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November 2013

“… How did our laptops come to know us so well?

Our magic silvery slabs, our constant mute companions, accompanying us everywhere like witches’ familiars. An oracle to answer virtually any question, an enchanted window to see anywhere in the world without moving. Though sometimes what we want to see… well, let’s just keep that our little secret. Our faithful glowing windows witness a side of us few others will ever know…”

– from Punishment Panties



According to the latest medical research published in the Lancet, Britons are having less sex than they used to, down to just under five times a month for the 16-44 age group. That’s a 20% decline since 2000. Since then personal technology has proliferated, smartphones and high speed broadband are ubiquitous, and ultra-light laptops often accompany us into our bedrooms.


This article by writer @chaosintended is worth reading, she argues that the relationship we’re developing with our smartphones has become almost erotically intimate, that we’re now happy to confide our innermost desires to our sleek strokable gadgets. Not that anything is wrong with that, after all, without such technology you wouldn’t be reading these words.


So however you choose to find pleasure, do enjoy it.

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Image: hegre-art.com

“… How did our laptops come to know us so well?

Our magic silvery slabs, our constant mute companions, accompanying us everywhere like witches’ familiars. An oracle to answer virtually any question, an enchanted window to see anywhere in the world without moving. Though sometimes what we want to see… well, let’s just keep that our little secret. Our faithful glowing windows witness a side of us few others will ever know…”

— from Punishment Panties



According to the latest medical research published in the Lancet, Britons are having less sex than they used to, down to just under five times a month for the 16-44 age group. That’s a 20% decline since 2000. Since then personal technology has proliferated, smartphones and high speed broadband are ubiquitous, and ultra-light laptops often accompany us into our bedrooms.


This article by writer @chaosintended is worth reading, she argues that the relationship we’re developing with our smartphones has become almost erotically intimate, that we’re now happy to confide our innermost desires to our sleek strokable gadgets. Not that anything is wrong with that, after all, without such technology you wouldn’t be reading these words.


So however you choose to find pleasure, do enjoy it.

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Image: hegre-art.com

Winter is coming…

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From new story “Fall”:

In the silence Judith gazed ahead at the passing orange blur. There was something unsettling about Fall, watching a countryside that had once been verdant, so full of life, begin to wither. It was as if the spirit of the woods was dying – or fleeing, sensing the advance of a malign icy force lurking over the northern horizon. A presence that seemed to scare away the sun, robbing the day of its light, lengthening the shadows. You could already feel its chill breath blowing, sapping your energy, encouraging you to hide away inside. Was it any wonder there were myths of frost giants and ice dragons? For our ancestors the encroachment of winter must have felt like a malevolent invasion, like the world around them was fighting for its continued existence.

We’re all leaves, thought Judith. We start as buds, bursting with potential, growing into soft, lush verdant leaves during the seemingly endless springtime of our youth. Still to come, the long glorious Summer of our adulthood, as we soak up the sun’s rays and all life has to offer. And yet, Fall was a reminder of the fate that faced us all, slowly stiffening with the passage of time, feeling the warmth of the sun dimming. The caped vampires, the white-sheet ghosts and the yellow-eyed wolves were mere cartoons, distractions. The true horror of Halloween was that you, and everything you held dear, all you’d ever love and strive for, everything would ultimately shrivel and fall. It was inescapable, certain, unchangeable; eventually, we would all share the fate of the leaves…

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Winter is coming…

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From new story “Fall”:

In the silence Judith gazed ahead at the passing orange blur. There was something unsettling about Fall, watching a countryside that had once been verdant, so full of life, begin to wither. It was as if the spirit of the woods was dying – or fleeing, sensing the advance of a malign icy force lurking over the northern horizon. A presence that seemed to scare away the sun, robbing the day of its light, lengthening the shadows. You could already feel its chill breath blowing, sapping your energy, encouraging you to hide away inside. Was it any wonder there were myths of frost giants and ice dragons? For our ancestors the encroachment of winter must have felt like a malevolent invasion, like the world around them was fighting for its continued existence.

We’re all leaves, thought Judith. We start as buds, bursting with potential, growing into soft, lush verdant leaves during the seemingly endless springtime of our youth. Still to come, the long glorious Summer of our adulthood, as we soak up the sun’s rays and all life has to offer. And yet, Fall was a reminder of the fate that faced us all, slowly stiffening with the passage of time, feeling the warmth of the sun dimming. The caped vampires, the white-sheet ghosts and the yellow-eyed wolves were mere cartoons, distractions. The true horror of Halloween was that you, and everything you held dear, all you’d ever love and strive for, everything would ultimately shrivel and fall. It was inescapable, certain, unchangeable; eventually, we would all share the fate of the leaves…

Read More →

Hands up

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Image: drumaboy@flickr

Imagine if that was the view from your classroom seat. Did you spot what’s below the blackboard? Did you wonder if it was ever used on naughty bottoms? Did you find yourself imagining what it would have been like to be summoned to the front and told to touch your toes, or bend over teacher’s desk?

If so, I commend your imagination – and you might like my next story…

Many thanks to those who’ve sent in your erotic writing questions. There’s already been some really good ones, which I’ve incorporated into my new writing class storyline. I plan to continue writing for a few weeks, meaning there’s still time to raise your hand.

So class, is there anything you’ve ever wanted to ask?

Hands up

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Image: drumaboy@flickr

Imagine if that was the view from your classroom seat. Did you spot what’s below the blackboard? Did you wonder if it was ever used on naughty bottoms? Did you find yourself imagining what it would have been like to be summoned to the front and told to touch your toes, or bend over teacher’s desk?

If so, I commend your imagination – and you might like my next story…

Many thanks to those who’ve sent in your erotic writing questions. There’s already been some really good ones, which I’ve incorporated into my new writing class storyline. I plan to continue writing for a few weeks, meaning there’s still time to raise your hand.

So class, is there anything you’ve ever wanted to ask?

Erotic writing class. Any questions?

Imagine you’re at school – in an erotic writing class. Your teacher has just looked across the room and asked: “Any questions?" Would you put your hand up? What would you ask?

In true Charlie Kaufman style, I’m writing a story about writing erotic stories. So, if you have a question about writing or the creative process, here’s your chance to influence the direction of the story. Send it, and I’ll incorporate it.

… and at the back of the class, he saw a hand rise…

Erotic writing class. Any questions?

Imagine you’re at school – in an erotic writing class. Your teacher has just looked across the room and asked: “Any questions?” Would you put your hand up? What would you ask?

In true Charlie Kaufman style, I’m writing a story about writing erotic stories. So, if you have a question about writing or the creative process, here’s your chance to influence the direction of the story. Send it, and I’ll incorporate it.

… and at the back of the class, he saw a hand rise…

How to write stories!

Image: The Story Coaster by Grant Snider

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