Dirty Sheets

Archive for April, 2009

After watching Mistress Miaro Takes Over The World, Carrot and Ilsther have a little discussion, among other things.

Notes:
– M/F
– Vanilla
– Short!
– Apparently, I can only adequately describe one orgasm per scene.

Warnings:
– None, as far as I can tell. Oh, wait, I used the word ‘cock’, once.

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Carrot giggled as the closing credits rolled. “That was pretty good. I wonder if there are any plans for a sequel?”

“It wasn’t bad,” Ilsther said, sitting up and stretching. “Well, there’s certainly plenty of opportunity for one.”

“True. I have to admit I wasn’t sure I’d like it… But Mistress Miaro seemed awfully reasonable. I liked her rules, particularly ‘no whining’.” She sat up herself, leaning forward and catching hold of her toes.

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From the rules for a call for submissions (and given the theme of the anthologies, I giggle every time I read that phrase):

My biggest pet peeve with the submissions I’ve rejected in the past is lack of characterization/jumping into the BDSM scene too quickly.

[snip!]Stories should be 1,500 – 4,000 words[...]

Okay, so you don’t want things to move too quickly, but…you don’t want more than 4,000 words. This doesn’t make sense, to me — if you want character pieces, or you want stories that only touch on BDSM in oblique ways (rather than being the focus/driving force), then you need to say so.

Maybe I’m completely confused, or totally naive, but I kind of thought the point of BDSM – whatever point in the graph you occupy – was that spelling things out; being clear and precise about what you actually want (or don’t) was one of the main underpinnings. That’s what attracts my attention, anyhow — I much prefer it when people actually say what they mean to say, instead of saying something and expecting others to some how intuit or interpret what it is they intend.

…But again, I could be talking through out of my hat, too. It’s been known to happen. *Sigh* I just don’t know if I’m going to be able to write anything for this particular call for submissions… Maybe I should just ask what it is that the editor actually wants in terms of stories. I mean, they did mention it in the text that came with the guidelines/rules, but looking at the two things I pulled out above just makes me wonder. Or maybe I’m overthinking! Gah. Time for a nap.

An article on Yahoo about Ten Things You Might Not Know About Love had this as the last item:

10. Love is a wonder drug. No, really. As if there weren’t enough reasons to put on some Barry White, here’s more good news about physical intimacy. During a sensual encounter, your body pumps out 200 percent more endorphins (those feel-good chemicals responsible for a runner’s high), according to a recent Johns Hopkins University study. Other research has found that physical intimacy relieves headaches and zaps mild depression instantly. The adrenaline released can act as a natural antihistamine, clearing up the winter snuffles. One study even showed it was 10 times more effective than Valium at giving people a calm, contented feeling. No Rx required!

I know someone who, when they were/are unmedicated their demand/need for an orgasm increases ridiculously, and when they’re medicated (in addition to being MUCH more pleasant to be around) their sex drive nosedives. Yes, the meds do list sex-drive suppression as a side-effect, but I wonder how much of that is actually the meds and how much is going from wanting/needing an orgasm (and its related endorphins/serotonin) every [X] units of time to -not- wanting/needing one.

Also, I’m not linking to the article, because it annoys me that the author couldn’t bring themselves to use the word ’sex’. It’s not dirty and it won’t make you explode! Oi.

All right. I FINALLY wrote it, and now Caleb is happy. I hope other people like it, too… I personally am not too sure how I feel about it. I mean, I don’t hate it — if I did, I’d say so — but I can’t decide if I’m missing something or…um…something. Right. Must be time for notes and warnings.

Notes/Warnings:
– M/M
– Guy who looks like a guy in a dress
– Spanking/discipline/punishment/whatever you wanna call it
– A threat that has real weight behind it
– Not too much in the way of swearing
– If you read this before I posted it here, you’ll notice that I removed a small part of it. I want to rewrite that, or perhaps write something that uses that bit as a jumping-off point… Not that it’ll be happening any time soon, since I’ve got Mistress Miaro’s Laundry Room, more Carrot/Ilsther fun, Rick/Conrad, and Lord only knows what else in the works/on my list… Yay!

If you’re not into corporal punishment, you should give this one a miss. Otherwise, you know you want to do what I always invite you to do:

Enjoy, or something!

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Caleb picked up the phone. "House of Secrets and Knives, Caleb speaking."

"The playroom in the West wing. One hour. Be late and you’ll regret it." The Master’s voice was hard.

"Yes, sir!" Caleb nodded, even though Master couldn’t see him, and hung up. Being summoned to the playroom meant that Master was going to do something about his little underwear violation from last week… He hoped so, anyhow. Master had promised, after all!

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I love amature porn. I was looking for clips of people spanking/being spanked so’s to get something of a better idea of what I’m writing about (no, really! …Why are you looking at me like that?) and I found this one. The spanking isn’t bad. It’s a little more vanilla than I was really looking for, but y’know, there’s nothing wrong with vanilla. I like vanilla. *Waves a hand* The thing about the clip for me that took it from ‘ooh, hot!’ to ‘oooh dear’ was the fact that near the end, a little white dog hops up on the couch. And looking at the living room behind the pair, you can tell that they didn’t do much to disguise the house. Sure, you have no idea what either of them look like, what with his head being cut off and her face obscured by her hair, but the house? Not so much.

