Writing Journal: Still hacking on The Adjusters #34. Nothing special to report. It looks like Book III will be about six installments.
Interesting article by Miss Maggie Mayhem, complete with an intriguing approach to understanding role play (including violent role play) in porn, and I will venture, smut of the kind that I write. (Via ErosBlog)
Not recent, but still fascinating to me: a map to fetishes.
Also not particularly recent, but a nice article about what we mean by rape culture, in the context of the Hitman Absolution video game trailer.
Two new English scanlations from The Groovy Age of Horror of Italian fumetti: Dimensione Zero (Dimension Zero) and Il Campione Nero (The Black Champion). Sick, sick, sick, the way we love them!
Not a fumetti, but might as well—two pages from a story where nazis behave the way we expect them to.
I'm a huge fan of the webcomics Oglaf. This one made me spill my drink (pun almost intended).
The story I'll leave you with today is in the same vein as the one from last Wednesday, so much so that I tend to conflate them in my head—which makes it hard to find them when I look for them. The story is Jack and Jake, by Rhett Dreams: “Jack and Jake are twin teenage brothers that are as horny as hell. This story starts when they catch their sister doing something that could really get her in trouble and blackmail her into having sex with them. The story doesn't stop there, they end up bringing friends and family into their sexual adventures.” A fun happy story with lots of excellent scenes, and the sex is exactly the way I like it when the mood is right: hot, with just the right twist of kink and domination.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
A Random Happy Story
Writing Journal: Started The Adjusters #34. Book III still feels a bit disconnected. It'll be interesting to see how it comes out.
I'm late about this, but my thoughts go out to the victims of last Friday's Aurora shooting and their friends and families. A sad, sad event.
Thus, I'll leave you with comparatively happy smut, an old unfinished story by an unknown author (at least, I do not know of the author), with a title that's equally unknown but might just be the somewhat unhelpful Heating Ventilation AC Inc. No official description, but it's the adventures of the Hughes family—Jack Hughes, dominant and sexually demanding, his wife Susan, accommodating and with a libido to rival his, and their children, beautiful daughter Tessa and young son Jimmy. Lots of sex, lots of hot sex, with some pretty incredible scenes that don't push the envelope but still grab you by the throat and shake you up good. Warning: not only is there incest, but there's some playfulness with the age of the folks involved—so keep that in mind. On the other hand, it's written so that everything is fun and happy and enjoyable. So there.
It's in two parts: Part 1 and Part 2.
I'm late about this, but my thoughts go out to the victims of last Friday's Aurora shooting and their friends and families. A sad, sad event.
Thus, I'll leave you with comparatively happy smut, an old unfinished story by an unknown author (at least, I do not know of the author), with a title that's equally unknown but might just be the somewhat unhelpful Heating Ventilation AC Inc. No official description, but it's the adventures of the Hughes family—Jack Hughes, dominant and sexually demanding, his wife Susan, accommodating and with a libido to rival his, and their children, beautiful daughter Tessa and young son Jimmy. Lots of sex, lots of hot sex, with some pretty incredible scenes that don't push the envelope but still grab you by the throat and shake you up good. Warning: not only is there incest, but there's some playfulness with the age of the folks involved—so keep that in mind. On the other hand, it's written so that everything is fun and happy and enjoyable. So there.
It's in two parts: Part 1 and Part 2.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Two Dark Submission Stories
Writing Journal: Plowing through slowly on The Adjusters #33, fighting off my tendency to head deep into the dark forest of Expositoria. I'm also starting an editing pass at the whole of Book II for submission to the EMCSA. For that, I'm thinking of cutting up the installments into smaller chunks. I'm not terribly sure how that's going to go.
Sorry for the silence, folks. Life has quieted down somewhat since the end of June, but a consequence of going a hundred and fifty percent for a few months is that when the pressure lets up, my energy and my spirit both tank. The usual anticlimax reaction.
Which is reflected in the smut I've been reading. I've been hanging out on BDSM Library, reading dark submission fantasies. Here's a sample of what caught my eyes, in case you find yourself in a similar mood.
First, C.U.F.F.S. by DJ: “A story about a young couple's journey intending on pushing their sexual excitement to the limits they thought each other wanted but an unexpected detour took them down an ever deepening fall into humiliation, depravation, pain and finally total forced slavery.” I was looking for a long story, and found it in this one. The writing is somewhat sprawling, and it suffers from the unfortunately typical BDSM-library typographical mishaps (apostrophes and quotes coming out as unrecognized characters, etc), but the scenes of deep dark submissions are quite hot. Basically, it's about a couple that gets in way over their head with a dominant master. And there's a secondary character that turns to blackmail as well, so it's a double-whammy if you're into that sort of thing.
