The State of your Author

I wrote a novel about Frank Harris, Oscar Wilde, Lewis Carroll and the young Aleister Crowley about four years ago. It had too many characters and the plot was far too complicated. Also the strongest sequence came in the middle. It should either be the beginning or the end.

It’s called Harris’s Adventures Underground, after the original title of Alice in Wonderland. Anyway, there were major structural issues, and there was a problem with Frank Harris’s voice, as the narrator.

Frank Harris is, in  sense, the opposite of Harry Flashman, George MacDonald Frazer’s anti-hero. Flashman was a coward, and various other sorts of bad man, but he was utterly honest and reliable in his “Flashman” memoirs.

Harris was a brave man, and mostly decent, but he could never resist improving any story he was involved in. As a result, you can never quite believe that what he writes is what really happened. 

Harris wrote a lot, though few people have read anything more than his autobiography, My Life and Loves. But his style is very unfashionable now, and it was hard to write in his voice while still being readable and immediate. 

I put it aside to work on other things. Now I’ve finished those other things, and I’m back to it. 

It needs a lot of editing, and some new scenes. And I think I have a solution to the “voice” problem, though I’ll find out as I write it. But I think there’s something very strong there. So that’s my new project.

A side-effect is that until it’s done, my blog and my writing will have no cross-over. I think I’ll find that strange. What, no bdsm? What, writing in someone else’s voice? 

But I’ll keep writing this blog at the same rate as now. I may do more shorter stories, since I’ve nearly got enough for a volume of bdsm-related, but also person-related, short stories. With interlocking characters. Maybe it’s the bdsm equivalent of “Slaves of New York”. Or some such.

And some things, like the Maddie saga, will go on forever, probably, unless I think of an ending.

(“Well,” gasped Maddie on her deathbed, “getting run over was unexpected, but it’s all been tremendous fun.”) 

For now, I have three books to sell. Two novels and a non-fiction book on bdsm.

I’ve recently finished proof-reading them, and I found that it’s nice when you read something you wrote, and it’s well polished, and it feels real. The people act and speak credibly, each according to their own motivations , and they’re neither better nor worse than real people. Also, all three books are often sexy, sometimes sad and often funny. I feel good about them: they are good enough to be proud of.

On the other hand, I know that I’m shit at selling myself, commercially speaking, and… Well, frankly, the marketing issue scares the hell out of me. 

I’m coming to Eroticon in London in March of this year, and I’m looking forward to meeting a lot of lovely people.  I also hope I can get published and make a non-insulting amount of money out of that visit and those meetings that may arise from it. 

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Wicked Wednesday: A servant of two…

My hand rested on Lucy’s cunt. [Said Maddie.] Then I did what Sir did to me; I slipped my finger inside her. She was so wet. And so slippery and tight; I’d never felt a girl’s cunt before, except for my own. Lucy’s head jerked back when I entered her, like she’d had an electric shock. 

She said, “Ohhh, god. Are you going to do me? Please do me.” She squirmed up against me.

I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, so she had to look at me. And slipped two more fingers inside her. She was looking down, but when she realised I wasn’t going to take my hand away till she came, she looked up into my eyes. She was begging: she wanted this as much as I did.

I said, “Yes, Lucy, I’m going to do you. But you have to be quiet when you come. Is that understood?”

“Oh! Yes, of course.” She looked at the door behind me. We didn’t know if anyone had walked into the library since we’d come into the storeroom. “I’ll be quiet.” 

“You’re not going to do me, today. I belong to Sir today. Only he gets to do me.” 

“Mmm.” 

“But afterwards, you’re going to do me whenever I tell you to, aren’t you?” Lucy blushed, and she looked down again. I could see she was smiling a little. I pushed all of my fingers into her, and drew them out slowly, while she shuddered, leaning against me. I said, “Aren’t you?” 

“Please. Please.”

I didn’t know what she meant. But I kissed her. I said, “Yes. You belong to me, now, Lucy.”

“Oh god.” She’d arched her ass out, and her breasts pressed against me, as I stroked her cunt. From the inside. Faster and faster.

“So, will you do me whenever I say?”

Lucy body shook. Her pretty face flamed red. “Yes, god yes, I will. Whenever.”

I felt so happy. Sir must feel the same way when I obey him. I stroked her cunt, faster still. Lucy couldn’t speak any more. I told her, “You belong to me. I own you. Like Sir owns me.”

Lucy’s raised her head, though I was sure she couldn’t see anything. Her whole body shook, as if she was having spasms. I thought she was going to scream, but she managed to remember my order to be silent. She bit the lapel of my blazer, and made a soft, crying noise through her nose. Her cunt squeezed on my fingers. Hard, then she relaxed and squeezed again. Then she sighed, my lapel falling, soppy, out of her mouth. I had to hold her up. My floppy dolly.

