The hot shower spray leaped onto Katie’s skin like an eager lover. She moaned as the cleansing water covered her body. After a long day of designing, testing and using the latest sex toy technology, the complimentary shower bay was the best part about working at the Von Madd laboratories.
At first it had been a little difficult to get used to the open shower bay. There were no stalls which meant there was no room for modesty. At the end of every work day, Katie showered next to her fellow coworkers. Every day she saw them remove their white lab coats, take off their glasses and shed their apparel to share soap and water. Katie stood under the hot water trying not to think which of her coworkers is checking her body out today. As for herself, she was sneaking glances at Jenny Grove, a graduate from Califorina Tech. Jenny had the tightest ass Katie had ever seen and sometimes she just liked to watch the soap bubbles collect at the crack of Jenny’s ass.
At least the shower bay wasn’t co-ed, which honestly surprised Katie a bit. Oh well. Maybe even her boss, Otto Von Madd, realized that to get really clean and relax, you needed one place where sex wasn’t expected. As Katie lathered up, her thoughts drifted to which of the staff she wouldn’t mind dropping some soap in front of.
Katie had just covered her heavy breasts in thick soap when she noticed once again the purple tile in the shower wall. As she reached under one of her breasts to soap it up, she noticed that the purple tile was a little translucent. Was there a light behind it?
“Hey Jenny,” Katie said. “Do you know if there is a light in the wall?”
Jenny had a smooth fit leg balanced on the temperature control. “Oh, that’s probably the camera light.”
Katie froze in mid breast wash. “What?”
“Oh yeah,” Jenny said. “Didn’t you know? All of the showers have cameras installed. There is a live feed that goes somewhere and gets processed. The animatronics department uses the footage to watch human movement, the pornography department uses it for raw material, somewhere in Russia we are a pay-per-view channel, and I heard a rumor that some military bases in Iraq have a constant live feed as some sort of USO project.”
“Holy shit,” Katie said. Under the warm pulses of the shower head, Katie felt very naked. “And these are on every time we shower?”
Jenny giggled and applied soap to her out stretched leg very slowly. “I swear Katie, you should really read the conditions of your contract.”
Katie had this urge to run back to the locker room but something stopped her. “Do you think Dr. Von Madd watches these cameras?”
Jenny smiled. “Wouldn’t you?”
Katie thought about it. After a good ten seconds, Katie very slowly, and very meticulously, gave her pussy a very thorough cleaning.
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Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
And the Sign Said
My favorite part about the actual trip to Orlando was the billboards. No, not the ones promising Pecans and Disney tickets at the next exit. The ones I liked were the dirty ones. The ones that promised adult novelties, leather goods, DVD's and my personal favorite, free showers.
At the left is the sign for the Love Shack. I loved how their signs popped with color. Imagine my surprise when we got to the Love Stuff and we found a grungy brown building with missing letters. I would have taken a picture but there were three people outside smoking, and I have found people outside an adult business get nervous when you take pictures. I snapped a picture of the sign over the building instead. Sadly, the Love Stuff is going out of business.
I went through all 700 of my pictures and couldn't find a single one for the most common sign I saw, the ones that promise that their staff "Bare it All". Almost every adult business promises this, and it got me wondering if it is some sort of joke. Like they have a bear out front in a bikini. What fascinated me most about these signs is that they also promised "great food".
That promise of "Great Food" is what really gets me. Naked girls? That's cool. Adult leather clothes? Okay. Great food? Whoa, hold up now. Do you really want me to expect that? I mean, you can deliver on a naked girl. She might be uglier than Orlando humidty but naked is naked. Once you start promising great food though, I want to break out my notepad and my snobby attitude like Anton Ego from Ratatouille. I had to have this great food. I wanted to critique the 'cuisine' while naked girls danced to Poison. I wanted to look down on my plate and demand to see the chef. I also wanted to be waited on by a girl who bares all.
Sadly, my fellow coworkers on the trip thought I was crazy and refused to stop. I might have to field an expedition back down to Orlando to sample the cuisine. Anyone willing to fund this important research?
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Whorish Wish
Be my personal whore,
paid for with affection and care.
Let me debase you,
Let me shame you,
Let me hurt you,
Let me ravish,
Let me fuck,
Let me use,
Let me,
my personal whore.
paid for with affection and care.
