Mar 062017
 

I have successfully moved to Wisconsin. Our town is part of a blend of six or seven towns that overlap one another in the Fox valley region. They call it a valley but everything as far as the eye can see is on the same level plane. I have never seen so much flat space.

So far Wisconsin is really nice. Rent, utilities and insurance is low but food is a bit pricey. People are friendly and forgiving of this awestruck Southerner. Best of all, I have seen zero Confederate Flags which is a very welcome change from East Tennessee.

Writing wise, I finished the first draft to my next interactive erotica book and will start editing it next week. This week I am still unpacking and making sense of where everything goes. My study consists of a computer desk, computer, writing altar and 89 boxes. I have no idea where to put the stuff in those boxes as the apartment layout is a bit smaller than my last. I foresee a lot of things going into the garage.

I have a rather overly ambitious idea for a series of novels about a magical cult leader who tries to change the world. Each book would be about a different member of this cult and it would have equal amounts of pulp action and magical erotica. The more I think about it, the bigger it gets and I feel that at my current rate of writing, it is too big of a project to attempt. It doesn’t help that my interactive fiction sells three times as much as my normal fiction. I have every reason NOT to do it but the idea won’t leave my head and as creative folks know, that pretty much means I will be doing it anyway.

Oh well, time for me to open more boxes and hopefully find the stand that the monitor goes on. Tune in tomorrow when I will talk about my favorite erotica book I read during the moving process.

 

Jan 022017
 

I made it through the end of December without watching or reading a single “Year in Review” for 2016. Talk about a period of time I don’t want to think about. There was too much death and too much death of hope.

In the past I have scoffed at the idea of the focus of New Year’s as some sort of special time where you should do new things but man, this year I get it. I haven’t been this desperate for a new beginning in a long time.

My wife has a job possibility in Wisconsin. The holidays slowed down the hiring company and we are expected to get some sort of an answer January 10th. All indications are that they would want her to start working by the start of February. That is an insanely short amount of time to move but hey, weirder things have happened. If it plays out, she would be at a much better, higher paying job at a major company. By any definition, that would be a fresh start for 2017.

Of course, if it doesn’t work out, we start 2017 with a big disappointment. Well, shit happens.

I am about 2/3 of the way through my next interactive erotica book and the plan is to finish it this month. That plan goes out the window if I have to pack the apartment but I will happily take that delay. The book is about adultery and it is very different from my usual writing but that was on purpose. After spending two years writing about aliens, it was nice to write about banging your sister-in-law at a family reunion. It might be the most mundane thing I have ever written. I am curious how it will be received.

My other project is I want to create a grimoire of modern demons. Researching medieval demons, I was impressed by how there was a demon for almost every bad habit, slight misfortune or minor inconvenience. There is something therapeutic about having a demon name for the shitty thing that is bothering you. Once you name something and can visualize it, it gets a tiny bit easier to deal with the problem. I would like to try my hand at labeling and containing some of my own demons as well as addressing other demonic perils we all face. Plus, I think it would be a fun project to work on for a year.

This year marks seven years of writing Vaquel stories. Last year, Vaquel traveled through a region of space inspired by the wild frontiers of the Wild West. This year she will travel through a civilized part of space controlled by a government called the Carefully Managed Democracy. I wanted to play around with bureaucracy and contrast the problems that civilized space brings. This was an idea I have planned for since the end of 2015 so I had no idea I would be writing these stories at the time of a possible new dictatorship in my own universe. My goal is to write about a perfectly well meaning but cumbersome government as opposed to parodying real events but hey, you never know what inspirations 2017 may bring.

My other goals this year are more vague. I want to do another comic script for Gnosis College but I am not sure about what. I would also like to write a comic script for Lon Ryden’s Little Green Bastards. The next interactive erotica story after the one I am writing will most likely be about being in a sex magic cult, complete with a description of your initiate rank when you complete the book.

Other than that, I leave the rest of the year open. New opportunities will arise as well as new ideas. It is always good to have something in mind to write when nothing else is there, as well as making sure you don’t overbook yourself to the point that new ideas have to wait until 2018.

I wish you well in 2017. May you this year be better than the last. May you find new delights that you weren’t expecting.

Nov 282016
 

20160605113758_1Renowned Explorers, (which I will call RE because I can never spell Renowned on my first try) is a computer game about managing a team of three adventurers to go explore strange lands for fame, glory, money and all of their treasure. It is set in a vague time period that might be the 19th century but is certainly far more interesting than any real time period in our mundane world. Along the way, you may encounter scary cultists, aggressive pirates, friendly natives and really mean llamas.

