Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Writing porn...

If I know the Internet, I predict this post will get a lot of hits.  Anything that mentions "porn" or "sex" in the title always ends up getting a lot of hits.

Lately I've been dealing with a few changes in my writing projects which have led me to look for new opportunities.  The other day, I was bored and trying to get some reading done with my iPad.  I've been trying to read a book about the last day of the Soviet Union.  It's actually an interesting book, especially since I lived in the former Soviet Union for awhile and remember when it fell apart.  But it's also political science and requires a lot of thinking, so it's taking longer than usual to get through this book.

I needed a brief distraction, so I went on Amazon.com and started looking for things that were... uh... "fluffier".  I ended up on a page where there were a bunch of "domestic discipline" e-books for sale.  They were cheap, so I downloaded a few of them, just to see what they were all about.  While I can't say I was overly impressed by most of the writing and plots, I will say you can tell a lot about what turns on a writer by the porn they write.  Sometimes, it's really fascinating.

I downloaded a couple of short books by one writer who's written a whole bunch of books in a short timeframe.  From what I could tell, this woman is turned on by very overprotective, fatherly or "big brother" type men who take care of their women to the point of being very annoying.  When the woman does something that jeopardizes her health or safety, the men (and there are always more than one man in this woman's books) give her a spanking and make her wear a butt plug, sometimes coated with ginger.  The first book I read by this author was kind of intriguing, but after the first one, I started thinking the stories were a little too much alike.  Moreover, there was kind of an incest vibe that I found somewhat distasteful.  On the other hand, some people love this woman's work and I notice that none of the characters in the two books I read were actually related.  They were just presented as if they had a brother/sister/father relationship before things got physical.  Still... for me personally, eew.      

I am pretty open minded when it comes to kink.  If the truth be told, back in the late 90s, when I was going to grad school and had no sex life to speak of, I actually read and wrote some erotica.  I posted a lot of short stories on a now defunct message board and they were pretty well received.  In fact, my husband used to be one of my readers... before we actually met in person, that is.

I haven't published anything like that in a very long while.  Maybe it's because I have more of a sex life now and am no longer surrounded by sexy college students.  I also haven't really been inspired to write porn in a long time.  If I recall correctly, I wrote a lot of that stuff because I was lonely and bored and needed a cheap distraction from work and my studies.  To be honest, my brand of porn is pretty tame.  I like to focus on psychology rather than nasty acts.  Despite my tendency to use rather frank language sometimes, I'm actually pretty squeamish about a lot of things and I'm more turned on by the mind than carnal action.

Anyway, while I was on Amazon.com, I noticed that a lot of the people publishing kinky e-books are dumpy, middle-aged housewives.  I figure, since I'm turning 41 tomorrow and am pretty dumpy and squatty, I'd fit right into that club.  I also know that sex sells.  ;)  And now I have a lot more experience than I did back in the day... which must mean I'd be better able to capture the porno realism, right?

Yesterday, I actually started writing a porn story.  I'm about 16 pages in so far.  It's looking a little more like science fiction than porn at this point, which is odd, because I don't read a lot of science fiction.

If I manage to finish this piece, I'll probably let my husband read it... or maybe I'll just post it here.  I'm not sure I'd want to try to sell it.  Although, having read some of the stuff these housewives are selling on Amazon, I'm thinking I could probably do at least as well as they have.

I don't have a lot of followers on this blog, but I have plenty of lurkers.  I mostly try not to go searching to find out what other people write about my blog, since I figure finding out will either upset me (if the reviews are negative) or artificially inflate my ego (if the reviews are positive).  Nothing good can come of it.  I imagine if I ever did try to sell porn on Amazon, I would have to work hard not to read the reviews of my work, especially since a lot of people leave low ratings just because they think kink is dirty or promotes abuse, not because they've actually read the work in question.

I have blogged about Christian domestic discipline a time or two and I can tell you that a lot of people hit this blog simply because I wrote about it.  In fact, you'd be surprised what brings people to this blog.  It mostly amuses me to see the funny search strings and makes me realize that despite appearances, people are interested and turned on by some bizarre stuff.  It's mostly harmless and just goes to show that people are amazingly complex and can be fascinating.  Frankly, I find it a relief that I'm not the only one who is turned on by "bizarre" stuff.