Let me debase you,
Let me shame you,
Let me hurt you,
Let me ravish,
Let me fuck,
Let me use,
Let me,
my personal whore.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Kidnap Attempt Unsuccessful
Last Friday I was pulled away at the last moment to a work trip to Orlando. This picture was taken when I entered Florida around 10pm. I just got back last night after four days of lovebugs, humidity and Disney vendors operating out of fast food restaurants. My brain is very wacky right now. I came up with an idea for two more blogs because such insane ideas are what passes for normal thinking in Florida.
This was my first trip to Orlando and I knew there were theme parks there, but I was not prepared for how every single business in Orlando designated themselves as a Disney Parasite. While eating inside McDonalds, an employee tried to hard-sell us Disney tickets because as you know, people who come to Orlando don't bother to make any plans, they just figure they will pick those tickets up with their egg mcmuffin. Drug stores, gas stations and our hotel were constantly offering us ticket packages. I bet if we asked the streetwalker we saw, she would have offered us Disney tickets to go with her blowjob.
There was also something surreal about being in Orlando and being too busy with work to go to any of the parks. It was a lot like going to a strip club: You're looking at hot bodies all night long but you can't do anything with them. I did manage to go play some miniature golf at a pirate theme course around ten at night. I'll have to see how those pictures turn out.
Erotica, sexy thoughts and more pictures later this week.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Dr. Otto Von Madd Says:
"Do your part to stop global warming, eat more pussy!"1
1 The science is complicated on this but trust me, it works. Perform more cunnilingus today.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Fiction: Lucky John and the Ladies of Port Royale
Lucky John loved Port Royale like a Spaniard loved thumbscrews. It was a very bad town for very bad men. It was a pirate town, from it's blood soaked streets up to it's four story high brothels. After a long voyage of pillage and plunder, there was no better place to spend your ill-gotten gains.
Unfortunately for Lucky John, that was yesterday. He and the rest of the crew had blown their money on beer, pussy and tobacco. Normally they would ship out when the money ran out but Captain Three-Legs was still fucking through his share of the treasure and wouldn't be done till the morning. That meant sorry poor crewmen like Lucky John had to kill time dead broke in a city of sin. That didn't bother Lucky John much. It gave him time to practice his charm.
He passed a washwoman struggling with her load of laundary.
"Excuse me Miss," Lucky John said. "Would you mind cleaning my drawers too, after you wash my cock with your mouth?"
Her arms were full but her legs were stout and healthy. She almost kicked him in the valuables but Lucky John twisted enough so that her powerful leg only bruised the shit out of his thigh.
"Right, fair enough," Lucky John stummled along.
He came across a wench with an ass so perfectly fit, The Dutch would have insured it.
"Excuse me, Miss," Lucky John said. "I just wanted to say that your arse is a pretty treasure and I wouldn't mind burying some of my own treasure in it."
The woman's ass was fine but her hands were finer. She unleashed a broadside on his cheek with the flat of her hand. Lucky John spun around from the force of the blow like a compass on Halloween.
"Right, fair enough," Lucky John said through the non stingy part of his mouth.
Battered and stumbling, Lucky John found himself outside the Shaky Plank. Coming out of the bar was the bustiest woman he had ever seen. She had tits the size of barrels and they barely stayed within her bodice.
"Excuse me Miss," Lucky John said. "If I had your twin moons to guide me, my ship would never be lost at sea."
The busty wench blinked. Lucky John leaned a little to the right so she would kick his good leg. He also closed his mouth so he wouldn't bit his tongue if she punched him.
"Thank you so much!" the top heavy lass said. "My husband said I was too fat and he ran off with some skinny bitch! What's your name?"
Lucky John slipped an arm around the busty wench and gave her tit a squeeze. "Truth be told, I am so hot and thirsty, I have forgotten my own name."
"Well let me buy you a drink," the wench said as grabbed his hip. "And you can talk about my moons some more."
Across the street sat two of Lucky John's crew mates. Young Stumpy and Bald Frank leaned against a wall, both very sober and very unhappy. They saw Lucky John come around the corner, walk up to a total stranger and slip his arm around the lass. They watched in amazement as Lucky John and the curvy wench go into a bar. Young Stumpy felt tears rise to his eye as he saw the wobbly shake of the woman's assets.
"God damn them all," Bald Frank wailed. "Lucky John always has it easy!"
