The Cheshire smile

Today's request comes from The List. It's a bit on the short side, but I didn't have much to work with. Honestly, I don't know much about Nekos. But I know I liked writing this, as I enjoy writing every request. I just hope I did it justice.

A Cheshire Smile

Long awaited conclusion

There's a chance this will not be a one off thing. I might go back to writing again. Certainly if people send in requests. I'm willing to write if you're willing to read.

This request was for me to finish an old story. The original story is here: Ten Rules I don't Know (unfinished). Someone read it, and wanted to know the other rules. Wanted to know how it ended.

So here, to answer that request, I present to you....

Ten Rules I don't Know (conclusion)

What I won't do

This is an unrequested story. I'm getting to know someone, and I wanted to write a story for her.

I've been thinking about it for a while. Didn't know how to start it. Didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure what to pick from her list of interests, what to focus on. All those things she likes, all those things that interest her!

And then it came to me. All the things she wants to do, and what I won't do.

Please comment if you like this. If I knew people wanted more to read, I'd probably go back to writing.

What you want

The Predicament of Pain and Pleasure

Predicament bondage. When someone is bound in such a way that they end up causing themselves pain when they move. There's lots of ways to do it, and (when done safely) it can be fantastic. But usually it's just one person in bondage. One person forced to stand on her toes to avoid being choked, or one person forced to pull on his balls in order to avoid sitting on ice.

But what if there were two? And their predicament was... combined?

That's the idea behind today's tale.

Predicament of Pain and Pleasure

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

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

Pain and keys

 I really didn't know how to do this one. The request was simple, but had a combination that I hadn't really run into before. How do you write an interrogation, a torture scene, that has elements of HUMOR to it?

I'm not sure I know. But I gave it a shot. So I guess it's up to you to tell me if I did a good job.

In the meantime, it's New Year's Eve, and I've got some leather straps, ben gay, and a fishing lure with my name on it... don't ask.

Pain and Keys

Moriarty gets an apology

This one was hard to write. It's heading towards the end of the story (not there yet), but it had to happen eventually... At some point, Holmes NEEDED a win. Good must triumph and all that.

Well, for a little while, at least.

The Holmes Stretch

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

Special tale for special friends

I usually don't write this much in one day. But this month has been light, thanks to other projects, and with the holiday (thanksgiving) coming up, I don't know how much time I'll actually spend writing for the rest of the week.

Besides, some stories just beg to be told. Or, rather, some of them demand to be told. There is romance in struggle.

Wrapped in Silence

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

Clothes make the Woman

As of tomorrow (November 13), Erotica By Request will be a year old. We're within striking distance of 20,000 views. Please, crash the servers and help us reach that point in the next 30 or so hours!

I know I haven't been posting all that much this month; my alter ego has been working on a novel for Nanowrimo. He's about 60% done, and when he finishes, he'll give me back the content control for our creative energies, and I'll post more stuff here. In the meantime, please bear with the lull. And enjoy days like today, where inspiration comes on hot and heavy.

I have had a wonderful experience lately. Someone I wrote a story for offered to write one for me. It has so far been a fantastic thing. So good that I wanted to write her another tale. Which is where that inspiration for today comes from.

The Costume Party

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

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

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

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

The Terminatrix (part 3)

Okay, this time I'm going to commit to it: this is the last section. I really like where it leaves off, and I really like the story as it ended up coming together.

Unfortunately, I like it so much that it's making me reconsider my hatred of fan fiction. Does this mean I'll write more? I don't know. I know that this story touched me more than normal. I hope it touches you, and more than just with a desire to touch yourself. I hope it seems like a good ending.

By the way, I won't translate the binary for you, but I will tell you this: it DOES say something.

Enjoy.

The Terminatrix 3

Vanilla is better with chocolate sprinkles

I thought this story would end up kind of short. It didn't seem like I'd have all that much to do here. But I was wrong. Wow, was I wrong.

This is a great request. Fun, interesting to write. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

When the Vanilla get a real taste of Chocolate