Old Blue Eyes

This is a scene I've always wanted to play, and a song that's always had a different than intended effect on me.

Enjoy.

I get a kick out of you

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

And no, I'm not sorry.

So today, I was going on a rant in my head about the things that annoy me (this one was inspired by otherwise attractive people wearing sweats and moccasins), and I got to thinking about what rules I would have if I ruled the world.

Which led me to realize that there is a world that I rule, a place where I can present these policies as if they would actually be followed. So I started writing, and kind of enjoy what came out of it. I hope you like it too.

Regular updates will recommence.... whenever I damned well feel like it. ;) In other news, The Interrogation is closing in on 1000 views, and the blog itself is closing in on 19,000. Thank you all!

Policy Changes

Moriarty: Truth or Bare?

I know that some people like this Moriarty thing. I know I do. It's fun to write, and fun (though disturbing) to get inside her head. Fun, sexy, and mildly disturbing. That's how I want people to describe me. And it's how I describe her. Just, you know, without the 'mildly' part.

Anyway, I'm a bit concerned that she's leaning more towards the Joker than Moriarty in this one. Though, to be fair, I'm not entirely sure how different the two are. But this is the first time we see her actually COMMIT a crime. Well, more or less.

You'll see; I'll show you.



Holmes is where the heart is

Ask Boot: Female Supremacy

So are women better than men?
 No.

Oh, so you're saying men are better than women?
Nope.

I'm confused.
It's a matter of the law of the excluded middle. There's another option. Saying that one gender is inherently superior to the other is sexist. Saying women are better than men is just as sexist as saying men are better than women; it's just a bit more rare to hear. I don't think that's what you're really asking though; why not rephrase a bit?

Okay. What's the deal with female supremacy? Do you agree with it?
Better. Much better. Let's talk about that.

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

Just hanging around

Who's more cruel: the sadist who tortures or the sadist who just threatens? Is the sadist who is trying to sound kind, being pleasant and encouraging, more frightening than the one who threatens and curses?

I don't know why, but I seem to always write in the second person for this particular requester, who is a lovely and wonderful regular here on EbR. She is British, which is why I try to keep the slang and the language with that kind of flair. I've never been told I do it badly, so I assume I'm doing it well.

Maybe that's because I love Doctor Who so much... I get a fair amount of British slang through all the time I spend watching it. (And before you ask, no. No way in hell am I going to write Dr. Who Erotica. Some things are sacred).

Anyway... British mistress, cross dressing, torture... basically, your average Friday afternoon.

Hanging up Your Stockings

Any Second Now

When I first saw this request, I wasn't sure what I could do. In fact, I opened it up today, ready to write, and had no real idea how to do it. It wasn't until I started writing that it crystalized in my mind.

It happens that way sometimes. I focus so much on the request, on getting those details right, that I miss what's under the surface. I miss the fantasy within the fantasy. Once I figure out that extra level, which could very well just be the part of the fantasy that is ME, it all come together. (no pun intended)

Today, the theme that strung it together was the tease. I blame a certain special someone I've been talking to lately. I won't tell you her name, other than that it rhymes with "ModdessLori," but she and I have been talking a lot about teasing. And this story, which isn't for her, still managed to have her influence.

Sometimes, the best part of sex isn't having it... it's waiting for it to start.

Any Second Now

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

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

Ask Boot: Pain is(not) pleasure

So... time for another round of Ask Boot. If you have any questions for Boot, ask them either here or privately. He likes talking about things, and loves answering questions.

Soon we'll be back to fiction, maybe with more of Moriarty, maybe with something else. There's a request for a story about a nun (and an older one at that). Might head that way. Might answer any other request you people would care to make. 

In the meantime....

Ask Boot: pain and pleasure

More of Moriarty

This story is starting to make itself a bit more developed, and taking a bit more of my time. I hope it still counts as erotica, and I hope you all still enjoy it. I may end up turning this into a novel, or maybe not. Who knows where inspiration will strike?

Like it? Want to see more? What would you like to see?

Oh, the fun she’s going to have at his expense…

Making myself at Holmes

Every Moriarty needs her Sherlock

This is something very different. I'm pretty sure it still counts as erotica, though there isn't really all that much sex involved. It's just the beginning, the tease. I hope you like it. I hope you think it’s clever.

If not, I’ll stop and go back to the tried and true. Either way, please, let me know.

Holmes Free

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

I Want to Hunt You Like an Animal

Personally, I think you should read the title to the tune of Nine Inch Nail's 'Closer.' If you know the song, you'll know what I mean.

This story was an interesting challenge. It's always fun to write something that has the feeling of being forced, but still making it clear (I hope) that it isn't. That these are roles people play, and that's a good thing.

I think that's why I hate the idea of 50 shades of gray. Or really, of any mainstream depictions of BDSM; they seem to ignore the 'consent' part of things. But that's getting on a rant. If you want to hear that rant, feel free to ask about it. But it has nothing to do with this story.

This story... this is more primal than that.

Hunted Game

Terminatrix: epilogue

I was really hesitant to write this. I said the last part was the ending, and I really liked the way it ended. But there has been so much demand for a wrap up that I had to answer it.

As I was writing it, I had a problem: it didn't feel like erotica. There's really not any sex in this part. This happy ending doesn't have a 'happy ending.' It's an emotional piece, one that puts bdsm into the context of real relationships, but not one that has a lot of kink actually in the story.

Maybe that's okay. Maybe that just makes it better. I don't know.

This is my first real foray into true Fan Fiction. I still don't like fanfic, because it doesn't exactly belong to me. But this time, this one time, it was worth it. I don't know why; but, just like Cameron, I don't have to.

Terminatrix: epilogue