Unfortunately for Lucky John, that was yesterday. He and the rest of the crew had blown their money on beer, pussy and tobacco. Normally they would ship out when the money ran out but Captain Three-Legs was still fucking through his share of the treasure and wouldn't be done till the morning. That meant sorry poor crewmen like Lucky John had to kill time dead broke in a city of sin. That didn't bother Lucky John much. It gave him time to practice his charm.
He passed a washwoman struggling with her load of laundary.
"Excuse me Miss," Lucky John said. "Would you mind cleaning my drawers too, after you wash my cock with your mouth?"
Her arms were full but her legs were stout and healthy. She almost kicked him in the valuables but Lucky John twisted enough so that her powerful leg only bruised the shit out of his thigh.
"Right, fair enough," Lucky John stummled along.
He came across a wench with an ass so perfectly fit, The Dutch would have insured it.
"Excuse me, Miss," Lucky John said. "I just wanted to say that your arse is a pretty treasure and I wouldn't mind burying some of my own treasure in it."
The woman's ass was fine but her hands were finer. She unleashed a broadside on his cheek with the flat of her hand. Lucky John spun around from the force of the blow like a compass on Halloween.
"Right, fair enough," Lucky John said through the non stingy part of his mouth.
Battered and stumbling, Lucky John found himself outside the Shaky Plank. Coming out of the bar was the bustiest woman he had ever seen. She had tits the size of barrels and they barely stayed within her bodice.
"Excuse me Miss," Lucky John said. "If I had your twin moons to guide me, my ship would never be lost at sea."
The busty wench blinked. Lucky John leaned a little to the right so she would kick his good leg. He also closed his mouth so he wouldn't bit his tongue if she punched him.
"Thank you so much!" the top heavy lass said. "My husband said I was too fat and he ran off with some skinny bitch! What's your name?"
Lucky John slipped an arm around the busty wench and gave her tit a squeeze. "Truth be told, I am so hot and thirsty, I have forgotten my own name."
"Well let me buy you a drink," the wench said as grabbed his hip. "And you can talk about my moons some more."
Across the street sat two of Lucky John's crew mates. Young Stumpy and Bald Frank leaned against a wall, both very sober and very unhappy. They saw Lucky John come around the corner, walk up to a total stranger and slip his arm around the lass. They watched in amazement as Lucky John and the curvy wench go into a bar. Young Stumpy felt tears rise to his eye as he saw the wobbly shake of the woman's assets.
"God damn them all," Bald Frank wailed. "Lucky John always has it easy!"
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Videogames I Would Play
My wife had a hard day at work so she did what every geek girl does, she drowned her sorrows with a bag of new videogames. She bought three RPG's, which for you non-nerds means she bought three games about guys with spikey hair who have to save the world while never sealing the deal with the love of their life.
"What no games for me?" I said.
"One of the games has an Art-deco look," my wife offers.
I sighed. "No, I mean a game for me like say, Librarian Beach VolleyBall Tournament."
She snorted. "That doesn't even make sense."
"Sure it does," I said. "Hot sexy librarians have returned from their summer break for a new school year. But first they must determine who gets to be head librarian by engaging in a kick ass beach volleyball tournament."
"Why would they play beach volleyball to determine who is the head librarian?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I said. "Beach Volleyball combines fitness, bikini fashion sense, an understanding of physics as well as lots of bouncing jiggling body parts."
She looked at me. "That sounds like fun actually."
"What no games for me?" I said.
"One of the games has an Art-deco look," my wife offers.
I sighed. "No, I mean a game for me like say, Librarian Beach VolleyBall Tournament."
She snorted. "That doesn't even make sense."
"Sure it does," I said. "Hot sexy librarians have returned from their summer break for a new school year. But first they must determine who gets to be head librarian by engaging in a kick ass beach volleyball tournament."
"Why would they play beach volleyball to determine who is the head librarian?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I said. "Beach Volleyball combines fitness, bikini fashion sense, an understanding of physics as well as lots of bouncing jiggling body parts."
She looked at me. "That sounds like fun actually."
Monday, September 17, 2007
Rich Larson Comission
Click on the picture for the full beautiful glory. Rich Larson drew this for me at Dragon*con and I was in a pretty giddy mood for the next four days. When it comes to commissioned art I prefer to be as minimal as possible with my request so the artist can do what they like with it. My requests sometimes come off like haiku.
