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

Table Cloth

Today's story is for a new friend of mine. I went through her profile, and this idea just kind of jumped out at me. I don't know how well I pulled it off... but I know that writing it made me pretty flushed, so I can only hope it does the same for her.

And for you.

Table Cloth

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

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

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

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

Pills and Pleasantries

Before I talk about today's tale... I've been advised/ordered to take a day off. Completely off, with nothing productive. I've decided to do that on Sunday. So that means that Sunday, there will be no post. No update of any kind. I will try to keep going every day until then, but Sunday, March 17th, there will be nothing posted here. So you'll have to take care of yourself. Or maybe give your hand a rest ;).

Now, for today.... I was initially uncomfortable about the request. It sounds too much like it isn't consensual. But the request was very specific about it being legitimately consenting, so I thought of how I would do it. I know I've written this style before, the prep and planning, the warning and considering, the making sure that it's really what someone wants. But that, to me, lets me get deeper into the characters themselves. So I hope you like it.

It also, by the way, gave me a great idea for a way for two switches to handle things. But I'll let you figure that out (or request it).

Tale of the Cocktail

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

Ask Boot: Insane, Unsafe, but still consensual

Hey Boot, I've got a question. How come people fantasize about things that aren't really possible? Things they can't really do, things they may not even really want to do. Why do people like that?

I'm glad you asked.

Some people only fantasize about things they can do. Their fantasies are like plans. Try this, think about that. Try it on for size, and then try it for real. "I don't have fantasies, I make phone calls" might be the order of the day for them. And that's great.

Making Daddy Happy

Guilt is a funny thing. Sometimes, we feel guilty for something we want, or something we do. Sometimes we feel guilty because we don't feel guilty. Something that we think SHOULD bother us doesn't, and that makes us feel guilty. It's like guilt by associate.

It does at least help us be certain that we're not sociopaths. A sociopath won't feel guilty about anything, including not feeling guilty. So you can at least remember that. Don't worry about not feeling guilty; if you feel guilty for not feeling guilty, then you don't need to be guilty about it.

Okay, maybe I'm still taking too many pain pills.

Oh, and by the way, book three should be out soon (by which I mean within the next day or two, tops). And my incentive still stands.

Taking Daddy's Guilt

Immortal Masochism

This story developed very differently than I expected. Initially, I was going to have the main character be a vampire, then a vampire hunter, then a normal person. Then the vamp would be the top, the human the bottom. Then they would both be vamps. Eventually, I settled on the vamp masochist and the human sadist. But I liked both perspectives. So what to do?

I did them both. I don't usually like switching narrators mid-story, but it was fun to experiment with this.

Today's story is not for the faint of heart. It involves torture to a level that goes way beyond safe and sane (but remains consensual). Hopefully, I didn't go too far. As I said to someone earlier, it's a fine line between "wow, that's hot" and "hey, didn't Eli Roth direct that?"

Hopefully, I stayed on the good side of the line.

Our Last Scene (1)

The Fox and the Hound

I don't have a fetish for Furries. Lucky for you, I don't have to. I just need YOU to. And today's requester was able to explain, at least in part, what the appeal was. It's like bestiality, but with consent. The animalistic, savage, brutal, and powerful combined with the human, the consensual, and the intelligent. Really, it's not bestiality. It's just about having sex with something that is different, something that isn't human. So it's like having an alien fetish. That I can understand.
As for how to write it... well, thankfully, I've got some set up for a sci-fi universe of sex. Just like Becoming a Monkey Girl or Finally a Girl Again, all it takes is a bit of nanotechnology, a bit of suspended disbelief, and voila.

The Fox and the Hound

Laundered

I was asked to write a story about someone going through the laundry. The fetish was for the torture, with the knowledge that it's not real, that it can't be real, and that it is potentially lethal.

Let me say that in different words: the following story is neither safe nor sane.

I figured the only way I could even get close to what was requested was if I set the story in another time period. So that's what I did.


Cleanliness is next to Godliness

Somnubulus three way

 This one is a bit of a departure for me. I wasn't sure I could handle the 'having sex with someone who is asleep' thing. Thankfully, the requester specified that she could be just pretending to be asleep.

And hence, we have a story.

Oh, and kudos if you can guess what movie is on in the background. (first one to guess it gets to rename the story)

Sleeping Booty

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

Kaylee's slave

 Warning: this one is a dark and taboo story.

Please enjoy.

Kaylee's Slave

The Phone and the DVD

I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this. Maybe it was just a desire to get another hypnosis story on the site. Maybe it was for someone else. I'm not sure. What I do know for sure is that the names were randomly determined, which meant the genders were random as well. The action... well, that wasn't random at all.

Hillary's Video

5 Fetishes by the letter G

What does that mean? It means I look at 5 things that start with G:
Gags, Gloves, Gas Masks, Glory Hole, and Gun Play.

It would not be hard to combine all of these: the Dom/me, wearing gloves that they use to guide the sub, uses a (fake) gun to 'force' the sub to work a glory hole, spending the rest of their time either in a gag or a gas mask.

But that's not important right now. Let me look at them from my own perspective, one by one: