
On DisplayI had a fantasy for some time about a future where sex workers are seen as a valuable part of society. They'd decide on doing sex work as a valid career option, perhaps suggested to them by the school careers advisor. They'd get extensive training and would end up an empowered and assertive bunch, who could work when and how they liked to educate the ignorant masses. I started various tales about the trainees undergoing their training, making bonds with each other and going through much self-discovery. I liked writing about them choosing their sex toys and equipment, which would be paid for by the government - it would be like going into Ann Summers with somebody else's credit card. Kira and her unnamed 'assistant' are both already qualified when we meet them, and they've been in the business some time. What isn't mentioned in the story, but is in my own head, is that both Kira and Natasha are Black women. I briefly considered rewriting to make their skin colour apparent, but then I thought 'Nah, I'll leave my story how it is and just mention it here'.
SaskiaI like the idea of 2 people who know each other well as lovers relating to each other sexually in a completely different way, and the discoveries about themselves and each other that will arise. Those of us who role-play will be familiar with the concept. I had the character of Hugo in my head for a while before he landed in this story as Saskia's partner - a visually attractive man who is narrow-minded in his outlook but who finds himself doing something fairly sexually outrageous. I take the piss out of him in the story, but he's more important and central to me than it looks. Whether he carries on cross dressing and submitting to Saskia afterwards, or whether he tries to put the whole incident behind him, I'll leave to your imagination.
LearningLearning is written in the context of polyamory (see Sophia's lurking place for definition/explanation). The central character is visited at night by her lover's two other lovers, who wish to check her out for themselves. This isn't a comfortable polyamory situation however; the protagonist's metamours (her partner's other partners) feed on their discomfort with the relationship set up to psyche themselves up to be sadomasochistically 'cruel'. Writing this had a lot of meaning for me at the time and when I was asked to read it out in a writing workshop the feelings were all still there. If you read Lila, you'll notice there's a shared theme of someone being woken in the middle of the night, being vulnerable and unprepared but having to play. Like blasphemy, sibling incest and tube journeys, this one keeps cropping up in my head as a good thing to write/fantasise about.
Master My MessiahI had a vision of a re-enactment of the crucifixion, carried out by a group of people who all had a fetish about it. They aren't really Christians, but they use the symbolism. Other bits of the story were written to accommodate the final scene, where they've hauled this poor guy up on a cross. It made sense for the central character to be male so I didn't feel I could write him in the first person. I have no experience of what having a male body is like, how it reacts, how an orgasm feels, even of how it feels to be male and be attracted to someone, to be scared, to be turned on. I wrote him in the second person and guessed as best I could. Perhaps any men reading the story can tell me how accurate I made him.
LilaLila was written a very long time ago; I think it's the earliest of any stories I've put on this site. It appeared in Fetish Times, illustrated with a cartoon depicting a buxom blonde bimbo. When I saw it I had a word with the cartoonist, a mate of mine. Lila isn't conventionally beautiful. She's a harassed mum/young gran in a tracksuit at the supermarket trying to fit the weekly shop in on the way home from work. She went to a beautician once in 1983 and came out twenty quid poorer and feeling like she'd been taken for a ride. She's all the older women I've fancied and she's a specific older woman. The cartoonist illustrated various other things for me after that time, all of them just how I'd like.
More Sleazy Subway SexTravelling on the tube is really boring. I do it a lot and if I don't have something to read or do or someone to talk to I start fidgeting in my seat. Imagining fellow travellers getting it on with each other is an amusing variation on imagining them all naked, and it keeps me from reading people's newspapers and novels over their shoulder, which is rude. A few times if I've had paper and pen on me then I've made notes about what I was imagining people doing. This is why the story is called MORE Sleazy Subway Sex - there are lots of Sleazy Subway Sex stories before it and after it. This one is pretty much typical and when you've read one you've read them all.
