I had originally planned to write this post about differences between fantasy versus reality when it came to subjects of the sexually taboo, but the research I made on this subject opened up a larger reservoir of information for me to share about fantasies, in general. As authors of erotica and smut, we often like to push the boundaries of what’s possible in the otherwise vanilla sexual encounters we are more used to on a day-to-day basis. For many, this has meant stepping into the realm of the magical, supernatural, and sci-fi. For others, they push the line of the socially acceptable. Surprisingly enough, even the things that cause us to retch in disgust can also capture our attention, driving us to want more.
The other day, I received a message from my wife about a job her father was contracted to do. For context, her father is a ventilation contractor and tinsmith, and often takes jobs way out of town. His client is a successful entrepreneur who owns several bars and a couple strip clubs and was now opening a swingers club in Montreal. An interesting tidbit she also shared with me was an offer this club owner extended to his patrons, offering free food and drink at the grand opening party for everyone who buys a paid membership before opening day. More than 1,400 have already signed up, which kinda took my breath away. I mean, I knew swinging was becoming more mainstream among couples, but I didn’t know the lifestyle had grown so large that 1,400 people within driving distance of this club would readily sign up on such short notice. Naturally, I was curious to learn more.
I’ve been thinking over this for a while after a conversation I had with a friend some time ago. I had mentioned how hearing about the personal fantasies of others really helps with creating plots for erotica, at least for me. My friend then mentioned that they had a private list of fantasies and sexual acts they wanted to perform with their partner. I won’t go into details, but I remembered the name my friend used for that list: “The Fuck-et list”. There’s no arguing the clear reference to the Bucket List with Morgan Freeman, and how it relates to one’s sexuality.
Erotic Hypnosis is already an incredibly popular sub-genre of both written erotica, and porn, which entails one character or actor being hypnotized by another for the purposes of turning them into an obedient sexual partner. In recent years, it’s been gradually introduced into the BDSM community as a new extension of D/s practices. For hypnosubs(if I can call them that) it creates an entirely new opportunity to show vulnerability to their dommes by surrendering control of their mind itself. What follows can vary anywhere from roleplay in the form of guided mind journeys, to full-on mentally-induced orgasms. Others have used the practice to also condition their partners to overcome certain fears or mindsets when it comes to sex.
I think a lot of non-vanilla types have trouble talking about their preferences with a new dating partner. Usually it stems from a bad experience of scaring someone off early in a relationship. What is the best way to open up a discussion about things like bdsm or inviting a third person to join in?
I received a request some time ago for a story involving a Daddy Dom, and his little. At first, I didn’t think it would be too hard to do, as I’ve seen Daddy dom/little relationships in the past. As I began doing some research into this particular BDSM lifestyle, I found that this lifestyle is actually far more complex than I initially though. In my prior experiences, I had only ever seen the sex side of the relationship. At the time, I assumed that’s all there was: two consenting adults enjoying sex with each other, and each roleplaying their part as the sweet, innocent girl, and the protective, dominant male. In reality, there is far more to it than that.
Recently, I’ve been reading several posts from other bloggers, friends on Facebook, and on several other websites, about the topic of bisexuality. In almost all of these cases, there seems to be a huge conundrum over whether or not these men and women feel like they always have to validate themselves to the people around them. Saddest of all, is the struggle to feel accepted, both with friends and family, and within their own group. It breaks my heart to see so many people have to deal with those who say bisexuality doesn’t exist, leading them to question their own identity.
As I was doing some research for an upcoming story involving cuckoldry, I realized there was much more to this fetish than first meets the eye. As a writer of erotica, I like to understand why people take part in certain fetishes, and what appeals to them to commit to it. In turn, I like to share what I find with you, so readers can understand more about what arouses them, and writers can use the knowledge for their own work as well. It’s simple enough to proclaim that some people are just weak-willed, or easily manipulated because they’ll never do any better. But there’s much more to it than meets the eye. Cuckoldry is actually far more psychological than it is sociological, and is not at all limited to less than average-looking men. Nor is it limited to just men.
Now here’s a subject I’ve been getting excited about for a while. The topic of lingerie has been hotly debated for years and years, from both men and women alike, regarding whether or not paying hundreds of dollars for something that will come off within thirty seconds is really worth it. Much of the time, the argument is broken down into topics of comfort, durability(does it tear easily?), accessibility, and of course, the cost. All of these things are good things to consider when getting lingerie for yourself, or for your lover. But, is that all there really is to it?
Some of you may remember some time ago when I posted an Erotic Bites story called New Membership, I wrote about a couple who become members of a lifestyle club in downtown Nashville. I was inspired to write about this club after learning about it’s existence. Yes, it’s a real place, it’s in downtown Nashville, and it really is an exclusive club where people will dance, swing, and explore their own sexuality. It may seem surprising to the uninitiated, but these kinds of clubs are much more prevalent than you would think, with similar establishments in nearly every major city across the country. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself. Depending on where you live, there could be one just within driving distance.
I can still recall the first time I raised my hand up, held my palm open, and swung it down onto the tender flesh of a woman’s buttocks. The room rang with a sharp, satisfying tone, followed by a whimper of pleasure and pain. The pale skin on her rear was already turning pink, and formed the shape of my hand. She took a breath, dipped her head, looked back at me with her brown eyes, and said, “Again”. Ok, so maybe that was how my second experience in spanking went.