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October 27, 2012
Episode 265 – Another Night by Emily Moreton
In this episode, we are pleased to present “Another Night” by Emily Moreton, read by Dani Nelson. IT was originally published in “Like A Midsummer Night: Erotic Shakespeare” from Circlet Press.
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October 20, 2012
October 16, 2012
The Laundry Room Silence
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We sat at his kitchen table, the clock nearing 11AM. He was buzzing with radiant energy; glowing even. I could feel my jeans touching every inch of my skin. Never had I been so aware of touch or the way each wrinkle of fabric felt against my leg; tight yet fluid.
I had just given him his first threesome. Well, I did along with my best friend. It was our second, we were seasoned pros at this point–naturally. It was everything a 22 year old man could want.
He was rambling, thoughts racing and he couldn’t sit still. I just sat with my knees to my chest, tracing the grooves in his tiled kitchen table waiting for him to slow down.
“We have to do it again. Every weekend. I’ll feed you both tequila and we’ll go to Adam and Eve and get whatever you want. It was amazing, wonderful…”
I stopped him, “Wait. Anything we want?’
He nodded and continued rambling.
I looked up at him, my fingers trailing along the grout, “make sure it’s gold tequila.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.”
I had the power now. A sexual relationship that was once so easily controlled by him was now in my hands. I was overwhelmed by the idea, but simultaneously too tired to care. And his rambling was boring me. He was frantic and I was sick of it. My best friend had made the wise decision to leave early and actually make something of her Saturday. I stuck around to nurse my hang over and try to piece this man back together–bring him back down to reality.
His roommates and their girlfriends were off in the living room paying us no attention. I was simply the girl who came over and slept with their roommate; I was rarely addressed and I was fine with it. I noticed the laundry room door was open and I could hear one lone pair of jeans tumbling inside of the dryer. I wanted him to stop talking and I wanted to enjoy myself before I, too, started my Saturday.
I quickly grabbed his hand and told him to be quiet. Yet even in his silence, I could still hear his mind going as he followed behind me. We walked into the laundry room and left the door open. I dropped to my knees beside the dryer and said, “Shorts. Off. Now.” He had no words. Finally, some peace and quiet.
His shorts fell to the floor and I noticed that he was already ready. I thanked him for being so attentive and took him deeply and quickly. The adjustment and immediate change caused him to shutter and he began to lean heavily into the dryer. I got to work.
I twisted my mouth and turned my wrist in a rhythmic motion, in tandem with my constant mouth. Flashes from the night before flooded my brain–she on his face, while I rode him. It inspired me to speed up. I skillfully worked every inch of him. A sweeping tongue, a softened grip all working harder now. It wouldn’t be long. I could see his abs twitching, his tell tail sign. I opened my throat and swallowed hard as he emptied himself into me. His one hand on my shoulder, gripping tightly and the other bracing his body on the dryer.
I looked up at him and winked and he looked spent. And still no words.
I collected myself, stood up and walked out of the laundry room just as one of the girlfriends was walking by. I smiled at her. She, too, had no words. I was fine with it, I was just the girl who came over and blew their roommate in the laundry room.
I had a very productive Saturday.
October 14, 2012
Gender Transformations: Why Can’t I Be You?
One of the things that happens on Google Plus once in a while, at least among my circles, is something called “TMI Tuesday” where people start threads (usually to small circles rather than publicly) where they offer themselves up their circlemates to ask any question they like. The one I like to ask in this situation is “Your lover can transform you in any way-change body parts, add them, subtract them, change sizes, whatever. What would be the sexiest thing your lover could do to transform you?” The answer I get from women, more often than any other, is “It would be great to know what it’s like to have a penis.” Likewise, men are often curious about what it’s like to have a vulva and breasts.
I’m pretty sure this curiosity has its roots in childhood, from the time when we first learn that girls and boys are put together somewhat differently; we want to know what that is. Even after we’re grown, and we get to see what organs other folks have, we’re still curious about what they feel like. So it’s no surprise that there’s a lot of fiction that goes into this realm.
This is one of the forms of transformation which is acceptable to explore outside of erotic fiction. There’s no point in listing them; I’m sure you can think of a dozen examples if you think about it. I break down these stories into three categories: Gender-Switch, Gender-Swap, and Gender-Fuckery.
Gender-Switch is when one character changes gender, and finds out “how the other half lives.” Sometimes it’s by choice, sometimes it’s imposed from outside, but very often the idea behind this kind of story is for the main character to learn something. Often there are themes of gender stereotyping involved, both in positive and negative aspects. Sometimes the author presents a gender’s sexuality as universal; women experience sex this way and men that way without really acknowledging the wide variations that can happen. That being said, it’s easy to assume a portrayal of one perspective is a broader statement, whether that’s intended or not.
I included a bit of this concept in Scouts. I described practices at the Scout academy where students who are having a hard time learning about the opposite gender’s sexual functioning are transformed in order to give them a first-hand experience of it. This topic gets a social rather than sexual treatment in Paulette Jaxton’s novel, “The Empress Sword” where a young man finds a magic sword that can save his people—but it can only be wielded by a woman. I’ll be presenting a story along these lines later in October.
By “Gender-Swap” on the other hand, I refer to a situation where a heterosexual couple swap genders, possibly swapping bodies at the same time. Sometimes it’s a learning situation, as in Gender-Switch, and sometimes it’s for fun, and sometimes it’s a play on the old fable where a married couple switch jobs for the day. I haven’t written one of these per se, though perhaps I should, just for completeness.
