Since I do enjoy the Halloween spirit, and kinda want to enjoy what little I can of it. As well as give back a smidgen (sorry I don't has candy, and I can't send it via fiber optics if I did). So instead I would like to share more of anti-fan-fiction story I wrote, after reading a particularly disturbing BDSM Erotica that really bothered me. And to make it more fun, I made it a kinda crossover with only Corlixia as the main point of view. So while it does share some things with my Duology, it has nothing to do with it overall. Also it kinda takes a similar (if not a more violent, and thematic) tone to the original story that it is crossed with. I started with the beginning of the original, but using Cor's perspective. And don't take the way she is portrayed to be as serious as she is in her parts she portrays in her original story line. To add just a bit more there is some 'time travel' to it, as Cor and crew end up in 2016 (and later back to 2716). It seemed the only way to make the whole thing work out. (It is unfinished, but I don't think I need to match the originals 11k, as it is just under 7k) So if you are bothered by creepiness, gore, violence, language, and torture. Feel free to skip this one. If you are still here the text file will be down below. So Enjoy and Happy Halloween.
Tis true. I have been neglecting my WIP. But I have been writing anyway. As most know, I like to write shorts (and at times micro shorts in a random thread) But when you are trying to get the wind back to continue on lager projects it can be difficult, if you are not sure how to progress the story. So for the past few days I have been working on a short that I was inspired to write from a rather, how do you say unorthodox place. So I just kinda started writing. And its been kinda fun. Also I started rewriting an older short that was a bit to sledge hammery to me. So I decided to fix it, and change a few details while still keeping the original cast of characters. I think this time around it is building more around it, and not just jumping to the point direct. I hope it gives the revenge part of the plot more oomph, that just spouting it all out 5 seconds before it takes place. Tension is a good thing. Ok, that is all.
Posted a bit about Marckus from my sequel, and it is a double feature of featuring him in his capture. On my blog in my sig, if you like Grim Content.
I have posted a new chunk of story. This time from Corlixia's Perspective, on my blog. She is not one to cross when it comes to the man she loves.
So I have been working on an 'application' of sorts. One for a Mistress to be precise, and I have done a fair bit of my home work on the matter on how to go about it. How ever I would like to know if it is up to snuff with being chosen to act as a Submissive or not. So if it seems a little strange, I understand that. It is not only about what I want, but what I can offer in compensation to the relationship and service of such a creature. Just wondering what someone thinks in regards to whether I sound like a good candidate to consider or not. Thanks much. Hello, I am simple man with a deep inner complexity. While I may not a solid wall of muscle, I am on the slender slide. It would be pleasant to be as either a friend and/or a romantic interest. To serve a kind and fair Mistress/Domme, who can be patient with me and understanding. I am loyal and honest to a fault, and feel that those are the cornerstone to building trust. I am still fairly green to being a submissive. I enjoy being given tasks no matter how menial, and do not mind being kept busy. I can fix carpet, as that is something that I have experience in. So if you happen to have a few wrinkles running amok, I can most certainly smooth them out. Happen to be writing a book? I would not mind ghostwriting to your dictation. Write fiction myself, and working on a second novel. If you ever need a massage to unwind, or to sooth soreness. Depending on the task I will let you know whether I know how to do it, and will ask for instructions if you have a particular way you like things done. I will keep a notebook and pencil handy, so you do not have to repeat yourself. Impact play is something that I find to be difficult to handle. Though it is negotiable, as is anything and everything. While I do explore some things, there are limitations as to what I will and will not do. I enjoy cuddling. Reading quietly.Walking and having a chat, sometimes at night during the summer. It is all about the little things really. Just being able to share in what life has to offer. Willing to travel within reasonable distance. Thank you for your time, and have a wonderful day. MM
While the title may seem odd for this entry, no it is not gloom and doom and all that. It is a rather strange story I cooked up over two days and just under 10k. Oddly enough it still pushes my buttons in all the right ways to feel better after sinking into a dark pit of depression. I figured I would save my Workshop posting for something else. And use my blog for this one. And the one in my sig, if you prefer to go that route over a txt file. So yeah, I will just leave it here for you guys. That is if you don't mind something a bit more sappy.