She lifted her face, to be kissed. That was going to be how it was, between us. I kissed my girl. My property. She put her arms around me. I put my hands, one still wet with her fluids, on her bare ass. Lucy looked at me. She whispered, “So. I belong to you. Are you mine?” 

I smiled at her. “No. You’re my property. I’m not yours. I tell you what to do. If you tried that on me, I’d…” I looked around the room, to see if there was something I could show her, that I could punish her with. “I’d spank you with that ruler, Lucy. Till you couldn’t sit down. Understood?” 

She smiled. That was the answer she’d hoped for. “Of course. Of course you would. I mean, you can.”

There was one more thing. I guessed she’d like this thought too. “I belong to Sir. You know that.”

“Of course.”

“Everything I own belongs to Sir.”

“Oh!” 

“Yes. That includes you. Sir will take you for his anyway. But if he doesn’t, then I’m going to give you to him.” 

“Maddie!” She was shocked. Not by being owned by Sir. It was that she thought I was rejecting her. Silly girl. I wanted to spank her then and there, for being so silly. But it would be too loud.  

“Oh, you’ll still be mine. You’ll just be his as well. I like having him own me. But you, you’re going to be the lucky girl. With two owners.” 

Lucy was silent. It was a lot to take in. Some of it I’d only worked out for myself in the last minute. She was thinking, imagining how this would be. But that secret smile, on her pretty pink face: that was still there. 

Masturbation Monday: Swinging 3

Note

This story starts here.

But we start Episode 3 as Stephanie and I are amusing ourselves in a children’s playground, after midnight. I ordered her to climb up to the top of the slide, ahead if me. She obeyed.

Swinging 3

Stephanie reached the fourth step from the top of the slide. Her ass was level with the slide. I stood on the ground, still gazing up at her thighs, admiring the softly muscled crease of her buttocks and thighs. I said, “Stop. That’s just right.”

She looked down at me while I climbed up to join her. I stood on the fifth step from the top, so my cock, not quite contained by my underpants, was more or less level with her ass. I pressed my body against hers. This was the most intimately we’d touched, so far. My cock pressed, admiring, desiring, against her ass, and knew it was comfortable there. Her ass was the place for my cock to be. Stephanie pressed back against me, not only to keep warm.

I put my arms around her bare back, and held her breasts in my hands. Her nipples were hard with cold and arousal, rubber bullets between my thumbs and forefingers.

Stephanie turned, “Are we going to slide down together?”

She was thinking, I guessed, of my promise that her arse wouldn’t get cold on the metal of the slide. “Probably. You can sit on me.”

She smiled. “You can be in charge of keeping my arse warm. You spank Maires, don’t you?”

“Oh?” I hadn’t been aware I was in gossip quite that detailed. On the other hand, Maires was not a discrete kind of girl. “Well, yes. When she wants me to.”

Stephanie raised her eyebrows. “Oh. That’s all her, is it?”

“No, sorry. I just meant, I don’t do anything she doesn’t want. I wouldn’t do anything  that you don’t want. Just being clear. But of course that’s not just just what she wants: I like spanking her. It’s, um, hot. Great ass, that Maires. Don’t you think?”

She looked away for a second. “Well, I’m not really into girls. But yes, she has a nice bottom. If you liked spanking girls, I can see that Maires would…” She looked back at me. She was blushing slightly. “Ah, anyway, yes, she’s got a nice arse. Fantastic legs. And I’m told she’s good at cunnilingus. By her boyfriend, no less.”

She was winding me up. I swung my body round to the side of the steps so we could press together and kiss properly. Stephanie nodded, and pressed into me, hard nipples against my shirt. I held onto the metal bar at the top of the slide with my left hand so I could put my right hand on her bottom. Stephanie sighed.

I patted her pretty little bottom, so lightly. I heard a chuckle from her, so I smacked her little harder. She kissed my neck. I smacked her again, a little harder still. I wondered if there was a point where she’d complain, but I didn’t want to find out. So I left my hand on her ass, kneading and fondling.

I focussed on the kiss. We opened our mouths. Her tongue touched my teeth. She put her arms round me, holding on to me and not the slide. She was depending on me. Literally. We kissed, changing the angle and exploring. My cock was pretty much entirely free of my underpants. It was, um, engorged. It was not cold. 

Stephanie eventually opened her eyes again. “Shall we slide?” 

“Hang on. No, I mean, hang on to the slide.” When she’d straightened and gripped the rails again, I swung my body back behind her. She waited. “Now, bend over.” 