And then there’s “Gender-Fuckery” which transcends the gender binary. This is the realm of Buck Angel, Futanari, and any other forms where we’re fucking around with the whole idea of gender in the first place. I classify the “Wager” and “Long Shot” stories as Gender-Fuckery because they play around with the contrast between ‘male’ and ‘masculine.’ On the other hand, “Black Paint” does its gender-fuckery in a more direct fashion, while attempting a hint of subtle allegory between the masculine and the monstrous.
What are your favorite gender-transformation stories?
October 13, 2012
Episode 264 – Invasion of the Pussy Spiders
I’ve gone and done it again, written and produced a full cast recording.
Special thanks to the cast:
NARRATOR – Veronica Giguere
GREG – Tobias Queen
TELEVANGELIST – Josh Roseman
KATHRYN TELLER, REPORTER – Heather Vandagriff
HELEN SHARPE, DOCTOR – Cunning Minx
UNNAMED ANNOUNCER – John Cmar
CHERRY KLEPPER, SHOPOWNER – Tonya Woolard
And most importantly, THANK YOU LULU!
September 29, 2012
Special Episode 7 – Feedback, and an Essay
This week, I’m presenting some feedback, and a short essay I posted on my blog.
If you’d like to be part of an upcoming feedback show, or if you have responses to the discussion in this one, please call the comment line:
September 22, 2012
Episode 263 – “Ink” by Bernie Mojzes
This week’s story is the last for Tentacle Month
“Ink” was written by Bernie Mojzes, first published in “Whispers in Darkness: Lovecraftian Erotica” from Circlet Press.
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It’s read by David Collins-Rivera,
Transformation Erotica
Erotica comes in a scintillating variety, so broad that a “rule of the internet” has been proposed to express just how marvelously strange it can get: “If it exists, then there is porn of it.” Think about it; you know it’s true. There’s erotic material out there for every taste. If you know my work, then you know that I like erotica involving transformations of the body. Looking back through the stories I’ve posted on my podcast, close to half of the stories involve this in some aspect or other.
Within Transformation Erotica there are many sub-sub-genres, some of which can be remarkably specific. Gender-swaps and gender-fuckery is only the most obvious of these. There is fiction out there about enlarging body parts, or the whole body, or shrinking the body down to the size of a doll. Some involve growing more body parts, or growing new ones. There are transformations, either in part or in whole, into animals, dolls, manikins and robots.
One interesting aspect of many of these stories is that the erotic focus isn’t on having sex once one has been transformed, but rather in the transformation itself. Sometimes, the stories don’t even depict sex at all, or else do so only as a footnote to establish the psychological effect on the person who was transformed. What’s sexy is the transformation.
Some stories have a strong theme of dominance or submission. Growing huge breasts sometimes goes along with becoming a submissive bimbo, but it sometimes means gaining confidence and a certain kind of sexual power, and sometimes they’re just a huge inconvenience. Turning into a giantess might mean smashing down a building with one naked foot, or it might mean becoming stuck inside one’s own bedroom.
Generalities are as easy here as they are anywhere else, that is, easy to make and full of exceptions. If you look, you can find themes of misogyny and misandry, empowerment and disempowerment, metaphors for the world as it is, and hopes for a world that could be. To me, finding those themes says as much about the reader as they do about the writer. The reason these stories exist is because they turn people on, not to advance an agenda in sexual politics.
As I go through these various flavors of transformations over the next few months, I’ll be looking at them in more detail, presenting examples from my own work and from the work of others that I admire. If you’re familiar with transformation erotica, I hope you’ll read these posts and compare to your own experience; if you’re not, then I hope I can open a new world to you.
September 15, 2012
Episode 262 – Bianca and Liddy
Continuing on Tentacle Month, celebrating the release of “Coming Together: Arm in Arm in Arm” we have a story inspired by the artist StickyMon. The characters of Bianca and Liddy are used with permission. It’s read by Tia Townes.
After the story, we’ve got a promo for a new audiobook narrated by Veronica Giguere.
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September 6, 2012
People Should Be Allowed to Have Preferences
I feel that it needs to be said: People should be allowed to have preferences.
Partly, this is a matter of the privacy of a person’s own thoughts. People ought to be allowed to think whatever they want to think. I hope that’s self-evident, but if it’s not I really don’t know what to say.
But thoughts become behavior, and at that point you have to start talking about harm. Because any action that harms another becomes morally and ethically suspect. Then you have to weigh things against some other measure, about who is harming who and who would be harmed more if that harm weren’t done, etc. But most people agree that actions which harm none, should not be prohibited.
Where things get murky is when the claim is made that my thoughts are hurting you.
For example: You and I are walking toward each other. As you approach, I look at you. From the way I look at you, you conclude that some thought is going through my mind about your appearance. Maybe that conclusion is correct and maybe it’s not (the ambiguity can be debatable) but that’s the conclusion you come to. It’s a thought that’s in your head. You narrow your eyes at me; you don’t like that thought in my head, you don’t like that I’ve had it. It hurts you, and you blame me for it.
Do you see the problem here?
Here’s another example: I’m reading a book. The book portrays some activity you dislike. From the fact that I’m reading it, you conclude (probably rightly) that thoughts related to the words I’m reading are running through my head. That conclusion bothers you, and you don’t like that I’m thinking them. It hurts you, and you blame me for it, and perhaps the person who wrote the book.
And a third: I write a book. It portrays people with particular attributes, physical or emotional or mental, that bother you. You conclude (rightly or wrongly) that the attributes I have given those characters are attributes that I find interesting and,or attractive. That conclusion bothers you, and you don’t like that I find those attributes attractive. You blame me for it.
And here’s what it all boils down to for me: I refuse to accept the blame for what you imagine me to be thinking.
I will accept blame for words and actions that harm you, but neither of us are telepathic. If you think that I am having a thought that harms you, then then it is your thought, not mine, that is hurting you, and you should let go of it.