Draw mad scientist
Building sexy robot girl
Add a goatee please.
I also bought just about everything he had for sale at his desk and spent a pleasant few minutes embarrassing him with my praise.
It is not quite how I envision Otto, but that's good. It gets me into the Otto headspace. I really like the sweet expression on the fembot. It makes me want to see if I can recreate that in a story.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Every Fucking Day
A traumatic event happened at Dragon*con. I saw the most beautiful woman dressed as one of my all time favorite costumes. I had seen her literally two floors away at another hotel and she was gone by the time I got to her floor. Two hours later, I ran into her again in one of the darkest places of the hotel. I excitedly asked her if I could take a picture and she consented. I snapped one picture, knew it was going turn out blurry, so I asked for a second. She agreed to that too, which let me tell you, at Dragon*con, that is a rarity.
My second picture didn't come out much better as you can see.
The thing I love about this costume is that this is a big woman, who is wearing a big outfit and that is why it works. I saw so many skinny girls dressing up as heroines, and they looked like teenagers in their parent's clothes. Sure, the spandex showed off their flat stomachs but they no curves. This lovely lady's dress was in proportion to her and it made all the difference. She looked like she was poured into that dress. You can't tell in this photo, but she had very pale skin that contrasted wonderfully with the sparkling red dress, just like the 'real' Jessica Rabbit.
What really depresses me about this photo is that I could have made it better. I could have used a flash because of how dark it was, I could have very politely asked to move to a better area, or maybe there is some setting on my camera that could have compensated for the weird dimness. I don't think there is a magic bullet cure for this kind of picture as much as I think if I had more experience, I would have been better equipped to deal with this situation. I was nervous, I was excited and I fucked up the one picture I wanted most of all.
It also bothers me that I didn't approach her and find out if she is local so that I could take more pictures of her. I keep swearing I'll get cards made but it is another one of those things I never get around to. I wonder if I need two sets of cards, one for being a pornographer, and one for being a photographer. Right now the two are pretty intertwined but man, for someone like this, I could learn to do portraits.
Ages ago when I was writing Thigh Vs Thigh, I had a weekly posting schedule. That meant every weekend, I had another Amy and Bethany story up. Man was that a grind. I wrote science fiction, a lot of action, some magical stories and a shit load of sex scenes. I don't remember why I forced myself to do such a schedule, but I noticed four months in that I could almost couch up a story with two minutes notice. I never realized that you could teach yourself creativity with repetition.
So, terribly annoyed with myself, I have started taking pictures every day. Every fucking day. Days that I don't write, I make myself get up for thirty minutes and take pictures. I don't leave the house without that camera any more. I've stopped limiting myself to pictures of people and now I take pictures of anything that strikes my fancy. No, I take pictures of anything I don't think I can get a picture of. I chased a butterfly yesterday trying to get one non-blurry shot of the fucker. My wife was blown away by my pictures but damn it, the fucker is moving in all of them.
So take my advice. If you love something, you have to do it. Whether it is writing, photography, or your spouse, you have to keep at it. It is just as relentless as working out. You have to get in those X minutes of day where you train your brain to turn on at a moment's notice.
Start now.
My second picture didn't come out much better as you can see.
The thing I love about this costume is that this is a big woman, who is wearing a big outfit and that is why it works. I saw so many skinny girls dressing up as heroines, and they looked like teenagers in their parent's clothes. Sure, the spandex showed off their flat stomachs but they no curves. This lovely lady's dress was in proportion to her and it made all the difference. She looked like she was poured into that dress. You can't tell in this photo, but she had very pale skin that contrasted wonderfully with the sparkling red dress, just like the 'real' Jessica Rabbit.
What really depresses me about this photo is that I could have made it better. I could have used a flash because of how dark it was, I could have very politely asked to move to a better area, or maybe there is some setting on my camera that could have compensated for the weird dimness. I don't think there is a magic bullet cure for this kind of picture as much as I think if I had more experience, I would have been better equipped to deal with this situation. I was nervous, I was excited and I fucked up the one picture I wanted most of all.
It also bothers me that I didn't approach her and find out if she is local so that I could take more pictures of her. I keep swearing I'll get cards made but it is another one of those things I never get around to. I wonder if I need two sets of cards, one for being a pornographer, and one for being a photographer. Right now the two are pretty intertwined but man, for someone like this, I could learn to do portraits.
