Why I Like What I Do

I write a lot of smut, in case you haven’t noticed. If I were to be slightly cruel to Simon and dump my entire backlog of stories onto him to post, I would wind up with a whopping 246 stories at the EMCSA. Now, that’s not an entirely fair measurement of quantity–some writers have spent years working on a single 77-chapter magnum opus, whereas the majority of my stuff clocks in at six or seven pages–but I think it’s clear at this point that I’m pretty prolific. I must have some reason for that. And despite all of the lovely readers who have shelled out for my ebooks out there, it’s not financial. 🙂 So why?

In the end, I think it’s because I’m good at it. Not just writing smut in particular, but writing in general. I am, not to toot my own horn overmuch, a pretty talented author…and I have chosen to write smut because nobody does. Sex is a huge part of the human experience; it’s where we all start, it’s a major part of our adult experience, it’s a driver of politics and economics and relationships and the human condition. But somehow, when it comes time to actually talk about it, we have been trained to draw a genteel curtain over the event and say, “No, no. These things should not be spoken of. They are acts to be ashamed of.”

The same thing does not happen in war stories. We never have people detail the entire training process, explain how they get shipped out to the battlefield, and then have the soldier say, “And then, Gentle Reader, I must leave the rest to your imagination.” Horror movies don’t cut away from the gore; in fact, they’re frequently adored in direct relation to the amount of gore they have. But romances always skip the sex. Even the thought of showing the sex is anathema; “respectable” actresses don’t work in the nude. Violence is okay. Sex is not.

I don’t think about that very often when I’m writing these stories; any truly honest writer will admit that the process is a lot more mechanistic and less driven by the wellsprings of inspiration than we want to pretend. (“So and so has to do this at this time in order to make this moment later on seem plausible. And it’ll be a cool scene, too.”) But when I do think about it, I think that it’s important to redress that balance just a little. It’s important to have something that is well-written, says things about life and the people who live it…and is also full of hot sex. Because people have hot sex every day, and it’d be nice if they didn’t think they were the only ones.

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Five Minute Drills

Back in 2008, Wiseguy asked people to write pieces of flash fiction in exactly five minutes. Didn’t matter how long they were, as long as you wrote them in five minutes. I was thinking about them tonight, because for the sake of my dignity, I’d at least like to be only six days behind on this blog and it’s less than twenty minutes to midnight. 🙂 And I figured I could share mine with you, since I doubt many people who read this blog ever saw them. So without further ado, my Five Minute Drills!

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Janna drew her dildo from its sheath and held it out in front of her. “You can never win, Marat. Evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction.”

Marat flicked a switch, and her own phallus begin to vibrate. “This is your final chance, Janna. Join the Lesbian Conspiracy, or perish in sapphic pleasure.”

“Never!” Janna shouted, turning her own vibrator on and bringing it down in an overhand strike at Marat’s pert breasts. Marat blocked the blow, and Janna felt tingling up her arms to the elbow as the twin sex toys clashed.

“You are a fool,” Marat snarled, pushing Janna’s own dildo back towards her breasts. “You could have been a ruler of this world, and instead, you will suffer the ultimate fate–death by orgasm.”

Janna tried with all her might to hold back the vibrating sex toy, but as it slowly pressed against her nipple, she feared that Marat might in fact be right…

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Gina groaned, trying to keep her mind focused on baseball, on her job, on anything but the vibrating butt plug whirring away in her ass.

“You can’t fight it forever, you know,” Kara said. “Sooner or later, you’re going to orgasm, and when you do, the drug will anchor itself to your neural receptors. And when that happens, you’re going to be my slave. Forever.” She patted Gina’s pussy gently, sending all-too-pleasant shocks through her body.

“…i can fight this…” Gina gasped out, struggling against the ropes that held her. “I’m not…not gonna be your slave…”

“Guess it’s time to pull out the big guns,” Kara said. She reached under the bed, and pulled out something that looked like a cross between a sex toy and a power tool. Which was exactly what it was, Gina realized. A dildo, mounted on a massive pumping shaft. “Nobody’s ever lasted longer than five minutes with this baby shoved inside their cunt,” Kara said, revving it up. “No matter how hard they tried. I call it…my five-minute drill.”