Technically, RE is everything I look for in a game. For one thing, it is turn based which is great for my slowing reflexes. Second, it is procedurely generated which means no two expeditions to the same place plays out the same way. There will almost always be something new to discover. Third, you pick a team of three out of twenty distinct adventurers, each with their own personalities, strengths, weaknesses and interactions with each other. These characters grow with experience and you choose the skills they learn. In other words, this game plays a lot like a tabletop miniatures or RPG game.

The other high point is the approach to combat. If you tire of endless killing things, RE  feels your pain. For every fight, you can either fight your way out, be super nice to people and befriend them or be a jerk and insult/terrify your way through an encounter. This creates a rock/paper/scissors approach that I was dubious of at first but found it to be wonderfully complex as you dive deeper into it. There are advantages and disadvantages to both but it allows you to play a game that changes depending on what you are in the mood to do.

Of course, the most important thing about this game is that it is fun. There is a lot of self aware explorer humor in this game, and the way it treats indigenous people is a delight. You will encounter Necromancers who act like small children. Beware of the mocking monkeys. Be prepared to tell a lot of jokes to the Witch Doctor.

There is a DLC for it that I highly recommend as it adds campfire stories to the game. These stories further flesh out the already fascinating explorers.

This is one of my most played computer games for 2016 and I suspect I will be playing a lot of it in 2017 as well.

Nov 252016
 

I know everyone is busy buying anything not nailed down but I have a big favor to ask of you this weekend.

My interactive erotica book, Taken By the Aliens is doing really well but for some reason, it has yet to have an Amazon Review. I get it, porn readers often don’t want to own up to reading porn but reviews do matter and I would really like at least one. Okay, maybe three. Really, I would love to have five raving great reviews but I will take one.

So please leave a review and I will be terribly grateful. also be sure to contact me and let me know you wrote a review so I can be grateful towards you.

Nov 102016
 

So the human shit stain, Donald Trump, got elected. On Tuesday night I was in shock, Wednesday I was depressed and now on Thursday, I have no idea what I am now.

Some people say start fighting now and others say take some time to heal. If George W. Bush taught me anything it was that this shit goes on for years. You got to find a pace that works for you. Don’t let someone else pressure you to do anything. You know yourself best, you’ll figure out what to do.

I will be fighting this administration. I will donate money and time to opposing the evil they try to inflict. I will be there for my friends and family who are hurt by this man.

But I doubt I will do that here on this blog. I mean, sure, my stories will always be liberal in orientation, that will never change. I just mean that I won’t use my blog to do the fighting because quite frankly, I have other more effective platforms to use.

This blog will primarily be a sanctuary. The media will saturate you with whatever horrors this administration inflicts but this blog will be a place to read porn and entertainment. When your family is being deported and you lose your health insurance; this will be the place you can come to get away from it all.

Which means I need to give you a reason to come here. I like posting one story a month as I write novels but I can do other things. Expect a LOT more recommendations for movies, comics, books and other things. Expect more writing essays. Expect a lot more art that I have commissioned or bought.

We will get through this. We  will survive and thrive. We will see the end of this evil, together.

Sep 142016
 

The wife came out of gall bladder surgery okay. It was supposed to take 15 minutes but ended up taking an hour and a half. her gall bladder was inflamed and much larger than they expected. The doctor said it was on the verge of bursting so it was good we got to it when we did.

The nurse gave my wife a long list of things not to do and then ten minutes later on the ride home, the wife gave me highly detailed arguments for why she should be allowed to do just about anything on the list. It was pretty funny. She was dopey on pain medication but still super smart. It resulted in her talking like a five year old with a really advanced vocabulary.

She has the rest of the week off, and I think Monday as well. Hopefully I can sit her down in front of Netflix and she will keep out of trouble.

Sep 092016
 

My wife has had terrible stomach pains for the last few weeks. Early on the doctor thought it was acid reflux but some tests have shown it is gall stones. We plan to have her gall bladder removed and luckily that is an easy operation.

What was not easy was that when the doctor said he had an opening on Tuesday, my wife started to list the reasons why work wouldn’t make that possible. She had deadlines. She had things due. There was no one to cover. Maybe she could have the surgery in a week or two.

I recognized that behavior. I think we all do it. At some point, we treat our health like a resource to be spent. We stay up late to get work done and figure we will take the hit tomorrow. We go in sick because we figure our discomfort is not as bad as failing our responsibilities. We push our health to hit our goals.

And you know, I used to do that too, especially when I was younger. I bet every one of my younger readers here are doing it now. We act this way because our bosses and the companies we work for treat us as resources and that mindset filters down to us. It is insidious.

So I’m going to tell you something young and old people, work doesn’t give a shit. The phone company won’t regret your serious injury because you sacrificed for them. The university won’t have a change of heart because you ruined your marriage for their needs. You are just someone that works for them and when it comes right down to it, you have to be your own labor union and advocate for yourself.

