Right now I have a picture from Frolicon as my desktop wallpaper. For years I have written porn to my liking, but to be visually making porn that I like is a strange head trip. It makes me feel like I can mold reality. I want to write stories for the pictures I make. I want to photo illustrate my words. I want to go out into the world and cast a Ms. Currie, a Mr. Dillon and weirdly enough, I really want a picture of No-Pants Wally.
With BDSM Beach over, I feel the need for a more fantastic oriented story. Now that Cassie knows what she wants and how to get it, I want to walk away from young submissives and go spend some time with people I don’t seem to ever read about. There are 30+ year old submissives who need their stories told. There is a young man who doesn’t know he wants to be a dom. There’s a scientist who is never satisfied with sex and there is a married woman who needs to know what her friends are up to. There’s a myth I want to tell and a catharsis that needs to get out. I have stories lining up in a row and they ain’t going to write themselves.
I feel creatively potent right now. I feel like my mind is engorged and rock hard. I want to thrust my imagination into someplace willing and receptive.
Let’s see what can happen today.