Mar 152020
 

Hey, remember when I said I had to go find a job? Yeah, the global pandemic had different ideas. I came down with a nasty cold/flu/possible death virus and got desk-ridden for a week or so. Now that I can breathe again, smart people are telling everyone to stay the fuck home. Okay!

While I was sick, I played the new video game, The Longing. In this game, a strange stone king creates you and tells you he is taking a nap. He wants you to watch over his empty deserted underground kingdom and to wake him up in 400 days. That is 400 real time days. Have fun!

And you know, I have had fun. I’ve decorated my tine hole in the wall that I call home. I have explored the kingdom and picked up spare books. You can read the books in the game and that is why I am on page 900 and something of Moby Dick.

Luckily, time goes faster when you have a decorated home. So although I have 167 hours logged on the game, 720 hour have passed in the game. Still, that is a hell of a commitment to a game where you are utterly alone. On the other hand, America is kinda playing that game in real life right now.

My Demon Lover card game is almost finished. I think I should have a copy ready for purchase by the end of the month. It is a journal game where you summon to a demon to fuck, submit or dominate. I need to hurry to all you self-isolators can summon a playmate to keep you company.

Stay safe out there people.

Jan 312020
 

A few years ago, a friend of mine expressed surprise at the amount of fiction I gave away for free on my blog. As an artist who paid his bills with his art, he thought I was far too generous and was short-changing myself.

I politely disagreed at the time, but then I published my first interactive fiction story on Kindle. My royalties from that book were easily ten times what I was making on my other works combined. I went from using my royalties to pay for a nice meal or two to using my royalties to being able to spoil myself with expensive books and porn memorabilia.

All of a sudden, it seemed like non-interactive fiction wasn’t a good use of my time.

I have put out four interactive books since then and have another book almost ready to go. They have all done extremely well and I am very proud of them. It is not enough to make a living from it, but being able to buy a plane ticket with my earnings is a nice feeling.

The problem is, interactive fiction takes a lot of work. Picture the last erotic story you enjoyed reading, and imagine it being three times longer. Once you add options to a story, the story multiplies in pages. Now take that huge story and then edit it. Now edit it again. Then proofread it again.

As much as I enjoy writing and getting paid for interactive fiction, it can be a lot of writing before you get the fruit of your labors. To help with this, I still write a monthly Vaquel story. Revisiting Vaquel is a nice little break most days, but some times it feels like another deadline I have to squeeze between writing more choices for my interactive story.

I always make sure that my interactive stories are subjects I enjoy writing about, but even the most beloved task becomes work when you do it long enough.

What I need to do is add more play to my writing. I have returned to short fiction to do this. Fiction Bites are my self-mandated breaks. Tiny self-contained stories that are over and done. Or maybe I will turn some of them into a series as long as the short lengths remain the same. It is up to me. I will treat them purely as recreation like I would watching movies or playing games. The act of creating something to amuse myself with no commercial application is incredibly freeing.

Speaking of games, I am carving out more time for journal games, especially erotic ones. I used to avoid random prompts but games like “Alone Among the Stars” changed my mind. Lately I have been playing my own game, “Traveling the Planes of Desire,” as well as Hyvemind’s “Hunger.”

It is fun to rediscover how to play with writing again. Writing has always been a coping mechanism for me. It helped me through some of the worse times of my life as well as help celebrate some of the best. I will always publish erotica for money, because hey, I do like money, but in the future I will also remember that writing can be the best self-care.

Jan 292020
 

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe was on her cheek and knees. Stone clamps held her wrists somewhere between her shins. A rock stockade restrained her ankles. The position kept Chloe’s buttocks high in the air but she didn’t want to think about that.

Thu-THUMP!

She wanted to turn her head but it was impossible. The grubby little men used a weird paste to glue her long blonde hair to the hard stone floor. They made the paste themselves, out of their ejaculate and a certain blue mushroom. Chloe knew from experience that she would pull her hair out of her scalp before it ever let go of the floor.

There was a solvent that the small men used to dissolve the paste. The sharp smell suggested what it was made from, but Chloe didn’t want to think about that either.

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe winced and tried to focus on something else. Shapes lurked in the room but it was hard to make them out. The single lantern in the room pulsed a sickly orange light. Could that be a bound person over in the corner? Was there a cage to the left of her? She tried to remember what the room looked like when she was brought here, but all she remembered was that terrible machine that was now behind her.

Thu-THUMP!

Not for the first time and not for the last, Chloe cursed her boyfriend, Kyle. It was his idea to go camping. He was the one that insisted they get away from the main sites and set up someone out of the way. When she heard digging sounds beneath their tent, Kyle was the one who told her not to worry as he went back to fucking her. He is the reason she was on this floor right now.

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe wondered Kyle was now. When the ground gave out beneath them, they fell together in the darkness. She cried out to him as small hands grabbed her. He might have screamed too, but she wasn’t sure. Chloe was too busy fighting in vain as she was bound and taken away through tunnels small and large.