Ages ago when I was writing Thigh Vs Thigh, I had a weekly posting schedule. That meant every weekend, I had another Amy and Bethany story up. Man was that a grind. I wrote science fiction, a lot of action, some magical stories and a shit load of sex scenes. I don't remember why I forced myself to do such a schedule, but I noticed four months in that I could almost couch up a story with two minutes notice. I never realized that you could teach yourself creativity with repetition.
So, terribly annoyed with myself, I have started taking pictures every day. Every fucking day. Days that I don't write, I make myself get up for thirty minutes and take pictures. I don't leave the house without that camera any more. I've stopped limiting myself to pictures of people and now I take pictures of anything that strikes my fancy. No, I take pictures of anything I don't think I can get a picture of. I chased a butterfly yesterday trying to get one non-blurry shot of the fucker. My wife was blown away by my pictures but damn it, the fucker is moving in all of them.
So take my advice. If you love something, you have to do it. Whether it is writing, photography, or your spouse, you have to keep at it. It is just as relentless as working out. You have to get in those X minutes of day where you train your brain to turn on at a moment's notice.
Start now.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Company
Keep me company
Crawl under my desk
Lay your head on my thigh
And tell me that you are there for me
By the gentle lick,
lick,
lick,
of my balls.
Crawl under my desk
Lay your head on my thigh
And tell me that you are there for me
By the gentle lick,
lick,
lick,
of my balls.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Inverse Drives
Lately I have pretty much lost all of my physical sex drive. I have so little interest in actual sex these days. Creative sex is a whole other matter. I am brimming with story energy and excited about my long Halloween story coming up. It's the actual sex that I have no interest in.
This was really apparent last Sunday when I met a really pretty domme with really cute hair. I found myself daydreaming about what it would take to get her back to my apartment so that I could take pictures of her. I daydreamed about where she could pose, what she would be wearing and what props she would be using. I thought about her necklace that disappeared into her cleavage and what angle I should use to take that picture.
Daydreaming about sex with her? Nothing.
It is nothing I am overly concerned with but it does make me wonder. I know I stopped looking for a BDSM relationship months ago but maybe now it has finally sank into my subconscious. Real relationships are hard, messy and anxiety inducing. I love the ideal of a sexual relationship but the reality of it fills me with dread.
Which I thought would hurt my writing but so far so good. Erotica is something I study, craft and improve on. There are far worse things to substitute sex for.
This was really apparent last Sunday when I met a really pretty domme with really cute hair. I found myself daydreaming about what it would take to get her back to my apartment so that I could take pictures of her. I daydreamed about where she could pose, what she would be wearing and what props she would be using. I thought about her necklace that disappeared into her cleavage and what angle I should use to take that picture.
Daydreaming about sex with her? Nothing.
It is nothing I am overly concerned with but it does make me wonder. I know I stopped looking for a BDSM relationship months ago but maybe now it has finally sank into my subconscious. Real relationships are hard, messy and anxiety inducing. I love the ideal of a sexual relationship but the reality of it fills me with dread.
Which I thought would hurt my writing but so far so good. Erotica is something I study, craft and improve on. There are far worse things to substitute sex for.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
First Fiction Contact
I'm three pages into my Halloween story and I am reminded of an old military saying: "No plan survives contact with the enemy." Well I am thinking that no story survives the first pages either.
When I put a story together in my head, I have a very plot oriented mindset. I picture like a movie when I am creating the story. When I sit down to write though, I have to funnel all of that into one voice, one narrative and most of the time, one point of view. It goes from movie to personal journal. That's okay because that is the kind of stories I like to read, but there is always this transition phase. It is one thing to plan terrible sexy things to have happen to a character, it's a whole other beast to sit down and interpret how the character will respond and receive these terrible sexy things.
When I put a story together in my head, I have a very plot oriented mindset. I picture like a movie when I am creating the story. When I sit down to write though, I have to funnel all of that into one voice, one narrative and most of the time, one point of view. It goes from movie to personal journal. That's okay because that is the kind of stories I like to read, but there is always this transition phase. It is one thing to plan terrible sexy things to have happen to a character, it's a whole other beast to sit down and interpret how the character will respond and receive these terrible sexy things.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
Pretty Girls and Writing Advice
Today's post is about writing. For those of you who could care less, I have added pretty pictures of girls I saw at Dragon*Con. Everybody wins!
