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

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

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

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

Hope springs eternal

That title is very funny. You'll understand why soon.

It's also the first request I've had in a very long time. This one is for a special and wonderful woman, who probably knows who she is, but I'm certain has no idea just how amazing she is. (She may think she does... but she's way more amazing than that).

Anyway, here's to four days in a row. Let's raise a toast. (That's funny too. You'll see).

Hope Springs Eternal

Confessions of a Bootlicker (6)

That's three in a row. Good start.
It seems that I'm focused on some very specific things recently. Fantasies that both arouse and disgust me. Things I like, but that I don't think I'd ever want to do. Interesting.

Confessions of a Bootlicker: the vampire files

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

Confessions of a Bootlicker (4)

I don't know why writing this turned me on as much as it did. But wow. I haven't enjoyed writing a story this much in a LONG time.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

Sobaka

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

Public Humiliation

Is it funny when an American tries to use British slang? I imagine it is. I try to tailor my stories as best I can, and that means using slang from other countries sometimes. I hope I'm not making a total ass of myself as I do it.

Speaking of making a total ass of myself... today's story is about humiliation. Fun humiliation that can be done in a public setting. In fact, that's exactly what's going on.

Andrew's Lunch with Her

Earning your wings

This is NOT a pilot story, or a story about an angel. It's a different kind of wings. ;)

Today's entry is a bit short, but I've had a long day, so I hope you'll forgive the brevity. I wasn't entirely sure how to start this story, so I went with second person. It's weird how easily those come to me.

Earning Your Wings

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)

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

May old Acquaintants be forgot.

 I was given a request for a cuckolding story. One with some role reversal, maybe the boss being the center of a gang bang, or at least being used by a group of people. With lots of toilet play. (so be prepared for that).

So I thought it would be nice to have a party at New Years, one with... interesting activities.

I think the title is funny. But that might just be me. You'll see why.

Enjoy.

Using the Bathroom

Professor Wolf

This may not have gotten as taboo as it could have, but maybe that's going to happen in the next installment. For now, we just have the start of something, hopefully something you'll enjoy.
Start of the Semester

A Fetish Carol

Sometimes, I can't sleep. Usually it's just discomfort and every day insomnia. But tonight, it was a story. A story that had to be told. Maybe it's the time of year, maybe it's just the way this blog has been developing. Maybe it's just me. But I wanted to share it with you, in the hopes that you'll like it, that maybe, just maybe, the message will resonate with you the way it does with me.

I'm pretty sure this is the longest erotica I've ever written. And I know I could expand on it. But I'm getting tired, so I had to wrap it up.

Enjoy.

A Fetish Carol

The poorest of the wealthy

I feel like this one is requested by the entirety of the bdsm community.
It's about financial domination. Personally, when I see that phrase, I translate it as "scam." But I've been told that it CAN be real. That it CAN work, and CAN be a legitimate form of power exchange, not just someone trying to steal money from someone.
So I tried to think how to tell a story about financial domination in a pretty extreme way, but consensual and realistic.
I hope you like it. Please comment and let me know, especially if you are a fan of financial domination.

Loving in Poverty

Boot Camp: New Recruit

 Here we have another military story. For another person. I wonder if I have a following of military people... or if I will soon.

Hope you enjoy this. Please comment! (especially if you ever want to see part 2)

 

Boot camp (1): New Recruit

A torture of colors (part one?)

Another request. This one can I suppose be seen as a continuation from the Ballet Boots story. At least, it seems like the same Mistress.

A Torture of Colors

Three Fetishes to a T

Here we have, once again, an examination of fetish based on the alphabet. Today, we're looking at stuff that starts with T: Tattoos, trampling, and toilet.

So, a fantasy of three Ts.