Funny in November it will be 4 years since we parted. Pisses me off that you replaced me so easily. He is a jackass as you have often told me. I loved you once, and you me. But that is the past. And I love to hate you, and hate to love you. So how does it feel being happy? That you have your jackass? One day I will be loved again, one day. And come November you will be entirely dead to me, along with all the pain. Even if there is no one that will ever find me attractive, or worth anything, I will always regret my time with you. 9 years gone, in an instant. I excise you from my heart, mind, and soul. Breaking these chains once and for all. I am ready to live again. I am ready to breath again. I am ready to love again. But until then I have my eccentricity, and my writing to keep me company through the heat of summer, to the cold bitter winter. So a man on the mend, awaits the hands of hopefully a wonderful fate. I want to feel love, and never again hate. Provided there is a lovely lady out there that will have me.
Hello, After a good long look inside myself, and reflecting upon things I have decided that no one can have me. Not that it is even a blip on anyone's radar, but it is time to listen to the voices of reason. I am working on me, and trying to find better ways to love myself (in all ways), that I cannot find in trying to find in someone else. It is just a waste of effort to go looking for something that is all games and leads to nowhere. I don't mind being me, being alone at times can be a living nightmare, but it is better than trying to impress someone who will never appreciate me the way I would them. So thanks to all the people that have given me the best advice on going my own way, and to hell with the whole dating thing. I am starting to understand who I am, how to enjoy my simple lifestyle (and the complicated bits), and just have fun knowing that I am worth fighting for. Yes weird, quirky, bizarre me is all that I need. Better to be in an honest relationship, than a pretentious high maintenance one. Thanks again to all that have opened my eyes to a world I never knew. (I have been more motivated to work on my drumming tech.) Getting better a little bit more each time. Love Ya Friends.
I have been stuck for a while now on what to do at the current point in my WIP, beyond doing a bit of editing and re-reading it. You know all the fun things. But after doing a rev for someone (they are not on here), I went into the dusty files of yester-year and found this mess of giggles and have been kinda trying to clean it up a bit. Not sure if it is worth it or not, but hey it is kinda fun to look at where I have been and where I come. If you happen to find it funny, cringy, or worth salvaging let me know. I am on the fence, and it is the first thing I have ever written at 17. Wow time flies when I look in the mirror and go: Shit, I am thirty and I didn't see it coming. Anywho, if you care (or dare) to look at a moldy oldy, cool. Never realized I was so detail heavy back then. Times change and so does style. Spoiler: Monica Chapter I I had been having one hell of a day. First thing when I walked into Mr. Whitman’s English class, and bam! Pop quiz first thing in the morning. Man did that suck ass. Not to mention that I was still very tired from the night before doing the mother load of home work. Most of the time day-dreaming about that cute guy from my biology class. Just as I had the night before I was caught in my own world thinking about him and what I would like to do to him, and what I would want him to do to me. I would certainly give him all access to my lovely, and not to mention extremely perky breast, topping out at 32Cs. The thought of him suckling my silver dollar nipples made me ever more aroused. Then my kinky thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Whitman. He said," Monica times up, so would you please hand me your quiz?" As he said this his eyes never left my breasts with there ever hardening nipples. I became flushed and with him for ruining my fantasy and for staring at my boobs. Finally biology and the end of the day. Lets not forget about the cute guy. As soon as I saw him when I walked in it became apparent to everyone there that I was becoming very aroused. Then I decided I had to meet this hunk and if possible see his hidden talents. So with out a second thought I walked over to him at the other end of the room, trying to roll my shapely hips with each step. I started to notice that now I was becoming very damp in my thong. I put my hand on his shoulder which was firm. Once I got his attention I said," Hi, my name is Monica." To which he replied ,"Jack, and by the look of things there is more that you would like to say." My god! I was loving the way he looked at me. I nodded and as I did my body shivered with excitement. I regained a measure of composure and asked him rather sleazily," Do you want me?" At this I could plainly see that he was aroused at this and the ever growing bulge in his pants. I thought damn if he gets any more aroused his pants will pop. He then said to me as he studied my beautiful figure," Yes, I do want you! Will you go out with me?" At this I grabbed his head and held it firmly between my breasts. He looked up at my sexy smiling face and I nodded in response to his question. I met him after class and asked if he was busy to night. To my disbelief he was free for the entire weekend. So at this I asked him," Want to come with me back to my house for something you will never forget?" Chapter II He nodded and we went to the parking lot and hopped into my car. I became more aroused with each passing mile to my house. Luckily it was not that long a drive. I pulled in next to my dad's Porsche. Stepping through the threshold of the front door, I saw my father sitting in his favorite chair reading a magazine. Going over to him, I kissed him on the cheek and said," Hi daddy, this is Jack and he will be staying for the weekend. That is of course if it is alright with you?" He nodded in approval, his eyes never leaving the article that he