Yesterday Mystique went to the head of the lab with this question-
"Just wondered if you ever had trouble finishing stories, even if the entire plot was already in your mind?"
The short anwser is, many times.
I'm not talking about the frustration of having a complete story in your head and just not finding the time to write. That is another discussion about discipline and time management. I think what Mystique is asking about is that less glamorous and sometimes embarrassing problem where you have the time and the plot but you just can't bring yourself to write it. That happens more times than I care to admit.
I have narrowed it down why this happens to a few reasons. The first culprit is pure writing excitement. I have dozens of friends who never get past the first page of their stories because for them, coming up with the idea is the exciting part. They have a great idea that when they tell it to you, you instantly know how the story will go. Unfortunately, I think they know how the story will go too and they have no interest sitting through the hours of writing it will take to lay out the story that they know the end to. It is a lot like watching a repeat of a mystery show you have watched. I think writers in this situation are bored with their own creations.
Which might not be a bad thing. If the writer lacks enthusiasm, how much can the reader be expected to have? When my own stories bore me, I start fiddling with the format. I change point of views, I challenge myself to have an unfamiliar voice or sometimes I just set a goal of describing all the sex scenes with a certain theme. Look at it this way, if you can't bring yourself to finish writing a story, then change the story to something you do want to write.
Keeping on the topic of enthusiasm, I would also like to point out that I am never working on more than two stories at a time. When I say working, I mean actively writing one, while speculating on what a second would look like. I really believe when it comes to stories that you can't write some and walk away and expect to come back with any success. When you start a story, you have a certain mood, a mindset and a perspective that inspired you to write. Walking away and starting three other stories takes you away from that original inspiration point.
I have literally finished stories that I didn't like just because I forbid myself from writing anything else till I finish what I was working on. In those cases, my enthusiasm for the next story is what helped me finish the one I was on.
Another thing I would like to mention is that I often see a problem where stories are just too long. Many of my friends want to write novels when their favorite part of any story is when the two characters first meet or first have sex. They write those chapters, and then agonize over filling out the rest of the novel. They want the back story. I think they need to stop writing what doesn't interest them. This is often an offensive suggestion to my friends because they are used to reading bloated 300 page romance novels that had two scenes in it that they really liked. Which is why I am happy writing about Otto Von Madd spanking an employee and they are unhappy with their ten unfinished stories.
Which brings us to sex scenes. It may surprise you but there are days when I just can't bring myself to write another sex scene. I've never counted, but I am willing to bet that I have written over a hundred blowjobs. Sometimes it is not a matter of writing a 101st blowjob as much as I have written so much build up, that I am not sure if the sex could possibly live up to the rest of the story. (I'm looking at you, BDSM Beach).
There are two answers for this. One, do you need a sex scene? I find that a lot of times the sex doesn't interest me nearly as much as the foreplay. Sometimes the foreplay is the story, especially in BDSM. Figure out where your story is and where the conflict is, and decide if that includes the actual sex. Feel free to drop the intercourse from your story if it ads nothing to the central plot.
The second remedy is far more primal. If you absolutely need a sex scene, and you can't bring yourself to write it, then you need to go back and respark your interest in the characters. Re-read your story, or re-write your story, and find the sex appeal in your characters again. In erotica, the writer has to be engaged on some level. You need to get into a state of creative arousal where damn it, you need that sex scene as badly as your readers do. If that means you need to go back and maybe add a few physical details to a character here or subtract an annoying quality there, than go for it. I'm not saying you need to write with one hand, but I think every sex scene should be written with a certain heavy breathing.
Let's review.
1. Be excited about your own story.
2. Stick with a story till it is done.
3. Write only the parts that interest you.
4. Only write sex that is necessary for the plot.
5. Be erotically invested in your characters.
6. Powergirl is always cute.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Holiday Story Tips
If you plan to write any stories concerning Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas or New Year, I have one very important piece of advice for you.
Holiday Writing Tip #1: Start now.
Yes I know it's August and that doesn't exactly inspire you to write about Santa or pumpkins, but you have to write that story now. Why? Because the holidays are a notorious bad time to get anything creative done. It is the one time of year where your job and your family demand that shit get done now so that your end of the year reports are done and Mom has her annual family photo session. You are going to be so busy, all you will have time for is enjoying someone else's holiday story.
Holiday Writing Tip #2: Keep it upbeat.