PricelessStuck for a title for my 'Piercing Story', I pulled a word out of the air from a conversation that was going on nearby. The phrase was 'Getting caught on camera wetting your knickers - Priceless'. I though it fitted because Priceless deals with an intense, not exactly sexual SM scenario involving two dominant women and two submissive women, one of whom has to draw on much strength of character to get herself through the scene. She worries about how well she's coping in comparison to the other submissive, who has a more cheeky and defiant approach. The dominant women know her well, and tailor the scene according to what they think she will be able to just about cope with. I wanted to explore her mental processes during the scene in a bit more depth than I have done in many of the other stories, to a point where they might be recognised by those who had gone through the same. Alternatively, it's a kinky story about girl on girl action with girls sticking needles in each other.
Rough Boy ThingThis story was a love letter, written and posted to its recipient in instalments. When my feelings are involved to this extent, as is also the case in Learning, the story reads a bit like poetry, because when I write I'm trying to take care over how each individual group of words sounds and how they flow together, rather than just going 'ok, what could happen next?'. The story has two women and a man having a threesome. The important relationship is between the women, and the man's presence and involvement is an extra erotic charge, which helps bring the women closer together. I wanted the women to objectify him, to focus on what he looked like and on the sensual experience of his body. He's impeccably behaved, does exactly what he's told and is grateful. When he's gone they won't remember his name properly but it doesn't matter because he served his purpose.
Fuck You UpWhen I was starting out in my hobby of being a sadomasochist I had this fun discovery about some men. They like you to dress them up and abuse them. Whether their own reasons for wanting this are deeply psychologically complex or a simple 'I like it because I like it', the experience for me of being able to do that stuff to them within a scene was like being handed satisfaction and fun on a silver plate. The guy in the story is prime cross-dressing fodder. He's not an arsehole like Hugo (see Saskia); he's pretty and sensitive, although perhaps I should apologise to cross dressing men worldwide for the fact that apart from that he doesn't have much of a personality. The woman who is dominating him is enjoying it every step of the way, pausing to observe how beautiful he is and paying attention to his reaction to what she's doing.
I Give You The DivineI Give You the Divine came together from a few, separate, smaller stories. The description of the angel, Laia, comes from a story I wrote in the SMBi Chainletter some time in the 1990's. Luke was a character I had appearing in various stories, each time being a virgin or someone of very limited sexual experience until an overwhelming encounter with someone experienced and bad (I mean bad in a good way). I'm aware that Luke in real life would most likely be a great disappointment. He's cute but he wouldn't have a clue what he was doing. Him being a virgin works well in a fantasy however.
Pick 'n' Mix KidnapsEach of these sequences was a dream I had at some time. Very few additional details have been added, so they're written more or less as I might have told you straight from my head after I'd woken up. The Starsky and Hutch suggestion was because I dreamed about being kidnapped by them when I was very young. I'm aware that dates me a bit.
JenniThis was a deliberate attempt to write an SM story without any edge to it and where everyone is happy and fluffy. Maybe some of my previous efforts had led folk to believe that I was actually into ritual slaughter (as in 'Three Voices', which I'll have to slap copious disclaimers and warnings on if I put it on this site) and pushing people off cliffs (as in 'Lila'). If anything, I think I may have over-succeeded slightly.
The title 'Jenni' was chosen by the woman who was my inspiration for the sub girl character. The exact layout of the club is clear in my head, but presumably doesn't exist anywhere else.
Be My BabyI like writing about scenes where I know the particular perve kick is out there, but I don't know anyone who actually does it. This was the case for a while with 'Be My Baby', until I met a woman who had 'mummy and daddy' in addition to her regular parents. Infantilism has historically given me more of a squick than a thrill, but I wanted to see if by writing about it I could work out my issues with it and write something that was a turn on. It could be seen as a bit of a cop out that any actual sex begins after the sub in the story is ordered to stand up and behave as an adult again - but I tried to imagine how such a scene would be workable.
ButchThe pre-war flats mentioned in the story, where I lived for an uncomfortable while, and the person on whom the character of Shane is based were primary inspirations for this story. The fact that the two characters having the illicit relationship are doing animal play is quite secondary. I imagined they'd be from vastly different social backgrounds, she having a higher status than he. If I was to write it again I think it might be more fun if she was the dog, though. |
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