Service, furniture, and (of course) boots

Hello faithful reader and random assortment of delightful pervs!

I've decided to take a more active role in the universe, and as such I made a twitter account. You can reach me now at @Boots_EBR. I'm funny, I promise. And I take requests through twitter now. Requests like this one.

I didn't have much to work with... pretty boys, service submission, boots... but it was enough to be inspiring. I hope you like it.

The next pair

No such thing as a safe bet

Do you know the secret to make a small fortune through gambling? Start with a large fortune. Gamble until it's small. Then stop.

Making bets is never a good idea. But then, sometimes it's more fun to lose than to win.

How could I lose?

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

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

Modern day Bathory

So vampires. Vampires come from a lot of different places, a lot of different sources of myth. One of them is Elizabeth Bathory, who believed she could remain young by bathing in the blood of virgins. She killed as many as 650 girls for this purpose.

I don't advocate that. (do I need to make that clear?) But the idea of bathing in blood... well, it's very intimate.

So for today's request, I tried to update the idea to a more consensual situation. A more leather-centric example.

Modern Day Bathory

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

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

A real fantasy

I have been really hard on myself lately. Stuck in my head, unable to write anything. I told myself I was waiting for inspiration, and maybe I was. But nothing was inspiring me. I used to write a story every day, and now I'm lucky to get one or two a week. I thought I'd lost my touch.

I can't say that's over; all I can say is that today, I was able to take an all important first step. And I was able to take it because a lovely and wonderful lady gave me a request. She asked me to write something 'real.' Something that was all me, with no obfuscation. No hiding behind anything else, no trying to tailor the story to anyone. She wanted a fantasy that was all me.

I might keep trying those, keep writing more and more of them. It might at least get me going a bit. But first, I have her story. The real me.

I, Bootlicker

A moment in time

Today's story is simple. Gentle. Relaxing. Is it romantic? Does it live up the holiday?

A moment in time

Filling in gaps

Didn't really know what to write today, but I wanted to write something. So I looked through the blog and checked out what we need more of. And I think I came up with something that works.

Let me know what you think. I love to hear from you. Comments make Boot smile.

Steam, Slavery, and the soft Hum

Put through the paces

I know I said I was trying to avoid Femdom for a while. I guess that makes me a liar. Feel free to punish me. ;)

I've been wondering something: If there was a paypal button, and you could donate some money to keep me writing, would you do it? No minimum, no maximum, just a system for leaving tips. Would anyone take advantage of that?

Anyway, today's story is from The List. I really like the result. Hopefully, so will you.

Put Through the Paces

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

Nothing to complain about

It's good to know that I'm not the only one who gets a secret perverted smile every time he hears the phrase "Boot Camp." The military can be so sexy. If it wasn't for all that 'people shoot at you' stuff, and if it worked the way fantasies do.... well, this particular bootlicker might just find himself enlisting.

Alas, reality continues to refuse to conform to my fantasies. So I'm stuck with just writing the fantasies. Today's is for someone else, someone who seems to share a lot of the same interests. Hopefully, he will enjoy this entry...

Nothing to Complain About

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

Teresa's Switch

Today's story was a request from a new friend, someone who wanted as much to know HOW to write good erotica as she wanted to have one written for her. I was flattered that she thought, first of all, that I write consistently good erotica, and secondly, that she thought I could help identify what makes erotica good in the first place.

Let me be clear: I think I write good erotica. I think I write great erotica. I think what's on this site is some of the best erotica there is, and I stand by my work. I don't feel like I need to prove anything to anyone, because I think the work speaks for itself. That said, it's always nice when someone else says the same. At the heart of every artist is a deep seed of doubt, something that makes you always wonder if maybe, just maybe, you're the only one who thinks it's good. Or that your best work is behind you. Or that you've been deluding yourself. Or that the one good story was just a fluke. So even those of us who think they're awesome still need that external validation every now and then.

The characters in my stories take a beating, sometimes literally. The power is all mine as the writer. But once it gets posted here, the power goes to you, the reader. You become the one who can praise or punish. You become the one who can take revenge on behalf of the characters in whatever way you see fit.

Which, coincidentally, is what this story is about.

Teresa's Switch

Piercing for Painful Pleasure

Today's story was fun to write. I always liked the idea of the way she stops him from talking (you'll see!). I've never done it or seen it done, but it sounds so awesome.

I don't really have much to say, other than that this is, once again, an 'unrequested request'; I wrote it for someone on my friends list who didn't ask for a story. I hope she enjoys it.

I'm finding that I REALLY like doing things this way. It's getting to the point that I'd almost rather people just say "hey, write me a story" and let me see their list of fetishes and interests....

We'll see.

Piercing for Painful Pleasure

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

The Genie in the Boots

First off, it's spelled Djinn, and I know that. It's also pronounced that way. The term 'genie' is a relatively new one. But 'The djinn in the boots' didn't have the same ring to it.

Anyway... I'm not really one for magic, usually. But how could I resist this particular request?

And by the way, the boots in question, in my mind at least, look like the ones just beyond the cut.

Djinn in Boots

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