.

My Perfect Mistress

Lana on stage

More requests have come flooding in! I'm really happy to report that. I was afraid the well was running dry, and that our time together, dear readers, was coming to a close. But the requests continue. And as long as they do, they will be answered. That's my part of the bargain.

Your part? Well, that's up to you. But if nothing else, I ask that you at least enjoy:

Lana on stage