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe shuddered. She hoped Kyle got away. He would have told the park rangers what happened. They might not believe him, but they would go looking for her.

But would they know to check deep beneath the earth?

Thu-THUMP!

Chloe growled and hoped that Kyle didn’t get away. She had never seen her small captors with a male prisoner, but that didn’t mean they might not have any. Kyle deserved to be naked and trapped somewhere. He should be the one getting tormented, not her!

Click-Click-Click

Chloe sobbed with relief. The thick stone phallus in her ass slowly retracted. It pulled nearly all the way out of her puckered asshole. After being fucked for hours, the sudden absence of the massive dildo felt like heaven.

SPLOOSH! The phallus sprayed Chloe’s asshole full of a slippery liquid. Her ass struggled to hold it all until it could hold no more. Lube leaked from her ass and dribbled down her thighs.

Thu-THUMP! The machine went back to work. The stone phallus plunged deep inside of Chloe’s stretched asshole. It filled her and then stayed inside of her. The gears turned silently inside the machine, waiting until the next thrust cycle.

Chloe moaned. Her sex ached to be touched. Her ass ached to be empty again. Bound and plastered to the floor, neither was likely to happen until one of those strange small men returned. Even then, there was no telling what bizarre machine or cruel lust they would inflict on her next. She was at their mercy and from what she had seen, they had no mercy.

Thu-THUMP!

Jan 222020
 

I stopped in mid-thrust. Fucktoy whimpered beneath me. The hood prevented her from seeing my face. She almost spoke but she knew better.

My cock throbbed inside Fucktoy. Her pussy clenched in response.

I grabbed her throat. A smile spread across her lipstick-smeared lips. I squeezed and she gasped.

Fucktoy locked her legs around me. Her hips moved. Side to side, up and down, round and round with my cock trapped inside her sex.

I didn’t move. My body was a statute. Fucktoy humped me like a wild animal. It was a wonder my dick didn’t break off inside of her.

All the while, my fingers closed tighter around Fucktoy’s throat.

A gasp came from her lips. Fucktoy pulled hard on the chains securing her wrists to the headboard. Her mouth widened as she tried to suck in air.

But her hips kept fucking me so I kept squeezing.

The sound of our fucking filled the room. Fucktoy’s breasts shook and jiggled. My own hips began to bruise from the violent impacts.

And I kept squeezing.

Finally, Fucktoy’s hips stopped. I released her throat. As she sucked in huge gulps of air, I pounded her pussy with hard swift thrusts.

Dec 242019
 

WARNING! ALL THE SPOILERS!

I remember when the title for the next Star Wars movie came out. It was going to be “The Rise of the Skywalker” and that confused people. Luke was dead. Kylo was a Skywalker but also a bad guy, so was this going to be his triumph? Was it a reference to Rey? Now that the Jedi were ‘gone’ did that mean that heroes will now be called “Skywalker”? That would be neat.

The anwser is much simpler than that. The title is just a cool name. Rey calls herself Skywalker because they are her adopted family. Aww.

I was reminded of this partway through the final battle. See, the Emperor reveals he has like, a million shadowy guys in the shadows that are maybe ghosts, or cultists, or something else. He then tells Rey that she can kill him and he’ll possess her body and live on. But then Ben shows up so the bad guy drains their love maybe? Then he uses that power to zap thousands of ships in the sky without hitting any of his thousands of ships.

That was when it hit me: Stars Wars could be the sugar-high babbling of an eight year old playing with his toys. It is pretty indistinguishable. All of the theories that fans work on, all the clues they look for and all the damn arguing about where the story is going is meaningless. Star Wars is about gibberish. It is about inventing new powers to get that bigger explosion.

And that’s okay. Big sprawling epics scratch a certain itch. It is Star Wars, where logic hasn’t been a big part of any movie. I love Flash Gordon, and let me tell you, that universe might be even dumber

But what gets me is that Rian Johnson aspired to be something more with “The Last Jedi”. That movie introduced the idea of people growing out of the roles that begun with. It argued that you didn’t need to come from a special family or background to be special. It said that reckless heroes often get folks killed. It argued, over and over again, that life does not play out the way you expect it to just because it is like some story. It took the myth of Star Wars and said you got to forge your own way.

“Rise of the Skywalker” is a clear course correction away from those ideas. It turns out that yeah, you do need to have a special person in your gene line to be special. Turning Rey into Palpatine’s granddaughter reminds me of those idiots who insisted that Francis Bacon wrote Shakespeare’s plays. They just can’t accept that someone can do something remarkable from their own hard work or innate talents. There has to be a secret advantage. If there isn’t, than ANYONE can be great, and then what excuse do you have for being normal?

Other truths from “the Last Jedi” get obliterated in order to return to the myths of the first movies. It turns out, being reckless saves the day after all! The mature hero has regressed back into his old role of smiling hero. That Rose character the misogynists hated? Don’t worry, they sidelined her and gave Finn a new girlfriend who is black like him.