“What?” 

“I promised you your ass wouldn’t get cold. I never made any promise about your tits. Bend over now. So your upper body’s on the chute. It’ll be cold, but it won’t matter.”

“You’re crazy, if you think–”

“Bend over, little Stephanie.” There was a pause. Stephanie considered various things. Which was stronger: cold, or fun and lust? Twenty seconds passed before I could say, “Good girl.”

“Hmmph!” But she said that with her head pressed against cold metal, her bottom the highest part of her body.  

I climbed up one more step, and let her feel my cock slide between her upper thighs. She said, “Oh, jesus.” We stayed together like that, moving very slowly and very slightly together, savouring every micro-movement.

But eventually I drew back, and reached under her to undo the top button of her shorts. And I tugged. Down.

 

 

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More than Friends: A Night Out
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Helios

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Pain is confusing
I Don’t Want You to Hurt Me
Chemistry
There’s Many a Slip Twixt…
First Experience
Mixed bag/into my own eyes
Swinging 1
Lust and Will
Hot sunshine

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Mortified
Stop Worrying and Learn to Love Fellatio
I come from sexual assault
A life in three tweets

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10 Things I Will NEVER Write About

Wicked Wednesday: Maddie kisses Lucy!

Note

Last week’s episode, and a quick summary of events to date, can be read here. 

Maddie kisses Lucy!

Lucy stood behind me while I took the key from my blazer pocket and opened the little door in the back of the school library. Luckily it was a nice day, and there wasn’t a single person in amongst the books. So I didn’t have to come up with any stories. About why we were there. 

I pushed the door open and stood back, waving Lucy in. She hesitated, and then turned to face me, so she could step sideways into the little room beyond the library. Her smile flickered like a streetsign in an old film, not quite on and not quite off. I followed her quickly and locked the door behind us.

It helped that Lucy was a bit shorter than me. I’d always been the short one, when I got kissed, especially when it was Sir, but I knew what to do. So I stepped to press my body against Lucy’s.

She was so soft, and her breasts were so wonderful: she made me think of motherhood and ripe fruit. There was something so hot about her.

Not just sexy but somehow life-giving. She opened her mouth and licked her lower lip, so I kissed her. It had to be. 

I felt her slide her hands up my sides to hold me by my shoulders. My head felt like it was spinning. Everything was too wonderful and too heady to be real, and yet it was happening. I slid my hands down from her shoulders, and lifted her little skirt at the back. I put my hands on her bottom, through her panties. Lucy leaned into me at that, her head snuggling onto the side of my left breast. 

I smacked her bottom, not hard, not as hard as I wanted to. But I wanted to let her know that I could smack her bottom, from now on. If she took it now, she’d take many more. From now on. I said, “I’ve never spanked a girl before.” 

Lucy looked at me. “I’ve seen you get the cane. Naked. You didn’t seem to mind. Doesn’t it hurt?” 

“Kind of. It’s hard to say. It hurts, but when it’s the right person, and you want them, it feels like… Oh, it feels like a sexy, loving touch. And it still hurts, but I kind of like that too. Anyway, you’re going to find out for yourself this evening, after school.”

Lucy looked sulky. I loved what that did to her mouth. It turned down at both sides, but didn’t thin the lips. I kissed her again, because I couldn’t stop myself, then drew back. She said, “You did that. That’s your fault. I’m going to strip naked, and get twelve strokes across my bottom.” 

“Sir’s going to love it. Caning you, I mean, darling. You’re so beautiful, little Lucy.”

“Nnnnh.” She snuggled closer into my breast. I held her tight. She was so precious.

“I bet he’s going to take his time. And he won’t be too hard on you. Because you’re so beautiful, and you don’t spoil beauty. And I’m going to love watching you get the cane. And… like I said, you’re going to get a surprise. Yes, it’ll hurt, but” – I slid my hand under her underpants and stroked her bare bottom – “you’ll find out. You’ll be so hot afterwards. I mean, the good hot.” 

Something happened. Lucy got heavier in my arms. I think her knees gave for a second. So we pressed together, and I pulled her panties down to her thighs, at the back, and rubbed and patted her bottom. She felt so wonderful. I learned, I think, why Sir liked my ass so much. I wondered if I dared stroke her pussy next. 

Lucy set her feet a little further apart. It was as if she’d heard me. She kissed the side of my breast. Her mouth was so soft.

She was so sweet. 