Second, Taxing Times by Ededas: “Elaine Salvage is a 27 year old graduate tax officer. She is beautiful, highly intelligent and destined for the top. Until she makes the mistake of angering Keith Fields, a multi-millionare business man with a sex and vice empire and some sadistic ideas on having fun.” Dark, forced submission, with some amount of physical torture. You know, the works. The characters are interesting in this one—not the two in the description, but the two in charge of training poor Elaine.
Sorry for the silence, folks. Life has quieted down somewhat since the end of June, but a consequence of going a hundred and fifty percent for a few months is that when the pressure lets up, my energy and my spirit both tank. The usual anticlimax reaction.
Which is reflected in the smut I've been reading. I've been hanging out on BDSM Library, reading dark submission fantasies. Here's a sample of what caught my eyes, in case you find yourself in a similar mood.
First, C.U.F.F.S. by DJ: “A story about a young couple's journey intending on pushing their sexual excitement to the limits they thought each other wanted but an unexpected detour took them down an ever deepening fall into humiliation, depravation, pain and finally total forced slavery.” I was looking for a long story, and found it in this one. The writing is somewhat sprawling, and it suffers from the unfortunately typical BDSM-library typographical mishaps (apostrophes and quotes coming out as unrecognized characters, etc), but the scenes of deep dark submissions are quite hot. Basically, it's about a couple that gets in way over their head with a dominant master. And there's a secondary character that turns to blackmail as well, so it's a double-whammy if you're into that sort of thing.
Second, Taxing Times by Ededas: “Elaine Salvage is a 27 year old graduate tax officer. She is beautiful, highly intelligent and destined for the top. Until she makes the mistake of angering Keith Fields, a multi-millionare business man with a sex and vice empire and some sadistic ideas on having fun.” Dark, forced submission, with some amount of physical torture. You know, the works. The characters are interesting in this one—not the two in the description, but the two in charge of training poor Elaine.
Monday, July 2, 2012
New Story: The Adjusters #30
After a small flu-induced delay, here is July's installment of The Adjusters, “Aftermath”, wherein the consequences of the events at the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity house are examined.
As usual, comments welcome.
I'll also remind you that we have a Speculation Thread available for discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)
The Adjusters #30 - Aftermath
"This morning, North Alexandria Interim Police Chief Flaherty gave a press conference detailing the results of their investigation of the explosion and fire that destroyed the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity house on Fraternity Row."
Daniel looked up towards the television hanging high on the ceiling of the university dining hall, the same hall where he and Jenn and Serena and Radhu had shared many a meal, a lifetime ago. Was it masochism, or a return to a safe environment? He wanted to feel the presence of people around him, but at the same time was repelled by the thought of interacting with anyone. He sat alone at his table, a sandwich half eaten in front of him. The lunch crowd had thinned noticeably.
Jenn. Serena. Radhu. Gone, all of them. The Three Musketeers they were no longer. Serena had been caught in the fire at the frat house. Radhu had been found dead in his apartment--Daniel still could not believe it--heart attack, he had been told, and no evidence of foul play. And then Cindy. Her body had been identified in the burnt-out husk of his apartment, one more victim of the several fires that had ravaged the city.
Continue reading...
As usual, comments welcome.
I'll also remind you that we have a Speculation Thread available for discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)
The Adjusters #30 - Aftermath
"This morning, North Alexandria Interim Police Chief Flaherty gave a press conference detailing the results of their investigation of the explosion and fire that destroyed the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity house on Fraternity Row."
Daniel looked up towards the television hanging high on the ceiling of the university dining hall, the same hall where he and Jenn and Serena and Radhu had shared many a meal, a lifetime ago. Was it masochism, or a return to a safe environment? He wanted to feel the presence of people around him, but at the same time was repelled by the thought of interacting with anyone. He sat alone at his table, a sandwich half eaten in front of him. The lunch crowd had thinned noticeably.
Jenn. Serena. Radhu. Gone, all of them. The Three Musketeers they were no longer. Serena had been caught in the fire at the frat house. Radhu had been found dead in his apartment--Daniel still could not believe it--heart attack, he had been told, and no evidence of foul play. And then Cindy. Her body had been identified in the burnt-out husk of his apartment, one more victim of the several fires that had ravaged the city.
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