Here's the funny thing.  My husband is an ex Mormon convert and never had sex with anyone but me and his ex wife.  I am a nevermo who didn't have sex until two weeks after my wedding day.  The ex is still TBM and is by far the most promiscuous of the three of us.  And yet I'm the unworthy slut in her eyes...  Too funny!  Must be because I used to write erotica and choose my own underwear!

2 comments:

  1. I think you should invent a new genre: Mormon Domstic Discipline. I have no clue what it should involve other than a lot of kinky stuff with garments (the key areas coated in ginger?), and occasionally without. Perhapss women must earn the right to wear their garents, except that's jumping the shark a bit. I mean, who would follow any rules just for the privilege of wearing those butt-ugly skivvies? Or maybe it could feature couples slipping away to secret rooms in temples to force their spouses to atone for various sins. (Perhaps there already IS a specific room in the temple structure for that specific purpose, with various instruments of discipline hanging on the walls.)There could be something involving the Book of Mormon's Iron Rod, and maybe a highly secret part of the temple ceremony could involve Boyd K Packer in video on a wall-mounted monitor in the secret temple room exhorting the husband to "Give her another one - harder this time" etc. Perhaps in addition to the "new name' one gets in the temple" one gets a "new number," which is how many lashes or whatever one gets each time one visits the temple. (Maybe it could be tattooed on where only her husband and temple workers could see it. It could be Mormons' one exception to the "no tattoo" rule.) Use your imagination. You could come up with much better stuff than I ever could.) I'm not all that imaginative. Perhaps someone's bishop, or even the Temple President and his wife, could also be involved in domestic discipline for severe infractions.

    I have one aunt on my LDS side who is a complete rebel, and she once, at a family dinner at a "nice" restaurant in SLC, jokingly accused my uncle Mahonri and Aunt Marthalene of practicing domestic discipline. They're so ignorant that they thought it meant disciplining their children, and so they maintained that they most definitely were into domestic dicipline. Most of my family on that side - the adults anyway - were and are quite ignorant, and all the sisters (but not their husbands, other than Mahonri, who isn't smart enough to bypass an accident on a country road, much less a computer filter; they may have been bypassing the "anti-porn" filters on their families' home computers) except Cristelle, the one who originally posed the question, agreed that they, too, were "into" domestic discipline. My parents, my Uncle Steve and his wife, and my Uncle Michael and his wife (who are actually TBM but not the "in this world but not of it" types) tried very unsuccessfully to contain their laughter. My Uncle Michael actually choked on his lobster, and my Uncle Steve had to Heimlich him. I was twelve at the time and had a pretty good idea what was meant by domestic discipline, but I was more embarrassed at that age than amused. Now I'd be laughing right along with the enlightened relatives.

    One more story about my Aunt Cristelle is that she knew that pink was her mother's favorite color, so when she was about eight, for Mother's Day she bought a couple packages of Rit dye and dyed every one of her mom's garments pink except the ones on her body. Her mother took it in the spirit it was intended, but the story is that the older siblings had to hide Cristelle (I think she was at the stake president's house for most of the time) to avoid her being severely beaten by my evil grandfather. After about a week the bishop called and asked my grandfather if Cristelle's safety could be guaranteed were she to return home. This was before my grandfather was quite so important in the church. Now a mere stake president couldn't stop him from anything unless the stake president had a loaded weapon in his hand.

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  2. You have a most colorful family, Alexis. Maybe I should write a domestic discipline story about them. And since I don't know them, they probably wouldn't recognize themselves!

    In all seriousness, I did once ask on RfM if Mormons were into domestic discipline. I was going to write an article about it. A couple of the exMos turned conservative Christian were all aghast at the question and shamed me for asking. A couple of the feminists said it was abuse. A couple of people said it was just straight up kink and people were using the Bible to excuse themselves for being kinky. Some of them accused me of spreading lies... and I said I was just asking a simple question. The fact is, there are a lot of couples who profess to be Christians and engage in domestic discipline because they think the Bible commands it. And then there are people who are just kinky.

    Your Uncle Mahonri and Aunt Marthalene sound hilarious in an unintentional way. I bet they would be rich fodder for fiction writing.

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