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(This third one was written under the explicit rules, “Write for 5 minutes from a perspective far removed from your own. That is, try writing as a different sex and/or sexual orientation and/or D/s perspective from what you are.”)

Bob sighed as he shot his load into Carol, purely for the purposes of procreation. “Ah,” he said. “It’s so wonderful to be having missionary-position sex with my wife, purely consensually and free of any sort of hypnotic coercion!”

Carol nodded in agreement. “But only because we’re married and under God’s covenant,” she reminded him. “If we weren’t, it’d be a sin in the eyes of the Lord.”

“Very true,” Bob said. “Just like that homosexuality I hear about. Good thing we don’t have anything like that here in the good old U S of A!”

“You said it, darling,” Carol responded. “Homosexuality and bisexuality is for those degenerate Europeans, not for true-blooded Americans like us! We don’t even use sex toys, let alone any sort of sinister ‘mind control’ to increase our arousal or the pleasure of our coupling! Vanilla sex is the best sex!”

Then a rampaging elephant trampled them both to death.

The Hows and Whys Of Mind Control: Conditioning

This particular theme has been on my mind fairly prominently today, for reasons I may or may not go into later, so I thought I’d do another one of my posts on different methods of mind control! Today we look at the original, the classic, the mother of them all: Conditioning!

Conditioning is the simple, mechanical process of using a system of rewards and punishments to train a person to perform a particular behavior. It could be argued that we learn just about everything, from cradle to grave, through some sort of conditioning; starting with toilet-training and moving on to school, work, and most importantly for our purposes, fun kinky sex games. 🙂 Usually, the conditioning is reward based, what gets frequently called “pleasure-conditioning” in stories like this; the subject is trained with stimulation of their erogenous zones to associate obedience with arousal and orgasms until they don’t want to disobey. Alternatively, and slightly more brutally, the subject is conditioned with punishment until they are unable to think of refusing their captor’s commands.

Remember when I said that hypnosis was unique in being an achievable form of mind control? Well, I lied. This one’s as common as dirt in real life, showing up so many places that it’s almost unnoticed due to its sheer ubiquitousness. It’s not used much in D/s play; honestly, most of the time the people who get spanked actually crave it. But if you’re reading this, then you’ve been conditioned somewhere along the line.

Some stories of mine that prominently feature conditioning: “Xanadu”, “Under My Thumb”, “Cruel To Be Kind”.

Possibly Amusing

This month’s contest on the Mind Control Forums isn’t a story contest (someday, I might list which of the stories up on the EMCSA are contest entries and what inspired them…) It’s actually a review contest. To enter, you have to review other people’s stories and constructively critique them in an interesting and entertaining fashion.

I am tempted to enter, but not entirely certain. I’m tempted because I do enjoy reviewing other people’s work; I’ve written a few reviews on my various vanilla blogs, talking about what I liked and disliked about other people’s writing, and I’ve also done some proofreading for published authors who have indicated to me afterwards that they really felt I improved their finished product. So there is that going for it.

I’m uncertain because I know that I am not a gentle critic. I believe that the best way you improve is by having someone go through your work word by word, sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, sparing absolutely no awkward turn of phrase or contrived plot twist. I only review for people who I believe to be entirely committed to improving their writing skills and secure enough in their abilities that they will not let any mild ego-bruising that I give them get in the way of revising their work. That doesn’t always apply on the EMCSA, where people just want to be allowed to post their sex fantasies without having to get all “literary” and don’t want people pointing out all their spelling and grammar errors.

On the other hand, the potential deal-maker? The winner gets all of their stories reviewed by the contest judge. Every single one. Given that I now have 194 stories on the Archive, and four more posted by the time the contest finishes, I’m tempted to go all out just to see if the reviewer’s able to follow through on his promises if I win. 🙂