In the end, my wife skipped her boss and went straight to Human Resources. The people there got her started on the paperwork for paid medical leave. They told her to go to surgery right away. When my wife went to her boss, her boss wanted to make my wife use up her vacation days for her time away in addition to delaying the surgery until some projects done. Fortunately, my wife listened to me and will be having her surgery on Tuesday.

So please keep that in mind. You only get one body for this weird world. Take care of it even if it disagrees with the interests of your corporate owners.

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Aug 302016
 

I was sad to hear that Gene Wilder passed away yesterday. Not only was he a fantastic actor but by all acounts he was a fantastic human being and nice guy.

Long before I appreciated his fantastic comedic work as Leo Bloom and FrankenSTEEN, I knew him as the mysterious and ever cool Mr. Wonka. Gene Wilder’s portrayal as Willy Wonka was and continues to be a huge influence on how I think a wizard should act. Also how a dom should act. Hell, pretty much how any powerful and wise being should act. There was a playfulness to the role that had a constant current of something sinister. You were sure that Wonka was a good guy but you were never sure if he was a nice guy and that ambiguity is something I learn from every time I watch the movie.

I have no idea where Gene Wilder is going now but I am certain that when he gets there, it will become a better place.

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May 012016
 

trialbycuriositycoverI was invited by the fantastic Dr. Faustus to write a guest issue for his long running webcomic, Tales of Gnosis College. The series concerns a certain special college where every other staff member or student is involved in mad science of an erotic nature. Every story is crammed with sex, science and wonderful plots.

As you can imagine, this was right in my area of expertise and I produced a story about a sorority testing their pledges. Creepy rooms, bondage and strangeness abound. It was a joy to write in Faustus’ universe and an even bigger joy to be able to tell a story and watch that story get illustrated by the great Lon Ryden.

This may be a guest appearance but I can assure you, if you are a fan of mine, this story is 100% what you would expect as a dirty webcomic from me. It is a self contained story with no previous Gnosis knowledge necessary.  I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out.

A new page posts every day starting with today’s lovely cover.

Cover Image is owned by Dr. Faustus and Lon Ryden.

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Apr 272016
 

Amber sat down on the seat of the riding lawnmower. The hot plastic felt like a frying pan against her naked butt. She winced and gripped the wheel as her body acclimated to the heat.

Rachel, her domme, smirked. Amber had never seen her fully smile. She wondered if it was a domme thing or maybe just a Rachel thing. The older woman didn’t like questions.

“Quit your bitching,” Rachel said even though Amber hadn’t said anything. “The grass needs to be cut and you won’t see me doing it.”

Amber bit her lip. Sure, the grass needed to be cut but did she have to be naked to cut it? She wanted to say it but she could guess the answer and it would involve a lot of unpleasant slapping.

Rachel wasn’t finished. She picked up a Von Madd Thigh-Crusher vibrator and placed it against Amber’s thigh so that the large round dome at the end was pressed against Amber’s shaven sex. When she had it exactly where she wanted, she wrapped duct tape around Amber’s thigh to secure the vibrator in place.

“Oh Jesus,” Amber moaned and Rachel smirked again.

“Alright,” Rachel said. “Remember, I want even lines. If you do that curvy wave shit again I am going to take it out of your ass. I want a nice clean mowed yard.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amber said.

Rachel flipped the switch on the vibrator. It roared to life and power vibrations pounded Amber’s sex.

Amber gasped. The vibrations were overwhelming. She involuntarily spread her legs to get vibrator away from her sex.

WHAP! Rachel slapped Amber’s thigh. “Keep your legs together you little whore. And get to work!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Amber yelled. She closed her legs and shuddered under the force of the vibrator. Her finger missed the ignition button on the lawnmower but she clicked it on her third try.

The lawnmower engine fired up. It was loud but Amber was sure that the Von Madd vibrator was louder. She placed her foot over the gas pedal and released the brake. The lawnmower surged forward, jamming her sex onto the head of the evil vibrator.

Amber directed the lawnmower to the border between Rachel’s yard and the yard next door. It was hard to tell where one yard in the trailer park ended and the other started but Amber tried her best. If she got it wrong, she had no doubt that Rachel would correct her.

When she decided her spot, Amber began her straight line. She kept her hands tight on the wheel no matter how distracting the vibrator was. Rachel liked straight lines. Amber also liked being able to sit on her ass without crying. She guided the lawnmower as best she could.

The vibrator never ceased. It pulsed endlessly against Amber’s soaking wet sex. She tried to move her thigh but there was not much leg room on the lawnmower and she needed to keep her foot on the pedal. All she could do was ride and bear it.

The hot sun bore down on her. Sweat dripped all over her body. A pool formed in the seat of the lawnmower but Amber knew that wasn’t just sweat.