was reading. I grabbed Jack by the hand, leading him to the door to the basement. On the way down the stairs to my room I said," You are going to enjoy this weekend. I can promise you that, I know I sure as hell will." At the foot of the stairs Jack's eyes just about popped out of his head. I suppose my room would shock most people. Probably because I have a wide variety of fetish wear, a dentist chair with straps, an operating table that also has straps, the widest variety of medical instruments and supplies, not to mention a whipping post, and the widest variety of whips and paddles. I also have the usual queen size bed, dresser, closet, and nightstand with a phone on it. I also had a bathroom with a Jacuzzi style tub. Jack walked around my rather large domain, looking at everything with awe. He stopped at the operating table, probably fantasizing about fucking me into a wild frenzy while I am all strapped in. I called my friend Tracy seeing if she too was free for the weekend to come over. She is my girlfriend, and I must say that Tracy is gorgeous. As soon as Tracy got down stairs I gave her a very sensual kiss, grabbing her breast and squeezing her beautiful round ass. Again Jack's eyes bugged out of his head at this. I told him that Tracy and I were madly in love since we had known each other in grade school. He had noticed that Tracy and I were both about the same build. I told her that I was dating Jack as of to day and she knew that she was more than welcome to him as well. I kissed Jack sleazily noticing how aroused he was becoming. Not to mention how wet Tracy was getting. Her scent was very strong and sent a shiver up my spine on catching it. I pulled Tracy to me and asked her where we should start with our newly acquired slave. She thought it would be good to get him nice and comfortable before a good flogging. Telling Jack to go in to the bathroom and take every thing off except for his underwear. While he was disrobing, Tracy and I were busy putting on corselettes. I chose a black rubber one with crimson trim, and a pair of black rubber thigh high boots. Tracy had chosen a red leather one with black trim, elbow length red gloves, and black nylons and red opened toe high heels. I had to admit that we were quite the pair. Chapter III A soon as Jack stepped out of the bathroom, his jaw hit the floor. We were a sight in our corselettes with removable crotches, and other attire. His little soldier was starting to stand at attention. We each took an arm and led him to the bed and laid him down between us. We then proceeded to run our hands up and down his abdomen. Stopping at his nipples to tease them and lick them. Then we left him on the bed. Standing before him, Tracy began to remove the crotch on my corselette, letting her hand slip past my clean-shaven woman hood. I then undid her crotch and began rubbing her clit for a moment. She moaned with satisfaction. Then she straddled his face, while still facing me. I straddled his midsection and leaned over to take his member in my hands and began stroking it slowly. Turning my body, I then lifted myself so that my swollen vagina was right in Tracy's face. She reached out to spread my lushes round buttocks and began lapping my juices starting at the inner thigh, working her way up. At this I let out a soft moan, taking Jack's member in my mouth. This went on for a while before moving on. I took special care not to let him have release. Without warning Tracy and I each took an arm. Then lead him to the whipping post. Once there we proceeded to bind him to it. Then I slowly took off his underwear. Standing there looking at our now bound captive, I let my hand slip between the lovely petals of her flower and gave her another sensual kiss. Jack was slightly shaken at being bound, but still very much aroused. Taking Tracy by the waist we walked along the wall looking for a suitable paddle and whip to use. I settled for a leather studded paddle, and Tracy picked out a riding crop with 6 inch leather tassels at the end. We went back over to our bound slave. Tracy said naughtily," You have been a naughty boy and now we shall teach you some respect." I stepped behind him taking firm strokes across his backside for about 5 minutes. While I was paddling his bottom Tracy stood before him striking across his breast and penis. He winced at every stroke. Then we put the whip and paddle back. We went back to our slave and began stroking him in front and behind and kissing him lightly on his back, chest, and neck. After a few moments of levity Tracy and I decided to use clamps on him. We placed the clamps on his nipples, lips, penis, and scrotum. Thus having done this, we began to add weights to the clamps. He gasped and winced at the burden we were putting him through. I told Tracy that we should not overdue the weights. I must say Jack could handle a lot of strain on his body. We had him up to about 1 pound in an hour before stopping this torment. After removing him from his bonds, we placed him on the bed. Then Tracy began to sensually remove my corselet after replacing the crotch. Once it was removed she took a breast in each hand and started suckling on each nipple in turn. I undid hers and did the same in return. After removing the rest of our attire and put them back in their respected places. I picked up his boxers and then we all climbed in to my bed. Tracy and I drifted of to sleep rhapsodizing about what we were to do to our slave tomorrow. Jack to drifted off in his own fantasy realm wondering what these two sexy dominas had in store for him when he awoke. Chapter IV I arose early the next morning. I got Tracy to rise quietly, whilst I fetched some straps to restrain Jack to the bed with until later in the morning. After we had finished binding him to the bed we went up stairs for breakfast. My father had left for work earlier this morning, but had left Tracy and I some money to go out for some thing nice for breakfast. With that Tracy and I got dressed and went out to my classic '72 'Cuda. We drove to a nice country style restaurant a few...