Eww.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Star Wars is not a piece of art, it is a blueprint for toys and movies. Star Wars movies are for kids. They are for adults who want to be reminded of the things they liked as kids. They are for that certain kind of fan who wants a story told about rebels and an empire told a certain way. Stars Wars is here to tell them that story, and will tell it to them again in a few years with new characters, new special effects, but don’t worry, nothing will really change. A lot of people like that.

I just don’t think those movies are for me anymore.

But I tell you, that Baby Yoda show is awesome.

Apr 052019
 

Railroad Ink is a game for one to seven players. Each player gets a blank board and a dry-erase marker. Someone rolls dice, and the dice have different railroad tracks and highway shapes on them. The players have to draw on their map, using only what is on the dice. Their goal is to create long stretches of roads and tracks that all link together, but when you can only use the shapes that have been rolled on the dice, your system will look like it has been designed by a very drunk architect. You play for seven rounds and then grade your map according to several criteria. The highest score wins.

That is the whole game. You roll dice and draw tracks and highways. if you play the blue box of Railroad Ink, you also draw lakes and rivers. If you play the red box, you draw volcanoes and meteors. You could probably play with both sets and draw a really weird map with rivers, highways, train tracks and volcanoes.

If you are talented, and use your own collection of markers like my wife, you might end up with a map like this.

I will never make a map this prett

What surprises me about Railroad Ink is how relaxing it is. There is something soothing about drawing, even if it is just little pieces of highway. The game can be challenging but never stressful. It gives me a similar satisfaction to what I get from coloring, but engages my brain just a little more.

Now, nothing in the rules says that when you roll the dice, you shout “ALL ABOARD!” but I think it helps. I also advise shouting “CHOO CHOO MOTHERFUCKER!” when you get a bad roll of the dice. The game is simple enough that you could play it while watching television, but to get the ultimate experience, I suggest putting this on your TV and letting it be your soundtrack.

Dec 262018
 

Oops, this should have been posted earlier but that is the holidays for you. It takes a lot of time just to get ready to take time off.

I will be traveling to the great city of Seattle this week and won’t be back until January 4th. The Vaquel story of the month will be late as I trashed my outline for the entire year of Vaquel stories in favor of something that will be fun. Regular blog posting might resume on the 10th? That sounds likely.

In the meantime, I hope you had a happy holiday season and wonderful start to your new year!

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Dec 122018
 

Sunstone is a comic book by Stjepan Šejić. It is about two women who come together to play BDSM games and end up falling hopelessly in love with each other, but have the hardest time expressing their feelings. It is lesbian kinky romance with side trips into hetero kink, but at the core is the very real and very vulnerable people that populate the story.

You know, I am burned out on BDSM romance but holy shit, am I hooked on this series. Part of the appeal is the truly gorgeous art. The other appeal is the super well-developed characters. Every person in this story has hopes, fears, traumas and quirks. Despite everyone looking like a pinup, they act like real people. This series doesn’t feel like BDSM porn, it feels like a real account of romance.

Speaking of porn, it is remarkable how there is little to no sex in this series. Characters get naked, and characters talk about sex and fantasies, but sex scenes are skipped over. It fits with the theme of the series, that all of the stories are told years later and therefore, the author can’t recount the blow-by-blow of what happens. It also keeps the focus on the story without sex scenes breaking up the flow of the plot.

This is the rare BDSM series where I feel like experienced people will enjoy it because it perfectly captures what it is like to be kinky and in love, and I feel like total newbies will also enjoy the series as it captures that euphoric new-kink energy that beginners have. I would also recommend it to vanilla people who just love a good romance story.

There are archives online of the series as well as hard copies you can purchase.

Oct 292018
 

Last week I finished the first draft of my Alien Sex Gladiator interactive novel. I started it in December, thinking it would only take until June to write it. At 559K words and 1776 pages later, I see I grossly underestimated how big this thing will be. Oops.

Did I mention that it is just a first draft? That means I need to edit the sucker. There is a saying that by the time you finish something, you get a lot better at doing it. That means you have a higher skill level than when you started, which means the early parts of the book probably need to be upgraded to the same quality as the rest of it.

This might be the biggest project I have worked on. I have been in the protagonist’s head for nearly a year. He is a simple brute with occasional random acts of empathy, but not many. He is a jock, which is something I never really relate to. It has been weird. He feels like a fictional cousin, someone I think I know well but is still an alien to me.

Editing is for next month. I have three days left of October and I am taking them for me. I am going to cram some spookiness before I have to go bck to the alien gladiator arena. To that end, I will watch the Witch, maybe the Craft and probably Sabrina. I need to walk in shadow and dance in moonlight before returning to the hot sands of the arena.

Oct 082018
 

RAINN (Rape, Assualt, Incest National Network) does a lot of good work and it is a good place to start if you need someone to talk to or resources to look up.

1in6 is a group dedicated to the issue of male victims of sexual assault.

Selhelpline is dedicated to victims in the military.

Remember that you are believed. You are loved. Remember that we will get through this.

 

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