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Another story from Sexpocalypse 

My favorite story from Sexpocalypse (Yes that is the title. I've already sourced a cover artist.) 

So there's a lot of sex stories I'm not working on, what am I actually working on? 

Another story I never got around to writing:

A high-achiever is in college, in a women's studies course, and is hearing about the ways in which women's goals are shaped and limited by the expectations of society. This gets her to thinking about how she's been shaped by the expectations of others. She realizes that the only time she's really happy is when she's in her bed at night masturbating about being a subby gangbang pet. Everything else is just the shit she does to make her family happy.

So she goes to the frat house and works out a deal: they take care of her and she'll be their housepet. She'll disappear into a life of service and joyful depravity.

I figure she eventually gets taken out of the house and passed around between alums, spending a few months in one house before moving on to the next, watching these people lead the rich and successful lives she walked away from, and never regretting her choice.

There is interesting discourse in modern philosophy of feminism about a better way to describe the difference between good sex and bad sex.

"Consent" as a concept--while useful because of how widely understood it is--is flawed. It comes to us from contract law, and carries baggage from that which is harmful when applied to sex. People have a common understanding of consent which doesn't translate well. That's why folks more involved in sexual ethics typically add modifiers like "continuous" and "enthusiastic," which become cumbersome to say, will be difficult to integrate into people's common understanding of what sexual consent is.

I'm not as plugged into the debate as I'd like to be, but I find it kinda fascinating and look forward to learning more as the conversation develops.

Another unwritten story from my seemingly endless archives. This one is kinda gross. 

Another unwritten story from my seemingly endless archives. This one is kinda gross. 

Another story that's been sitting in my backlog for a million years:

Devices are secretly implanted in a number of subject's brains. They transmit audio, video, and other data to a remote operations center. They also allow the folks in the operations center to artificially impose certain emotions on the subject. The idea is to see if more direct pavlovian conditioning is any more effective than the regular kind. Instead of ringing a bell and giving a dog food, you ring a bell and transmit feelings of hunger into the dog's brain.

The story would follow a division specifically researching arousal. They'd do things like wait for a person to experience something humiliating, then transmit sexual arousal into their brains to see if they could force the subject to develop a humiliation kink. That sorta thing.

Story could be written as a series of dispassionate logs, covering multiple subjects and multiple experiments.

(Possibly very inspired by how my entire self identity in my 20s was based off of academic achievement, which led to a complete collapse of self when I started falling behind and eventually had to drop out of college.)

Kink meta/jokes 

Another story idea that has been sitting in my draft notebook for ages:

There's a pair of college roomates. One of them is in a D/s relationship, and doesn't hide it. Her Dom comes over and orders her around, spanks her, etc. Protag thinks its weird, but the two are reasonably polite and respectful of her space. If anything, the Dom forces protag's roommate to be more conscientious. Punishes her for failing to clean dishes or for leaving clothes on the floor, etc. So the Protag doesn't complain.

As college students do, the Protag's attentions drift from her studies, and she gets some really bad grades. It tears her up inside. Feels lots of guilt and shame, tries to course-correct, but she has fallen behind.

Unsure of what to do with herself, she shows the bad grades to her roomate's dom, submits to a spanking, lets him enforce a study schedule for her. They don't fuck, but the story ends with her knowing he could tell her to do anything he wanted and she'd obey.

my sexual awakening 

Sometimes I wish I was at least a *little bit* gay or subby or something.

I don't feel any shame about being a cishet white dom, but it's limiting. I'd like to write stories about femdom, or gay dudes, or something. I've tried. There's no way to breathe any life into erotica if it doesn't arouse me. Things just fall flat.

I am at least a tiny bit gender fluid, so there's that. But that just means that sometimes when I write about dudes sexually oppressing ladies, I'm imagining myself as the lady. Not exactly outside the box, yo.

I've got this other story sitting around somewhere about a couple from a deeply patriarchal space-faring culture. Dude and his engineer wife come upon an unscrupulous person selling mechanized control collars. Rare, illegal. Put 'em on a person and it gives you all sorts of control over them.

The wife is most excited about buying them. She wants him to put one on her because to be perfectly submissive and obedient is her cultural ideal, and the idea of giving him even more control delights her.

The couple then set about 'collecting' a crew of other women using the collars. They spend most of their time in space, never on any world for more than a few days, so it's easy enough not to be noticed.

Somewhere I've got backgrounds for each of the women. I recall one of them was going to be an officer of the law who'd caught on to what they were doing, and had to be collared to keep her quiet.

Never enough time to write everything I want to write, I tell you.

I've got a draft sitting around somewhere about a Wizard who gets bored with dominating the uneducated, docile women of the strongly patriarchal time in which he lives.

So he looks forward through time, and pulls a woman back through time shortly after she gets her PhD. He doesn't do anything to control her, but she finds that the only way she can live in this time is to rely on him, and he has demanding expectations of her.

I regret how many stories I wrote because I was afraid people wouldn't enjoy sex stories about wizards and time travel.

Story idea 

Sex Dreams 

A couple times now, people I know on my main account have been boosted into my timeline on my hornt account.

Every time I'm all THEY FOUND ME! BURN THE DOCUMENTS! NO ONE CAN KNOW ABOUT THIS!!!

Then I remember the fediverse is just kinda small.

Looking back over my own work, I seem to think tragedy is the form best suited to making stuff erotic.

I don't know what that says about me.

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