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Check out my latest Kindle short, Gummy Bears!

writingdirty:

Goal: I want to write so well you forget it is erotica. But then a second later you remember because of your boner.

homebeccer:

"oh my god stop criticizing young girls who like 50 Shades of Gray or Twilight you can’t tell them what they can and can’t read"

no we can’t but we have to protect young girls from mistaking abusive behavior for genuine affection at all costs

So the whole FIFTY SHADES MUST BE STOPPED thing got me thinking about the stuff people used to read before they got into BDSM and well…it’s not really much better.

Off the top of my head:

The Gor novels (which spawned entire subcultures and a huge chunk of the BDSM “Old Guard”)

Anias Nin (Her diaries were actually MY intro into the world of wild sex but she was hugely neurotic and admits in her diaries that she feels a deep need to travel but is kept back by the fact that she can’t read a time table???)

HENRY MILLER and all his wankery boasting about how he fucks other men’s wives

THE CLAN OF THE CAVE BEAR series where an experienced older man is delegated to deflower virgins so they experience sex properly the first time???

and tons and tons and tons of bodice rippers with plots hinging on the fact that the main dude is gloomy and borderline abusive or an “exotic” black guy

Basically I used to be like “OH GOD THE FIFTY SHADES PEOPLE WILL FLOOD THE BDSM SCENE WITH THEIR UNSAFE PRACTICES” and now I’m like “It’ll be okay, guys. We’ll get through this. It has happened before.”

By the way (since there’s 800 of you now, holy crap) you might be interested in the fact that I write original feedist fiction as well as Stucky fanfic. Gummy Bears is my first Kindle book, and you can buy it here!
Here’s an excerpt:

In a moment, Rufus’s hands were full of bears. There were a couple peeking out of the cleavage of his half-unbuttoned shirt, and his out-thrust tongue had a single bear on it. I wanted to do more, but we were far from alone, and the smartphone in Six’s hands was uploading photos to Twitter as fast as he could click them. One of them caught my hand in the act of placing a second bear in Rufus’ mouth after he swallowed the first, and the quick wet flick of his tongue against my fingertips made me shiver. Six chuckled a few moments later. The first tweet back was “Are those what I think they are?” and the second was “DON’T DO IT, RUFUS”. Then there was a flurry of me shoving the bears back into Rufus’ lap and snagging my phone back from him so I could do my job of monitoring retweets, responses, and hashtags. "So that’s what’s in it," Rufus was saying when I came up for air. Six was still hanging off the back of the seat, and Rufus was reading off his phone. Six had been explaining something, but I had been too wrapped up in seeing if Snoop Dogg had replied to notice. "What’s in what?" I asked. We had changed positions again so my head was back in Rufus’ lap. Since this also meant I was taking up a seat and a half again, the bag of gummy bears was now on my tummy, within easy reach. "Lycasin," Rufus said, still looking at the phone. "In the bears." "It’s a sugar substitute," said Six. Rufus’ voice changed, so I could tell he was reading some website verbatim: “Lycasin’s known side effects in adults include bloating, intestinal gurgling or rumbling…” At this point in his life, Rufus’ stomach muscles were much more defined than I’d like, but he still knew how to use them. When he said “rumbling,” he pushed them out, so I felt his tummy round out against my cheek. This made my thighs squeeze together involuntarily, and Six gave me such a knowing look that I sat up fast, blushing, even though technically no one else could see.

I’m also working on a companion story, Feeding Tube, that I hope I can put up for sale in August!

By the way (since there’s 800 of you now, holy crap) you might be interested in the fact that I write original feedist fiction as well as Stucky fanfic. Gummy Bears is my first Kindle book, and you can buy it here!

Here’s an excerpt:

In a moment, Rufus’s hands were full of bears. There were a couple peeking out of the cleavage of his half-unbuttoned shirt, and his out-thrust tongue had a single bear on it. I wanted to do more, but we were far from alone, and the smartphone in Six’s hands was uploading photos to Twitter as fast as he could click them. One of them caught my hand in the act of placing a second bear in Rufus’ mouth after he swallowed the first, and the quick wet flick of his tongue against my fingertips made me shiver.

Six chuckled a few moments later. The first tweet back was “Are those what I think they are?” and the second was “DON’T DO IT, RUFUS”. Then there was a flurry of me shoving the bears back into Rufus’ lap and snagging my phone back from him so I could do my job of monitoring retweets, responses, and hashtags.

"So that’s what’s in it," Rufus was saying when I came up for air. Six was still hanging off the back of the seat, and Rufus was reading off his phone. Six had been explaining something, but I had been too wrapped up in seeing if Snoop Dogg had replied to notice.

"What’s in what?" I asked. We had changed positions again so my head was back in Rufus’ lap. Since this also meant I was taking up a seat and a half again, the bag of gummy bears was now on my tummy, within easy reach.

"Lycasin," Rufus said, still looking at the phone. "In the bears."

"It’s a sugar substitute," said Six.
Rufus’ voice changed, so I could tell he was reading some website verbatim: “Lycasin’s known side effects in adults include bloating, intestinal gurgling or rumbling…”

At this point in his life, Rufus’ stomach muscles were much more defined than I’d like, but he still knew how to use them. When he said “rumbling,” he pushed them out, so I felt his tummy round out against my cheek. This made my thighs squeeze together involuntarily, and Six gave me such a knowing look that I sat up fast, blushing, even though technically no one else could see.

I’m also working on a companion story, Feeding Tube, that I hope I can put up for sale in August!

"I dream about meltingly soft boys decked out in ribbons and delicate crowns — much in the same vein as those fanservice cards, only with big, grippable love handles. Or about glorious queers wandering through a pleasure garden where everything just happens to be edible, and yet at any moment they could meet a cleverly camouflaged beast that could devour them in turn. I fantasize about seal maidens, as soft-bodied as their animal forms, leading handsome arctic explorers closer and closer to the ocean until they trick them into devouring raw flesh and becoming seals themselves. And other times I just want the simplicity of a well-described sushi feast — the gleaming roe and transparent pink ginger slices, the look of his lips as they wrap themselves around yet another morsel of rice and crab, and the way in which he swallows."

— from my guest post on Eros Blog about the joys of making my own feederism porn, Gummy Bears, and a sneak-peek at stories to come!

(Thanks, Bacchus!)

As of today, you can now buy Gummy Bears in the UK. As well as in 20+ other countries, according to Amazon.

Thanks to Foxglove, who pointed out the (accidental) oversight of limiting it to the US!