Sarah knew that I was interviewing a new toy tonight. She knew because I’d given her the evening off and told her not to come by until after noon the next day. The twist of jealousy she felt was to be expected, naturally. After all, she’d had me to herself for so long the mere idea of not being at the center of my attention was distressing.
She’d come to me a little over a year ago, in much the same state as dear John; trembling with desire, half formed concepts and lots and lots of pornographic ideas about what her sessions would be like. I’d enjoyed the process of training her so very much that I was open to the idea of adding a second. This would have the side effect of increasing Sarah’s attentiveness to me and my commands. Jealousy is a wonderful motivator.
Sarah had become a perfect sissy cocksucker. She would willingly drop to her knees before any stud I told her to. Her technique with a nice big cock was admirable, she could do her makeup perfectly and her balance in her six inch heels was superb. She’d started to get a little cocky.
It was definitely time to shake things up. A new submissive needing cock control, humiliation and a touch of domination was just the ticket. Sarah’s slumped shoulders, pouty eyes and put-upon sighs as she left for the evening were the icing upon my perfect little cake.
With Sarah out of the way, jealousy and all, I could focus my sole attention on John. Poor, sweet, trembling John, kneeling naked before my feet, trembling in barely repressed desire. I’d have to do something about that. I wanted nothing, absolutely NOTHING about my dear John to be repressed.
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I am seriously loving writing these little story bits. 🙂 I forgot how much fun fiction is! Especially erotic fiction where I can be just as naughty and raunchy as my twisted little heart desires!
Oh, poor John. The things I have planned for him…
I have a suspicion that by the end John will love it, and we will be very envious of John. 🙂
I think you’re right, Nicholas!
(at least, that’s the plan.)
Ms Harper,
To echo the posters above, I have to say I am very much enjoying the opening stanzas of this story as well. You give these little chapters a great sense of deliberate pace. I’m enjoying the format too–I remember we were debating in chat how often they should be posted, and I think once a week is perfect. After all, it worked for the “Saturday Serials” way back then, and anything that was the primary inspiration for “Raiders of the Lost Ark” is fine in my book.
“oh, Indy!”
I’m glad you’re both reading and enjoying the story, so far. It will pick up pace a bit… tho, I’m a huge huge huge (!) tease, so it won’t get too fast or racey. (plus, on the blog, I try to keep it to a soft R, not a hard X…)
Did you know that for the penny auction I’ve offered up a 2,500 word X rated story, with personalized audio?
Yeah. I know. Totally evil. 🙂
Wait, what? Story?
PENNIES! I NEED TO GET SOME PENNIES NOW!
Seriously though, I believe that tease and soft R on a story is more satisfying than a hard X any day. To me, words are a much better medium for feelings, ideas, and emotions… It is subtle. Hard X is by definition, “explicit” and there are better media for that in the visual arts. 🙂
I’ve read some hot, hot, hot! fiction that was a definite hard X. Of course, some of it wasn’t terribly plausible… for instance, no matter how much a guy is turned on, he just isn’t going to be able to go from ‘tight as a virgin’ to ‘loose like a slut’. Also, some acts really do take more than five minutes to complete.
🙂
also, Pennies? we don’t need no stinking pennies. 😛 (I like how each comment has to be substantive and 50 words. Making you guys actually work! How cruel!lol)
True, there will definitely be some good X fiction with a good writer, within the limitations you point out. But I think that if you put all your effort into the X portion you risk losing other, often intangible elements that make a story stand out.
For example, I’m partial to a good shemale story now and again. If you search for such you will find elenty-bajillion versions of the “I went to see a gorgeous prostitute who tied me up and then revealed she had a cock and had her way with me” tale. In fact there is a pretty good version of that someone recently posted in the erotic fiction group on Enchantrix Empire.
But no matter how well depicted, in the end they all wind up being pretty much cookie cutter clones, because no matter how well an explicit sex act is described, there is only so much you can do with a sex act, story wise… especially if you are talking a short story of a couple thousand words or so.
I guess I will amend myself by saying that the longer the story is, the more of this you can fit in and still have a really really good story.
And of course, with the caveat that the author’s skill naturally can potentially make me eat the words of my blanket statements 🙂
It’s a fine balancing act, between too much exposition and not enough. Too much and you’ve got Wuthering Heights with rare and odd sexy bits tossed in, and too little and you’ve got the pizza guy fucking the stay at home mom in the doorway!
Actually, now I wonder if I would have liked Wuthering Heights more if there had been a little sexy action…