There is a tendency around the winter months to get thoughtful. That is good. What is not good is when you start tying in the winter into the dying of the soul of a sexually frustrated marriage. There are some really good depressing holiday stories out there but ones people remember, treasure and write you fan mail years later are the stories that lift people up during the holidays. In the end it is your choice to follow your muse, but I really believe that during a stressful holiday season, you will do more good for yourself and your readers with a happy story.
Holiday Writing Tip #3: Break out the Holiday magic.
People who will never pick up a Harry Potter book will instantly buy into the idea of angels earning their wings and hats that bring snowmen to life. I have a theory that the winter months make people want to believe in something because subconsciously they are afraid the sun will never come back, but the reason is not important to you. The important thing for you is to not shy away from doing something a little magical in your story. Magic is like Plot Lubricant, it makes things go easier and things happen now. Experiment with your own desires and see where it takes you.
The great part about magic is that there is no wrong way to do it. It Warlock Steve sends you an angry note saying that you completely screwed up how magic hats work, then you have a funny letter to share with your friends.
Holiday Writing Tip #4: Avoid Parodies.
I know. The easiest thing in the world to write is a dirty version of a classic. People will sing your praises and call you smart and sexy. They will also forget your story as soon as they read the next parody of the same thing you sexed up. Parodies are forgettable and common. Look at how often television programs do their version of 'A Christmas Carol' or 'It's a Wonderful Life'. Do you really want to take story advice from television shows?
Take the chance to make your own immortal holiday story with an original idea. You'll happier with yourself if you do.
Holiday Writing Tip #5: Write AFTER the Holiday
When all else fails, the best time to write a holiday theme story is right after the holiday in question. You have been bombarded with holiday theme stories, movies, television shows and advertisements, you might as well write about it with it fresh in your mind and save it for next year. At this point you know what you're sick of and more importantly, you know what you wish you had seen. I know it's weird to write a story you don't plan to post for a year but look at it this way, that story is done and next Christmas or Halloween you have time to actually do something.
Holiday Writing Tip #1: Start now.
Yes I know it's August and that doesn't exactly inspire you to write about Santa or pumpkins, but you have to write that story now. Why? Because the holidays are a notorious bad time to get anything creative done. It is the one time of year where your job and your family demand that shit get done now so that your end of the year reports are done and Mom has her annual family photo session. You are going to be so busy, all you will have time for is enjoying someone else's holiday story.
Holiday Writing Tip #2: Keep it upbeat.
There is a tendency around the winter months to get thoughtful. That is good. What is not good is when you start tying in the winter into the dying of the soul of a sexually frustrated marriage. There are some really good depressing holiday stories out there but ones people remember, treasure and write you fan mail years later are the stories that lift people up during the holidays. In the end it is your choice to follow your muse, but I really believe that during a stressful holiday season, you will do more good for yourself and your readers with a happy story.
Holiday Writing Tip #3: Break out the Holiday magic.
People who will never pick up a Harry Potter book will instantly buy into the idea of angels earning their wings and hats that bring snowmen to life. I have a theory that the winter months make people want to believe in something because subconsciously they are afraid the sun will never come back, but the reason is not important to you. The important thing for you is to not shy away from doing something a little magical in your story. Magic is like Plot Lubricant, it makes things go easier and things happen now. Experiment with your own desires and see where it takes you.
The great part about magic is that there is no wrong way to do it. It Warlock Steve sends you an angry note saying that you completely screwed up how magic hats work, then you have a funny letter to share with your friends.
Holiday Writing Tip #4: Avoid Parodies.
I know. The easiest thing in the world to write is a dirty version of a classic. People will sing your praises and call you smart and sexy. They will also forget your story as soon as they read the next parody of the same thing you sexed up. Parodies are forgettable and common. Look at how often television programs do their version of 'A Christmas Carol' or 'It's a Wonderful Life'. Do you really want to take story advice from television shows?
Take the chance to make your own immortal holiday story with an original idea. You'll happier with yourself if you do.
Holiday Writing Tip #5: Write AFTER the Holiday
When all else fails, the best time to write a holiday theme story is right after the holiday in question. You have been bombarded with holiday theme stories, movies, television shows and advertisements, you might as well write about it with it fresh in your mind and save it for next year. At this point you know what you're sick of and more importantly, you know what you wish you had seen. I know it's weird to write a story you don't plan to post for a year but look at it this way, that story is done and next Christmas or Halloween you have time to actually do something.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Dragon*Con and Fetish Fashion
I had a blast at Dragon*Con. It was just four lazy days of shopping, eating, and people watching.
