Writing Journal: Midway through The Adjusters #39. It really wants to be longer than a single installment, and I'm loath to break it up. It'll need some serious work to chop it down to size. Thankfully, I overwrite like crazy, so it shouldn't be too difficult. Oh, and I think I got the title for Book IV: Running to Stand Still.
Sadly, I've found little on the EMCSA that has grabbed my attention lately. I'm not entirely sure why. It may just be a mood thing.
I had high hopes for Isn’t It Good, His Morning Wood, by Only A. Passenger: “At the beginning, Mark isn’t sure if he suffers or enjoys certain side-effects of the medical trial he’s taking part in. It doesn’t take long before he’s determined to enjoy them, very much—if he can figure out how to control it all, that is.” But I just can't get into it. The writing's a bit too... I don't know... odd for my taste right now. Don't get me wrong, it's well written. Maybe that's it—it's too well written. Very metaphorical, almost ethereal. Have a look and judge for yourself, as it may just be up your alley.
On the flip side, Rikimaru posted the last chapter of their story In Heat which I talked about before. A nice ending to a nice story.
Over on Literotica, we have a sweet short mind-control story, Compromised, by Ironiclaconic: “Save your marriage or your money back.” I really love the idea underlying this story, and it's a lot sweeter than what I usually point you to. Just to show you that I'm not all angst all the time.
There's also a new wife-sharing story I'm following, The Convention, by Feverman. No official description, but the author says, “The Convention is a hard-core, wife-watching novella that eventually involves corruption, attempted blackmail, betrayal, revenge and heaping helping of forbidden sex of various kinds.” I know, right? Who can resist that? To be fair, knowing the author, I doubt it's going to go that dark, but I've still got my hopes up. (The author also has another story with a similar theme, although with no threat of blackmail or corruption, The Week.)
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
A Smorgasbord of Stories
Writing Journal: Finished the first draft of The Adjusters #38. The last few scenes, which I had well in head, went rather quickly. Writing's amazing when it just flows out of you. When it doesn't, it's torture. Started on #39, which is looking like it's going to be fun, if headache-y.
Slowly coming out of a weeks-long flu, in which even thinking about what to have for dinner turned out to be difficult. (But I still managed to write a bit of smut every day. As I said above, it just flowed... Everything else, not so much.) This goes a long way to explain my scarcity from these parts...
Here's a random bunch of stories that I've read while bed-ridden, in no particular order. Bit of an MC bend to them, but not exclusively. Enjoy.
The Body Scanner, by Wouldnitbnice: “Walter Stiltson creates a next generation airport security Body Scanner that he discovers has a very powerful mind control capability.” This story is ongoing on the EMCSA, and it's interesting structurally, shifting between three overlapping points of view. And also rather hot.
Heels in Bed, by Russeltrust: “Nick comes home to surprise from his wife.” A short story without much of a plot, really, but the dialogue just gets to me.
Me and Mrs. Jones, by Stormbringer. No official description, but it's the story of an eighteen year boy learning about sex, Stormbringer-style. If you know the author, you know more or less what to expect. If you don't know the author, then you definitely should read it.
Twist, by Wwwalla: “Tommy discovers he is able to profoundly change the women around him.” A long story about a guy that learns that he can twist minds, and the tragicomical outcomes that follow. Incest in this one.
Making Scents, by Boratus: “Donald uses pheromones to make himself irresistible.” I thought I had given a pointer to this one already, but it doesn't look like it. Yet another story in the guy-discovers-a-scent-that-drives-women-crazy genre. Nice, long, involved, and with good character development. And of course, hot unbridled sex!
Slowly coming out of a weeks-long flu, in which even thinking about what to have for dinner turned out to be difficult. (But I still managed to write a bit of smut every day. As I said above, it just flowed... Everything else, not so much.) This goes a long way to explain my scarcity from these parts...
Here's a random bunch of stories that I've read while bed-ridden, in no particular order. Bit of an MC bend to them, but not exclusively. Enjoy.
The Body Scanner, by Wouldnitbnice: “Walter Stiltson creates a next generation airport security Body Scanner that he discovers has a very powerful mind control capability.” This story is ongoing on the EMCSA, and it's interesting structurally, shifting between three overlapping points of view. And also rather hot.
Heels in Bed, by Russeltrust: “Nick comes home to surprise from his wife.” A short story without much of a plot, really, but the dialogue just gets to me.
Me and Mrs. Jones, by Stormbringer. No official description, but it's the story of an eighteen year boy learning about sex, Stormbringer-style. If you know the author, you know more or less what to expect. If you don't know the author, then you definitely should read it.
Twist, by Wwwalla: “Tommy discovers he is able to profoundly change the women around him.” A long story about a guy that learns that he can twist minds, and the tragicomical outcomes that follow. Incest in this one.
Making Scents, by Boratus: “Donald uses pheromones to make himself irresistible.” I thought I had given a pointer to this one already, but it doesn't look like it. Yet another story in the guy-discovers-a-scent-that-drives-women-crazy genre. Nice, long, involved, and with good character development. And of course, hot unbridled sex!
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Two Long Fantasy Mind-Control Stories
Writing Journal: Hacking The Adjusters #38. I think I may have gone a bit overboard with the sex scene. It's almost an installment unto itself. Ah well. Now moving on to the first of the three announced debriefings.
Sick this week—a pretty bad flu going around my crowd. So restricted reading.
