Gearing up

I made a new friend the other day. At least, I hope we'll be friends. I met her at a bondage store, and it seemed to me like we all hit it off.

Yesterday, I asked if I could write her a story. It's been a long time since I've written based purely on a fetlife profile. I hope this is good. I hope she enjoys it.

And I hope you all enjoy it. Give me a holler, or drop a comment. Tell me there are people still interested, people who want me to start writing again.

Gearing up

Inverted Enema

I had this image one night, as I was about to go to sleep. Hanging by my ankles, holding in an enema. That would be bad.

But it could be worse...

Hold on tight

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

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

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

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

A little bit of magic

Is this a re-imagining of Sleeping Beauty? I don't think it is, though there are probably some similarities.

Mostly, this is a sequel. The original story, The Slave Statue, had an ending I was very proud of. I thought it was a beautiful bit, a nice question of whether or not anything had happened, if it was just a very pleasant way of helping someone deal with a bad situation. I didn't want to write the sequel, because I didn't want to change that ending.

So maybe it's better to think of this as a different tale altogether. Or maybe it isn't. I suppose that's up to you. In any case, I hope you enjoy it.

The Statue Slave

Jazz, jizz, and... something else that starts with J.

This request was a bit difficult to write. I had the request from the list, but nothing else to work from. So I had to guess a little bit. Parties, competitions, bowls of cum and being forced to masturbate over and over and over... sounds like an interesting party, I suppose.

Then there's the music. I like the roles music can play in stories. I really feel like I need to listen to more of it, so I can use it better....

Oh, and yes: I am a little bit ashamed of the title.

Jazz, jizz, and... jerking

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

Solving Moriarty's puzzle

I sat down today with the intent of writing another short bit of Moriarty. I'm not quite done with the scene yet, and it's already more than 2500 words. For reference, that's close to twice the normal length of these stories.

But I got the answer I was looking for. I got the point across, I think, without being too preachy. I hope this is still interesting. Let me know in the comments, would you?

Driving the Point 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

I should know

So I went looking through my friends and found someone that I haven't written for. This isn't a request, but it is focused pretty clearly on that person's fetishes.

Also, it's just fun to write. Enjoy.

I should know

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."

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

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

Be careful what you wish for

Two days in a row! That's good, right?

For the record, in my imagination, the narrator of this story is a woman. But I tried to leave it at least a little bit vague, in case you'd rather it be a man telling the tale.

She asked for it

Confessions of a Bootlicker (3)

It was suggested to me that I should write more of these stories. Partially because they help me deal with certain consent-obsessed issues I have, partially because they help me try to find the source of certain things in my life, and partially, I hope, because they're sexy.

I really hope they're sexy. I hope these stories of my life aren't boring you. If they are, let me know. If they're not... let me know. Either way, give me some comments, people.

The girl next door

Mother Goosed

I know, I know. I hate poetry more than a healthy person should. I have been known to say "Any idiot can write poetry, and most of them do." I hate Wordsworth, Whitman, and Keats as well as every goth/emo kid that thinks they are so deep.

But I couldn't help it. It started with one line coming to me, one idea that struck me as funny/interesting. But it was a nursery rhyme, so it kind of demanded that it remain a rhyme.

Though I will say: this is not one to read to children.

Lady in the Shoe

Bound and hung

Safety is so hard to handle with asphyxiation. I hope I managed to do it without it being too distracting. If not, it's a fantasy, and at least I can be sure of one thing: It's consensual.

I do have a question though... is this incest or not? If you consider bdsm sex, then yes. But if you don't... well, I guess you'll have to decide for yourself.

The Hanging Closet

Book Club (part one)

I was asked to do a story like A Torture of Colors for an older crowd. For cougars, for adults who had long ago put away the trappings of sororities.

Someone once said that there's no one more cruel than sorority girls. Well, that may be true with the age group. But there is a group who bring cruelty to a whole new level. That group is housewives. Repressed housewives who finally get a chance to come out and play, who can do whatever they want. All they need is a place to do it.

A place like....

Book Club