Masturbation Monday: Swinging 2

Note 

This is the second part of a Masturbation Monday story about seduction in a children’s playground, after midnight. Episode 1 is here

Swinging 2

When you’re pushing a girl on a swing, and she’s wearing only a little pair of shorts and a pair of sandals, it can be hard to decide where to put your hands. So for the first few pushes, I pushed Stephanie with my hands just under her shoulders, so she could fly to the furthest extent the arc allowed. it was effective, and chaste. 

But chasteness wasn’t the goal, so the fourth time she came back I stood a little further so I could catch her suspended about half way up the backswing, and bite her neck and kiss her while she laughed. Then I’d send her flying again. After that, I caught her by the shorts, and pushed her by her perfect arse. 

And then, finally, I wasn’t so much pushing her at all. I just smacked her ass each time it flew back into my grasp. She was beautiful, flying, long straight blonde hair streaming, small breasts cold and tight; she was a valkyrie. Eventually she let the swing rest, with her feet touching the ground and her head back and turned so we could kiss properly. Her nipples were stiff, red and hard in excitement and the cold.  

Eventually we broke, and I helped Stephanie out of the swing. She said, “Slide! Slide!”

So I stood in front of her, holding her facing me, close. I put my hand inside her shorts and squeezed bare skin. Stephanie sighed. She slipped her hands down the back of my underpants, and enjoyed my penile reaction to that, body tight to to body.

Eventually I remembered speech, and said, “Slide. Sure. You go first.”

“You just want to watch me climb the ladder.”

“I do. I will.” 

“It’ll be so cold. The slide metal, under my ass.”

“Actually, it won’t. I promise.”

“You’re going to do magic?”

I smiled, like I hoped a mage might smile, and smacked her ass to keep it warm. And show my appreciation. Then we kissed some more because the night really was cold around us, and yet we were so warm for each other, a little sexual micro-climate. And I smacked her perfectly rounded, perfectly pretty bottom again, and walked her to the ladder leading up to the slide. 

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. This felt too good, and too promising. “Climb, Stephanie.” 

“Oh. So you’re giving me orders now?” 

“But good orders. Only the good ones. Climb.” 

Stephanie put one foot one of the lowest step of the ladder. She cocked her hip, and waggled her arse. “Like this?” 

“Oh my god, Stephanie. Fuck.” I kissed her shoulder. “I’d say that would be the exact way. Climb!”

Stephanie climbed. I watched her, adoring and wanting. Hard.  

PS: Hurry! To the next episode, which is here!

 

Sinful Sunday: Emotion and tranquillity

Wordsworth once said that poetry is emotion reflected on, during tranquillity. So this is poetry: Everything was movement and heat, barely controlled and pleasurable chaos, just minutes before. 

Now, there’s a long moment of peace. She is still, and her mind is still. Her body is warm, and her mind is cool. No thoughts, just body-memories.

Tranquility.

Serving and servicing 1

John swung the stick, making an audible impact and leaving a vertical fire-line down her left buttock. Lena shook for a second, though she felt it as heat rather than pain, and arched her back. He was right: she felt very beggy. The rod struck again, leaving a streak of fire where it landed, which slowly calmed to warmth and a kind of mental and bodily peace.    

“You know, you have no idea how beautiful you look. And hot.” This wasn’t quite true. She knew she’d made him hard, and that he liked her current posture, prostrated on her knees, with her head touching the carpet between his feet, beyond reason. She waited for the next stroke, but he grasped her hair and pulled her up so her open mouth was level with his cock. Lena rubbed her forehead against that hardness, through his pants, like a cat claiming a human’s hand. He put his hand against the back of her head and held her to him. She waited, and the rod landed again, then again. Lena hissed in breath, then turned to kiss his inner thigh. 

With that kiss, some things became urgent. John unbuckled and unzipped. His cock, finally free, pronged the air in the direction of Lena’s nose. She felt his grip tighten on her hair, and he guided her onto his cock. Her lips kissed a soft ring around the head, and he pressed forward. They said, “Hahh,” at more or less the same instant.

Her buttocks and hips burned from the stripes he’d given her. The rod he’d used to inflict them brushed her right shoulder when she took him deep, brushing her nipples against the wool of his pants. She knew that he was happy, and so was she: his cock was velvet stretched over steel, and though it tasted only of skin, it was his skin.

She was sure, though, that she could feel some of the sugared, shaky excitement of his pleasure, through a kind of body reading that comes close to mindreading. She could feel the pleasure that he felt, as well as the heat and joy that came with serving.

She knew she was providing a soft paradise for his cock. He was moving faster in her mouth, loosening his grip on her hair so she had room to move. Her knees hurt a little, and that was good too. She loved serving him, but there was another Lena in her mind, who watched her and considered her, and was excited by the abjectness of her submission. She wished he would bring that rod down again. He was distracted.