Although I was reminded of the existence of this nice little piece of fantasy smut, Legend of Mystania, by Thantos69: “Kevin discovers that he has magical powers and command of the fairies.” A good bona fide story line, fairly well-rounded characters, and hot sex under a variety of guises, it's all good.
There's a sequel by the same author, too, Mystania: Crimson Tempest: “Sequel to Legend of Mystania. Kevin ends up facing one of Earth’s most infamous enemies with the help of some old friends and new. Can he protect both worlds and his newborn niece from the oncoming darkness?” Haven't read that one yet. But if the first one is any indication, this one should be a good read too. Let me know.
Oh, and while you do that, you might just notice that the EMCSA has a new look: new color scheme, and a new tighter font. While I'll miss the green background that I will forever associate with MC smut, I like the new set up. (Note that there was also a host move coinciding with the new look. If your DNS server has not yet updated itself—not under your control—you might still get the old site until the new hosting information propagates over to your neck of the woods. Just be patient.)
The new EMCSA look reminded me that I wanted to change this blog's look at some point. Maybe sometimes in February. You know, in my copious free time.
Sick this week—a pretty bad flu going around my crowd. So restricted reading.
Although I was reminded of the existence of this nice little piece of fantasy smut, Legend of Mystania, by Thantos69: “Kevin discovers that he has magical powers and command of the fairies.” A good bona fide story line, fairly well-rounded characters, and hot sex under a variety of guises, it's all good.
There's a sequel by the same author, too, Mystania: Crimson Tempest: “Sequel to Legend of Mystania. Kevin ends up facing one of Earth’s most infamous enemies with the help of some old friends and new. Can he protect both worlds and his newborn niece from the oncoming darkness?” Haven't read that one yet. But if the first one is any indication, this one should be a good read too. Let me know.
Oh, and while you do that, you might just notice that the EMCSA has a new look: new color scheme, and a new tighter font. While I'll miss the green background that I will forever associate with MC smut, I like the new set up. (Note that there was also a host move coinciding with the new look. If your DNS server has not yet updated itself—not under your control—you might still get the old site until the new hosting information propagates over to your neck of the woods. Just be patient.)
The new EMCSA look reminded me that I wanted to change this blog's look at some point. Maybe sometimes in February. You know, in my copious free time.
Friday, February 1, 2013
New Story: The Adjusters #37
Here is February's installment of The Adjusters, “A Wedding and a Confrontation”, wherein Daniel and Shawbank and our Special cross paths.
As usual, comments welcome.
I'll also remind you that we have a Speculation Thread available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)
The Adjusters #37 - A Wedding and a Confrontation
(Charleston, West Virginia. Now.)
Elizabeth Bowden followed her friend Shelley Caskill into the
abandoned church, ducking in through a recessed side door that was
left unbarricaded. Elizabeth wanted to ask how Shelley knew that the
door was unlocked, but Shelley would have answered to simply trust
her, her answer to every question Elizabeth had asked since they
arrived. And Elizabeth did trust her friend, so she followed.
Once they were inside the church, Elizabeth forgot about asking
questions, and looked up in wonder. It had been more then ten years
she had not come here, but she remembered most of the details, the
high arches, the columns, the attempts at merging a modern decor with
antiquated aesthetics. The pews were still there, empty, gray with
dust, looking forlorn and sad the way empty churches sometimes did, as
if they received their life from the souls of the visiting
congregants.
In her mind, she had half expected Our Saviour's Lutheran Church to be
falling to pieces, the way abandoned buildings did. But of course, it
had been only a decade. She did not know exactly why the parish had
decided to change location and build a new church three blocks
away. The old church was still there, however, still sturdy, still
filled with the memories of her youth. She could imagine turning
around and seeing her mother behind her, silently urging her to keep
walking until they got to her favorite pew, the third one on the far
right when facing the altar. Unbidden, she felt a tear form behind her
eyelids, and she fought it back. What was Shelley up to? Why did she
bring her here?
Continue reading...
Next month: “A Wedding and Three Debriefings”.
As usual, comments welcome.
I'll also remind you that we have a Speculation Thread available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)
The Adjusters #37 - A Wedding and a Confrontation
(Charleston, West Virginia. Now.)
Elizabeth Bowden followed her friend Shelley Caskill into the
abandoned church, ducking in through a recessed side door that was
left unbarricaded. Elizabeth wanted to ask how Shelley knew that the
door was unlocked, but Shelley would have answered to simply trust
her, her answer to every question Elizabeth had asked since they
arrived. And Elizabeth did trust her friend, so she followed.
Once they were inside the church, Elizabeth forgot about asking
questions, and looked up in wonder. It had been more then ten years
she had not come here, but she remembered most of the details, the
high arches, the columns, the attempts at merging a modern decor with
antiquated aesthetics. The pews were still there, empty, gray with
dust, looking forlorn and sad the way empty churches sometimes did, as
if they received their life from the souls of the visiting
congregants.
In her mind, she had half expected Our Saviour's Lutheran Church to be
falling to pieces, the way abandoned buildings did. But of course, it
had been only a decade. She did not know exactly why the parish had
decided to change location and build a new church three blocks
away. The old church was still there, however, still sturdy, still
filled with the memories of her youth. She could imagine turning
around and seeing her mother behind her, silently urging her to keep
walking until they got to her favorite pew, the third one on the far
right when facing the altar. Unbidden, she felt a tear form behind her
eyelids, and she fought it back. What was Shelley up to? Why did she
bring her here?
Continue reading...
Next month: “A Wedding and Three Debriefings”.
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