Anyhow, I have to run off and do other things. After while, I’ll post my current project, and like that.

…but nothing useful therein. *Sigh* *Laugh* Oh well. Anyhow, things that shoooould be up here in the near future include, but may not be limited to:
– More Carrot/Ilsther smutty fun
– Carrot and porn
– The long-promised Caleb Gets Spanked piece
– Conrad and Rick get busy

I’ve been on a real roll, of late (writing at least a little something every day since last Tuesday, I think), and I’m going to try to keep it up. If I can get something submittable, I may even do it! Submitting what, where, by when I don’t know yet, but I’ve got a few leads to check.

I really think I’d rather write fiction for a living than do anything else. I just don’t know if I’m going to be able to do so — the current Amazon debacle is beginning to make me wonder if I’m just doomed to be some sort of Office Bitch for the rest of my life. *whimper*

I think it’s because I have more than enough of my own excited follicles to last me a lifetime, but I really don’t like hairy men. They’re just… Ew. *Flaps hands* I know there are plenty of people out there, male and female, who think that I’m insane for feeling this way, but there it is. I just don’t like it. This is not to say I demand all men to be as hairless as the bottom of a baby’s foot, because I don’t mind _some_ hair — it just has to be where I think it “should” be, namely: under arms, on forearms/legs, groin, and last but not least between navel and groin. I’m sort of torn on stubble; on the one hand I occasionally find it extremely attractive, other times not so much. While I _do_ appreciate a full head of hair, balding and bald can be hot, too.

All of the foregoing was just so I could say this: that’s why pretty much none of my characters has hair except where it’s “supposed” to be, male or female. (And weirdly enough, I think that ALL of my female characters are all-natural down south. *Blinkblink* I didn’t know that until just now. Well, okay, so I knew Carrot was, but that’s mostly because when I came across “have a bit of curly greens” as a euphemism for ‘having sex’, she about fell overboard she was laughing so hard. When she calmed down, she pointed out that her drapes match the carpet, which is composed indeed of “curly greens”. And then she laughed some more.)

I just realized that it’s May, next month. And you know what that means… *Grins at various couples/trios/quads, most of whom pointedly look the other way* *Sigh* Fine, be that way. See if _you_ get off any time in the next couple of weeks.

Author’s Notes:
– It’s been a very long time since I wrote anything involving either of these characters. So long, in fact, that I had forgotten Ilsther’s name and was unable to open the files where his name can be found. He got a new name, and second chance… For which he’s been very grateful.

Warnings:
– It becomes pretty obvious that I am not a guy (to me, at least) at the end. I’m kind of annoyed by that, but I have three people that could provide me with a guy’s perspective… Were I likely to work up the courage to ask them any time soon. I don’t think that’s going to happen, sadly.
– It’s long because they can’t just get down to brass tacks. ARGH. Also, context is nice, isn’t it?
– Just a little bit of swearing, but a whole lot of naked Khaarsa.
– Laughing, run-on sentences, and a considerate young man.
– M/F

That’s about it, really… So, you know what to do.

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She blinked as she looked down at the scale. Did it really say that? She stepped off and crouched down, pulling it away from the wall and making sure it was properly zeroed out. Then she stood up and stepped back onto the scale. The same number came up again, right there between her feet. Turning to the mirror, she looked herself over. The scale had already confirmed what she’d been suspecting — the fact that she hadn’t been out on the water, working hard, on a regular basis meant that she was gaining weight. She couldn’t say she was bothered by it, though… She ran her hands up her torso, cupping her breasts. She’d thought they’d seemed a little fuller… Uncomfortable waistbands were a bother, but an increase in her bustline? She savored the thought. Balance was what she’d wanted, when she’d talked to the surgeon. No, she didn’t want to be ridiculously endowed, just…balanced. Normal-looking, or as normal as she could look.

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While I was perusing the Best Finds thread over at Garden Of Shadows, I came across a link to an item that someone was all thrilled with. The link was to a thread over at Back Alley Sims, which is (as you might suspect) an adult site… The item in question is this:

I would SO download it in a heartbeat, if I only had University! And while I have the money to buy the Uni expansion, I am SERIOUSLY not interested in giving EA any more of my money. *Waves a hand* That’s another post on a different blog, though.

Anyhow, if I could download this, I so would — and then I’d recreate my MotH houses, ’cause I lost them in the great Accidental Neighborhood Purge. *Sigh* I had Caleb, Hanoki, and Master in one, and then I created the house of Whispers and Silk? No, ’cause the second thing is always a way to kill someone. Um. It was Whispers and something, headed by Mistress Whisper and populated with two random female sims, one of whom was quite butch-looking (yay for the Androgeny meshes!) and the other was more normal-looking, not that I remember their names, along with fCaleb wearing one of the few SimmerGirl conversions I can stand and Hanoki. I got exactly one picture of those two:

…and then I deleted them. By accident. *whinewhine* At any rate, the Birching horse/spanking rack would fit in those houses perfectly. I’ll hush, now, and go write another post I’ve been working on all week!