Ali Baba and the Forty... Thieves

So rumor has it another collection is in the works. That's right, after a two year hiatus, EbR is back, and is coming out with a new collection. The picture is taken, the pages are almost full, and things will be good to go in just a few more stories.

I'll post all about that. Maybe I'll get lucky and one of you will even buy a copy.

Today is one of the last stories that will make it into the collection. The other story will be tied to the cover shot, and that story will NOT be posted here. So to read it... you have to buy the book.

But for today, this is a great request, and a great little fairy tale to talk about.

Coins, cocks, and conversation

This is submission

I don't know if this means I'm back or not. I know this idea has been kicking around in my head, and I know that I have a little bit of a request list building up. So maybe it does.

Mostly, though, I'm worried. Do I still have it? Have I lost my skills? Can I still crawl into your mind and give you an orgasm? It's been months, people.

So you tell me; do I still have what it takes to please you?

Submitting to a gang bang

The Boots that Bother Me

I don't know if you care, but I'm going to talk a bit about my process.

You see, I'm not interested in writing the simple and straightforward erotica. There's plenty of that out there. I want to write the more cerebral stuff. I want to write the stuff that looks from a different perspective, that looks at the world through a different lens. Maybe I'm kidding myself about that, maybe I'm not. But take today's story: I could have focused on all the things that are actually happening to the narrator. Instead, I focused on the one thing that WASN'T happening, the one thing that actually BOTHERED him.

I hope you like it.

It's the Boots that bother me

The Chase

Here is number 99 in the requester log. The 100 slot is already taken, and I have an idea for another story beyond that.

I don't think I'm ready to stop. Not yet.

Today's tale is about getting chased when you want to be caught. Even with all kinds of punishment that comes with being captured, sometimes it's worth it.

But you know that.

The Chase

Turned and sold

Today's writing is a request. I love requests. This one was... wild.

I admit, some of the ideas are not entirely mine. There are some elements here from stories I've read in the past, some concepts that others have come up with. If I could remember where I saw them first, I'd credit them. But I can't; all I remember is that there are certain elements of the fantasy that stuck with me. In particular, the corset, the heels, and the teeth. You'll understand.

And, hopefully, you'll enjoy.

My name is Whore

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

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

Biker Babe

What is a bootlicker to do when someone wants a fantasy that is consensual, but that still pushes on that line? What to do when the desires are a bit outside of what safety really covers, a fantasy that lasts too long to believe that it's all completely consensual?

My answer is simple. You'll see it below. But it begs the question: What actually happened?

Gutterslut

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

Confessions of a Bootlicker: Never Have I Ever

The folks here at the home office are insisting that I get back to work. They won't let me keep wallowing in panic and stress. And, though I slew many an interloper, their sheer numbers did eventually overcome me. I went down fighting, but I did go down. And then I went down again. Actually, I ended spending quite a lot of time on my knees...

Is it weird that I keep writing as if there were other people here?

anyway...

Confessions of a Bootlicker: College Party

Not exactly the first time

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Professor Wolf 2

There's something I need to say about blackmail. Blackmail is not consent. It's someone doing something because they're afraid of the consequences. Which makes it no different than holding a gun to someone's head. Sex because of blackmail is still rape.

Why do I bring this up? Because I want to be sure that it's clear that while this story has elements of blackmail, it isn't real; they offer to give him back the evidence without question. It's always his choice, which means it's always consensual.

And that's important to me.

Start of the Semester (2)

Just an object

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Becoming a monkey girl (2)

I like writing sequels. I like expanding on this weird little sci fi world that seems to be developing. The only problem I have is the worry that the sequel won't stand up to the original.

But here's hoping.

Maili's New Life

Are you sure?

I thought I'd try my hand at second person writing again. I also thought it would be interesting to write a story that was about a fantasy. About the fulfillment of a fantasy, about how nasty some of the things we like might be, and how we like them anyway. And why shouldn't we? That's the whole point of fantasy, right?

Anyway, this time around, it's all about whether or not it's okay to do something, whether or not someone actually wants to fulfill her fantasy.

Enjoy.


Are You Sure?

May old Acquaintants be forgot.

 I was given a request for a cuckolding story. One with some role reversal, maybe the boss being the center of a gang bang, or at least being used by a group of people. With lots of toilet play. (so be prepared for that).

So I thought it would be nice to have a party at New Years, one with... interesting activities.

I think the title is funny. But that might just be me. You'll see why.

Enjoy.

Using the Bathroom

Shibari gangbang

This was a very nicely made request. I really hope she likes it.

Shibari gangbang

Home for the Holiday

This one is about as taboo as I could make it. I even did research.

There has to be more to taboo than bathroom play, gangbangs, cum guzzling, and incest. I mean, there's bestiality, pedophilia and rape, but I won't write about those. Consent matters, and none of those involve consent. So no.

Still, there must be something.

If you can think of something else, something you want to see, let me know.

In the meantime, enjoy...
An Incest Christmas

Torture of Colors (3)

There's something about writing in the second person that feels dirtier to me. It's like letting out some fantasy mistress to come out and play. Maybe it's just that it feels more specifically like I'm writing something for someone to masturbate to. I don't know.

This is a new one for me. It's a sequel, but the third part is not written for the same person as parts one and two. So it's a sequel in the sense of the same story, but not the same audience.

I hope it works, and I hope the new audience likes it. I hope the old one does too, for the record.

Let me know.

A Torture of Colors (3)

The Fairest of them All

 The request was simple: a fairy tale. A kinky, perverted fairy tale. Snow White. And why not? 

So I looked up the story. Not the Disney version, the original. The one where once upon a time, her mother said "Oh, how I wish that I had a daughter that had skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony." The one where the Queen tried to kill her by tying tight laces, by brushing her hair with poison, and then finally with the poison apple. The Brothers Grimm were true to their name. 

I think I can say fairly that grim or not, this version is at least sexy:

The Fairest of them All