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The Baptism
"Ssssh."
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Voice
"Ssssh."
The voice hissed in Jillian's ear. She couldn't see who made the noise but she felt the hot, moist breath on the back of her neck. Lying face down on a hard but covered surface, she craned her neck around and blinked repeatedly. There was nothing but an all-engulfing blackness. read more erotic stories
Better Left Unsaid
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Not About Flowers
She couldn't even begin to find the words for the way the writing made her feel. She couldn't tell him. Not in English, or Spanish or any other language. There weren't words beyond words...were there? read more erotic stories
The Ship's Figurehead
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The Illustrated Teacher
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Performance Art
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The Dinner Party
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Erotic StoryVisitors From Japan
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Gaijin
She knew nothing about the Japanese male psyche. A year of flattering them hadn't given her any insight into what made them tick, really. read more erotic stories
Midnight at Seremetyevo
Oh yes, I could have still been good and decent and kind, but hunger was gnawing at my muscles and the scent of him was eating tiny holes in my skin.read more erotic stories
Grown-Up Games
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The Spy Who Loved His Wife
James searched his mind... he couldn't even remember what Camilla Reeves looked like. It wasn't that James had been a saint but he didn't much go in for other men's wives - too complicated.read more erotic stories
Therapy
She wasn't naturally acquiescent. He could tell as he fed on her mouth. She was held together with string, he suspected. He wanted to know how many knots it would take to tease her apart.read more erotic stories
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4.16.2007

Writing past the comfort zone - and the convenience of housework

As I mentioned in my previous post, the challenge was to write something outside my comfort zone.

Yeah, the Daddy thing is really hot for me. Hot and very, very scary. I've danced around the issue, writing-wise for a couple of years. From time to time I've tried to understand the pschology of it. Why is it hot for me. My characters in the story skate around the issue too.

What's funny about the experience of making yourself sit down and write about something you're so hideously uncomfortable about is that you find all sorts of strategies for getting out of writing it.

Just after the end of the first scene, I had the overwhelming desire - pathalogical, in fact - to do ANYTHING other than write on. I actually got up from my computer and spent two hours on my knees in the bathroom scrubbing the floor with a scrubbrush. How Freudian is that!?! It's bloody psychoanalysis 101!

After standing up and surveying the gleaming white tiles. I managed to make myself go back and finish the story. But for a moment there I felt like the midget clairvoyant in "Poltergeist". I got this insane look on my face and said, out loud to my cat: "I declare this bathroom CLEAN".

It doesn't matter how well I think you know myself, or how reflective I am. From time to time I just go into total agonistic behaviour mode and surprise myself.

Fuck, sometimes, I'm just wierd.

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Comments on "Writing past the comfort zone - and the convenience of housework"

 

Anonymous Anonymous said ... (1:51 AM) : 

everyone has some skeletons in the closet. ;)

 

Blogger Eve in Chains said ... (2:31 AM) : 

Cleaning the bathroom is a good one. When I'm trying to avoid something uncomfortable I usually eat. Then I feel guilty and go to the gym.

But, really, I think you are brave to write this story. Your beautiful prose are what make it all the more powerful. Sure, there's probably tons of analysis that can go into this fantasy (for anyone who has it, not just you). Just like there's plenty of reasons some of us like a good spanking, or to be tied up, or to be sadistic. The list of what some see as pathological or abnormal or taboo is endless. It's all subjective.

Also, it's fantasy. And it's hot. Maybe NOT looking at why is the better idea (god, I love denial).

:)

Eve

 

Anonymous janeway said ... (2:50 AM) : 

RG,
I really liked the story, not just for the fact that it's a good FANTASY, but because of the way you handled a topic which is difficult for you to analyze, much less come to terms with. A lot of erotica, particularly stories which incorporate age play - and d/s along with it - is so dreadfully grim. Erotic and arousing, but grim.

Humor has the effect of both lightening the mood a little, and distancing you from the topics you don't want to examine any more closely.

After having written this, I now sincerely hope that a little lightness was your intent, and not that I completely misread the story.

Oh well - I enjoyed it anyway!

PS nothing would drive me to cleaning my bathroom floor on my hands and knees - except perhaps senile dementia.

 

Blogger Tom Paine said ... (3:20 AM) : 

As the father of two daughters, I cannot imagine, much less want to write, fiction that has even a hint of incest to it, though I know that violating taboos is part of the kick in erotica.

 

Blogger Remittance Girl said ... (8:36 AM) : 

Hi Tom,

I've actually got a lot to say in response to this. But it's a post, not a comment answer. So...That's what I'm going to do. I hope you don't mind.

Hugs,

rg

 

Blogger Musns said ... (10:30 AM) : 

I have always had difficulty with the incest concept, but not with step-figures. Because technically they aren't blood related.

I actually went down on a fellow the same age as my father when I was in my early 20's. It was complicated and if it hadn't been so complicated, I would have gotten more involved with him. That 'father figure' concept that you mentioned in your response to Tom Paine.

 

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