While I may be a new author, and most won't read my first (or second) book, the crux is that without the first the second won't make any sense. I know the rule of thumb is that each part in a series (something I say begrudgingly to a only be wtiting a duology), is that each should not be dependent upon any other part. Well then why have a series that is too easy to follow based on whether you write two parts, or 50? Is it not the point for their to be a point of ref. in the first that will put into the context the events that lead to the latter? Other wise the narrative and plot are just to simple that even reading the final part will make the first seem utterly pointless? IDK, I like a small series ( trilogy) to have a well rounded and straight forward narrative and storyline between all parts, otherwise it looks like a TV show where you don't have to be in on the whole story to know what is really going on. Perhaps I missed something, or I like a good middle and end.
I wish I was loved again, as I once was. Oh well that is the past. I remember now that I am not deserving of such luxuries. I need a hug, but I would gladly take a bullet. In time I might get the latter, provided there is but one person with the nerve to show some form of mercy. Who ever said people are good and kind, should receive the same as they are wrong. FML, and hope too. There is no point.
I have a feeling that the mini story random bandit needs to strike again. Nothing more fun than just riffing out a mini story in the the middle of a random thread for no reason. Way cooler than photo bombing. Be wary citizens, The Random Mini Story Bandit will rise agian!
Well I am sure if you have been around, having a dissenting/opposing opinions will be met with vulgar reprisal, without sharing their reasoned side. This is why I took a break, and left (also got some writing done, but procrastination is procrastination). So if somebody raises an opinion about something you like, and you have nothing to offer but to be insulted and then sling them. Perhaps you should ask yourself if it is really a house of cards and that easily collapsed, or is there a way I can show that I possibly offer an opinion of why I like it. Believe me, I know I can be a pain in the ass. My thoughts are hard to freaking translate properly at times for me. So what is your excuse for becoming the proverbial monkey? Either there is a moment to act like rational intelligent human beings. Or if you can't help yourself and fly off the handle, then feel free to leave all that stuff that pisses you off pertaining specifically to me. Have at it, because I am a fucking adult and an intelligent human being that can handle your shit. So let it fly, or at the least be honest and stop flying off the handle over everything that doesn't agree with your way of thinking. Thanks and have a lovely day. (Update on my blog located in my sig, if you are interested.)
Well I am sure if you have been around, having a dissenting/opposing opinions will be met with vulgar reprisal, without sharing their reasoned side. This is why I took a break, and left (also got some writing done, but procrastination is procrastination). So if somebody raises an opinion about something you like, and you have nothing to offer but to be insulted and then sling them. Perhaps you should ask yourself if it is really a house of cards and that easily collapsed, or is there a way I can show that I possibly offer an opinion of why I like it. Believe me, I know I can be a pain in the ass. My thoughts are hard to freaking translate properly at times for me. So what is your excuse for becoming the proverbial monkey? Either there is a moment to act like rational intelligent human beings. Or if you can't help yourself and fly off the handle, then feel free to leave all that stuff that pisses you off pertaining specifically to me. Have at it, because I am a fucking adult and an intelligent human being that can handle your shit. So let it fly, or at the least be honest and stop flying off the handle over everything that doesn't agree with your way of thinking. Thanks and have a lovely day. (Update on my blog located in my sig, if you are interested.)
Strong words coming from a horrible and green writer, but better than trying to write like someone that I am not. I don't write to pander to anyone. My grammar sucks, and dialogue is imperfect. All the things that make a bad writer. My style is mine, and not trying to be anyone elses. So tell me my writing sucks, at least it is mine. I write with a passion driven by the desire to write, not to be the next big commercial success. Not going to emulate what is trendy or popular, because that is not what interests me or captures my imagination. So to the pompous and the waspy crowd that looks down on people like me, I don't care. I know I will not be the next Rowling, King, or any other literary giant of popularity and status. And neither will you. So don't compare me to others, as I am not them or trying to be them. Some may want to be them, but that is their prerogative. I walk my own path, and it is not the main road that others traverse. So turn up your snobbery to my raw rough-cut style and storytelling. At least it is not the same thing as the one next to it on the shelf.