Yikes, a creative erotic writing site and the first two posts are blog-esque?  Gross.

Complications, as always, derailed a perfectly unplanned yet hopeful day. 

Dashed upon the rocks, left for dead in the hungry waves.

There was some good news to come from today though, it turns out my dallying about across the countryside has not caused any lingering undesirables to claim me.  Be a good sexual citizen, get checked up once in a while.

If I’m unable to properly write anything sexy, I figured I may as well talk about what kind of sexy I tend to gravitate towards.  Most of my writings center around the theme of control, or more precisely, a lack of control.  The idea of losing control goes hand in hand with my general lean towards being submissive sexually.  Although a submissive has some semblance of control, most of it is relinquished to the other, dominant person.  Well, relinquished or taken away.  I lean more towards the taken away part.

I’ve got a number of stories I’m going to have to rewrite if I can’t find traces of them anywhere else, but a lot of my homosexual writing has to do with a man struggling with his bisexuality and giving into that struggle by either giving up his control or losing his control to another man (and sometimes a woman).  

One of my early favorite bisexually curious thoughts I don’t think I ever turned into a story but it was a fairly basic concept.  It was a fantasy of mine to be taken advantage of by my boss at work.  I think the problem was that I was never really attracted to him, and to be fair I’ve never been attracted to any man really, not in the same way I’m attracted to women.  When I think of sex with men they’re mainly faceless, muscular bodies with a huge cock.  (That might be a good smut story for the ladies, The Faceless Men And Their Twelve Pound Cocks).

So my fantasy would be that I’d get caught fucking around at work, looking at porn or whatever and I’d get called into my bosses office.  I’d be desperate because I was married with a young family and my wife didn’t work.  The concept isn’t hard to flesh out really, me begging and offering to do anything to not lose my job.  Eventually I end up on my knees under the boss's desk and choking on his dick.  Only I wouldn’t stop it there.

When thinking about this fantasy I would never focus too much on the sexual acts but moreso how far the ramifications could go.  As the character in the story I wasn’t just going to suck the boss’s cock once and have it all be over, I was going to end up being his personal cock sleeve.  He would celebrate a quarter by cumming in my mouth.

He would let off steam by slapping his dick across my face and making me beg for it.

He would take his frustration out from his wife yapping at him on a phone call by bending me over his desk and fucking me.

I wasn’t just giving up a one time thing, it was going to be at his whim.  I belonged to him at that point and I was his personal fuck toy.  Of course its not like I didn’t like it, but at the same time I didn’t treat it as something I would want either.  The struggle of needing it but not wanting it is a lot of fun to write.  The mental aspect and thinking of the various ways I’m being used until my mind pops and the hungry, horny caterpillar takes over suck, suck, sucking until he’s empty.

The kinks are all multi-layered, usually.  I’ve always enjoyed the blackmail kink because it allowed me to partake in it without having to say it was my choice. 
“Oh, so you like sucking cock huh?“
“No, oh no.  He made me do it, I had no choice.  What else could I have done?”

Which allows for another layer of the control kink.  Having the control taken away of wanting to actually do it, while also giving into those deep desires (or discovering them, which is always a lot of fun) and being able to finally suck that cock I’ve so desperately thought about my entire adult life.

Giving up control to be someone’s cock sleeve is a basic, needy, horny form of the kink, but there are other forms that aren’t exactly traditional but still lean towards the submissive side.  One that I’m usually excited by is control over the use of my dick by chastity, usually in the form of a chastity cage (or cock cage as commonly referred to).  So far the aesthetic is much more fun than the practicality as I purchased a metal chastity cage on a whim somewhat recently and it doesn't quit fit the way I had hoped (my dick slipped out of it fairly easily).

I think this is all just a long-winded way of me saying that I'm a very submissive person and, so, my writing leans that way heavily. I'm either writing about a man taking advantage of me and turning me gay or a woman having me on my knees sucking the heel to her stiletto. The woman would tease and deny me orgasm by stroking me to the point of just before ejaculation and then stopping, causing my body to pulse and crumble as my cum dribbles out in pure exasperated frustration. The man fucking me and stroking my cock, making me cum while his cock is in my ass and telling me to admit what a faggot I am and that I only want to have sex with men for the rest of my life.
Its all a mental, twisted game with me but its one that is able to get me off nearly every single time.

That isn't to say everything I write will be like that, but don't be surprised when I post three or four needy stories about a man being used and like a fleshlight.

Happy Friday

xoxo