I didn't take as many pictures as I thought I would because after a while, I realized I didn't like being a documentary photographer. Taking pictures of other people's devotion to looking exactly like someone else just seemed like an endless circle. I started taking pictures of people who created their own appearances based on something they liked. Even then it was less to record their efforts than it was to make notes about things that intrigued me so I could incorporate them into my writing.
Turns out that the most popular costume was Goth Hooker again. That was closely followed by Alice in Wonderland and one night I saw four adult Strawberry Shortcakes wearing the same store bought outfit. Aside from the costumes that were bought from lingerie shops, it is interesting to me how compared to other conventions, Dragon*Con has the most creative sexual costumes. Something more outright fetish like Frolicon is filled with endless corsets and black skirts as the costume of choice. I mean, Frolicon will never have a bunch of Space Chicks like I saw Sunday night.
It really makes me worry a little for the BDSM community. We are people outside the mainstream yet so much of what I see of BDSM is this quest to aspire to a common ideal. We wear black, we wear corsets, we wear leather and a shitload of boots. It is bizarre to me that there is so much conformity. We are a community that plays with power exchange and yet we shackle our choice of clothing to monochromatic leather.
Where as here at Dragon*Con, you might see a fetish costume that will molest your childhood. Take Snow White here.
Collar? Check. Short skirt for spanking? Check. Hint of stockings? Check? She has a full functioning fetish outfit that is bright, colorful and ties into a character that you might not have thought of in that manner. I loved this costume.
I have to say I was really inspired by all the steampunk stuff I saw. Although it had a lot of common elements like BDSM does, every piece is usually unique and handmade. Check this girl out.
Every steampunk person has goggles, but this girl made her own which makes it stand out. She wears the standard coat, but the colors are her choice. The purple shirt is a nice contrast as is the shiny belt. The boots are common, but not the athletic style she picked. It was really inspiring. I saw dozens of people dressed in her style but not a single person who looked just like her. I love that.
What else did I see that I like? Oh yes, pirates. Pirates are always cute. It is a scientific law of cuteness I believe.
I didn't take as many pictures as I thought I would because after a while, I realized I didn't like being a documentary photographer. Taking pictures of other people's devotion to looking exactly like someone else just seemed like an endless circle. I started taking pictures of people who created their own appearances based on something they liked. Even then it was less to record their efforts than it was to make notes about things that intrigued me so I could incorporate them into my writing.
Turns out that the most popular costume was Goth Hooker again. That was closely followed by Alice in Wonderland and one night I saw four adult Strawberry Shortcakes wearing the same store bought outfit. Aside from the costumes that were bought from lingerie shops, it is interesting to me how compared to other conventions, Dragon*Con has the most creative sexual costumes. Something more outright fetish like Frolicon is filled with endless corsets and black skirts as the costume of choice. I mean, Frolicon will never have a bunch of Space Chicks like I saw Sunday night.
It really makes me worry a little for the BDSM community. We are people outside the mainstream yet so much of what I see of BDSM is this quest to aspire to a common ideal. We wear black, we wear corsets, we wear leather and a shitload of boots. It is bizarre to me that there is so much conformity. We are a community that plays with power exchange and yet we shackle our choice of clothing to monochromatic leather.
Where as here at Dragon*Con, you might see a fetish costume that will molest your childhood. Take Snow White here.
Collar? Check. Short skirt for spanking? Check. Hint of stockings? Check? She has a full functioning fetish outfit that is bright, colorful and ties into a character that you might not have thought of in that manner. I loved this costume.
I have to say I was really inspired by all the steampunk stuff I saw. Although it had a lot of common elements like BDSM does, every piece is usually unique and handmade. Check this girl out.
Every steampunk person has goggles, but this girl made her own which makes it stand out. She wears the standard coat, but the colors are her choice. The purple shirt is a nice contrast as is the shiny belt. The boots are common, but not the athletic style she picked. It was really inspiring. I saw dozens of people dressed in her style but not a single person who looked just like her. I love that.
What else did I see that I like? Oh yes, pirates. Pirates are always cute. It is a scientific law of cuteness I believe.
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