She reached the end of the yard and began her turn. Ever so carefully she turned the lumbering mower one hundred and eighty degrees. It turned as the vibrator continuously abused her sex. It turned as Amber struggled to hold onto the plastic wheel with her sweaty hands. It turned as the smell of cut grass filled Amber’s sinuses.

Amber began the second row of cutting. An orgasm threatened to explode within her. She didn’t know what to do. If she came, there was no way that she would be able to drive straight. The smart thing would be to stop and climax but Rachel didn’t like that. Her mistress called that wasting gas.

Biting her lips didn’t help. Sometimes she could stop an orgasm by pinching her nipple but she didn’t dare stop using two hands on the wheel. That just left pure force of will to keep from coming. Amber tried to focus on keeping the lawnmower straight and hoping that concentration could somehow ignore an orgasm.

It was impossible. The vibrations from the vibrator were intense but the lawnmower itself provided more sensations. The rumbling of the machine, the jiggling of her tits and the sensation-play of the sun combined to make Amber hyper-aware of her body.

She climaxed. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the wheel. She screamed her pleasure as she struggled to keep the lawnmower straight.

The wheel barely turned. Amber compensated and kept going straight. Maybe the deviation was too small for Rachel to notice.

Maybe.

Amber’s sex quivered as the vibrator kept pulsing. She was extremely sensitive after coming but there was nothing she could do. New tears came to her eyes that had nothing to do with sweat.

Someone waved at her from the trailer next door. It was Mr. Surry. He leaned against the rail of his deck while sipping from a glass.

Amber’s already flushed face blushed even deeper. This was the part she hated the most. Every one knew that Rachel hated mowing her grass. As soon as they heard the lawnmower, the neighbors came out to watch. Rachel never shared her submissive but she had no problem parading her on grass cutting day.

She reached the end of the yard near the road. Amber slowed down and spun the wheel around. The lawnmower slowly turned. She got it facing the right direction and began the long drive to cut a new row.

Mr. Surry was still watching. Amber tried to ignore him as the vibrator buzzed between her legs. Sweat gleamed on her naked body but she tried not to think about it. She kept her mind on the mostly straight line ahead of her.

Another orgasm bloomed within her. It grew and burst before she knew it. Her eyes closed in pleasure before snapping back open in fear. Thankfully, her hands had kept the wheel straight.

“Oh Jesus,” Amber moaned. She was only on the third row of grass to be cut and her pussy was a sensitive over-stimulated mess. How much more could she endure? More importantly, could she keep the damn lines straight?

On the fourth row she tried a new way to spread her legs and keep her foot on the pedal. It gave her sex a break but she came dangerously close to drifting the lawnmower to the right so she had to stop.

On the fifth row, Mr. Surry started to record her with his cell phone. She just knew he would be uploading the video to their neighbors later.

On the sixth row, Amber climaxed. The pleasure was secondary to the sensitized tenderness she was experiencing. She doubted that she would be able to climax again.

On the seventh row, she climax again. She also jerked the wheel as she came which caused her to leave her carefully driven lane.

On the eight row, Amber tried to cover the mistake she made by driving over most of the seventh row. All the while, the powerful vibrator hummed away at the most sensitive part of her body.

On the ninth row, Amber panted from the heat and vibrations. Her arms ached from the tension of trying to drive straight. She felt her pussy going numb from all of the stimulation.

Rachel came out of the trailer. She carried a tall glass of lemonade with one hand while the other hand waved at Amber to stop. As Amber pulled to a stop, Rachel came over and switched the vibrator off.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Amber said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Drink,” Rachel ordered and handed her the glass.

The lemonade was freshly made and with little sugar. The sourness attacked her tongue but Amber was thankful anyway. She forced herself to drink slowly.

“Mr. Surry is watching,” Rachel said. “Dirty motherfucker.”

Amber said nothing but she was glad that Rachel agreed. She kept sipping the tart lemonade.

“It looks like the Cleves are watching too,” Rachel said.

Amber glanced to her left and choked on her lemonade. Oh shit, she hadn’t even noticed them! The husband and wife were on their deck, each with a pair of binoculars.

“Are you embarrassed by them watching?” Rachel asked.

“Yes,” Amber said. “Very, very much.”

Rachel nodded sympathetically. “It sucks to be leered at. It makes one feel like a piece of meat. It is fucking degrading that one can’t do chores without being gawked at.”

Amber nodded and took a sip of lemonade. Her mistress understood!

“Oh, I saw you trying to mow over your mistake earlier,” Rachel said. The smirk was back and Amber’s blood ran cold.

“When you finish with our yard, drive over to Mrs. Surry and do his yard. After that, go over and do the Cleve’s.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amber said. There was nothing else to say.