Jan 12, 2011
You’re not supposed to hate people. My mother was always very emphatic about that. Hate is the highest level of dislike. If you get to hate, you’re can’t even convey compounding ill will because you’re already out of words. That’s why you reserve “hate” for people you really, really dislike (Hitler, for example, or your boss).
With that preface, I don’t hate Justine Jacobs (formerly and infamously otherwise known as Dawson Miller). I just really, really dislike her.
For those unfamiliar with Ms. Jacobs, she used to get naked on the internets. She was good at it, too, if Google is a worthwhile measure of a porn star’s popularity. Search her alias, “Dawson Miller” and you’ll get 105,000 image results, all of them featuring her smiling face and enormous naked tits (which even look impressively real!). Like thousands of drug abusers, alcoholics and internet skanks before her, though, Justine found Jesus, and then she decided that showing her goodies on the internet was the sort of thing she should be ashamed of. (This makes no sense to me, since Jesus is known to have hung with whores in his day and probably would’ve dug porn, but his people seem to disagree). She retreated into religion and the world was forced to make due with the 105,000 naughty pictures it already had of her.
(More after the jump)
Dec 19, 2010
Did you know it's almost Christmas? Yes, already. It seems like it should still be a long ways off. Anyway, I'm very determined to have a holiday themed story finished before Friday, but it's looking less and less likely. I've started a few, and most have gone in different directions so I've started over. Thankfully, a few of those have potential to become non-holiday stories, so you'll probably see them eventually anyway.
For those who'd like some yuletide smut to fill the void, a few recommendations:
The always-prolific Art Martin has two stories up: Making Christmas Magic and Left Home for the Holidays.
The Kristen Archives also has an extensive Holiday Collection.
And, if you're one of my readers and you prefer your wintery tales a little less wholesome, check out the classic "Cold" from Terri Madison. It's not technically a holiday story, but it's a twisted tale set in the snow. I think most of you will enjoy it.
More later if I gt a story finished, but happy holidays to everyone if I don't!
Dec 10, 2010
I was 11 the first time a boy touched me between my legs. It wasn't an especially romantic episode. We were in a living room with three other pairs of overly hormonal preteens, and my friend's mother was making dinner in the next room. The fingering was awkward and fast, and we both stayed fully clothed. Still, I don't think my heart ever beat faster than it did the moment I felt his fingers beneath the waist band of my panties.
What many writers don't get, is that there's more to eroticism than sex. The build up to sex--those thrilling moments when your brain just repeats "oh my god oh my god oh my god" over and over again because you can't believe these things are actually happening--are so much more important than the act itself. Of course, those moments can't be conveyed in fiction with the ease of finding another clever way to phrase "the penis slipped into the vagina." It takes real talent.
Wife Seducer's Morganrunner14 series is one that did it right.
The story follows 14 year old Morgan Healy, a pretty blonde, living with her single mom in a typical suburban setting. She's a very normal girl who likes soccer, track, hanging out with her friends, and other typical 14 year old things. When she lets a pervy widower next door believe he's clandestinely watching her through her webcam, it excites her. After he lets annymous strangers in a chat room in on his secret spy cam, she gets very excited.
Things progress slowly in this story, but that's not a criticism. Whole chapters have slipped away before it even dawns on you that there hasn't been any actual sex. As naive, nervous Morgan tests her own limits, constantly terrified that she's pushed things too far, we get a sense of the palpable tension on both sides of the webcam. You can feel her adrenaline when she finally shows them her body, and you can feel their testosterone as they take it in.
The story is a bit dated at this point, because it relies heavily on chat programs that have become obsolete. I wasn't much older than Morgan when I first read this. By now, I imagine the budding exhibitionist has gone off to college and found new ways to tease and please the boys. I think that because I feel like she's somehow real, which is rare in these sorts of stories.
(Also, Wife Seducer seems to have updated his webpage recently enough that Asstr highlighted it in their author listing. When you're done loving this story, I highly encourage you all to drop him a line and demand a sequel!)
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UPDATE: Sigh. I'm sorry, Internet, for daring to post a picture of a fully clothed young lady. I thought it was a cute picture, kind of fit the review. Apparently, I was wrong. My bad. Here's penance.
What many writers don't get, is that there's more to eroticism than sex. The build up to sex--those thrilling moments when your brain just repeats "oh my god oh my god oh my god" over and over again because you can't believe these things are actually happening--are so much more important than the act itself. Of course, those moments can't be conveyed in fiction with the ease of finding another clever way to phrase "the penis slipped into the vagina." It takes real talent.Wife Seducer's Morganrunner14 series is one that did it right.
The story follows 14 year old Morgan Healy, a pretty blonde, living with her single mom in a typical suburban setting. She's a very normal girl who likes soccer, track, hanging out with her friends, and other typical 14 year old things. When she lets a pervy widower next door believe he's clandestinely watching her through her webcam, it excites her. After he lets annymous strangers in a chat room in on his secret spy cam, she gets very excited.
Things progress slowly in this story, but that's not a criticism. Whole chapters have slipped away before it even dawns on you that there hasn't been any actual sex. As naive, nervous Morgan tests her own limits, constantly terrified that she's pushed things too far, we get a sense of the palpable tension on both sides of the webcam. You can feel her adrenaline when she finally shows them her body, and you can feel their testosterone as they take it in.
The story is a bit dated at this point, because it relies heavily on chat programs that have become obsolete. I wasn't much older than Morgan when I first read this. By now, I imagine the budding exhibitionist has gone off to college and found new ways to tease and please the boys. I think that because I feel like she's somehow real, which is rare in these sorts of stories.
(Also, Wife Seducer seems to have updated his webpage recently enough that Asstr highlighted it in their author listing. When you're done loving this story, I highly encourage you all to drop him a line and demand a sequel!)
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UPDATE: Sigh. I'm sorry, Internet, for daring to post a picture of a fully clothed young lady. I thought it was a cute picture, kind of fit the review. Apparently, I was wrong. My bad. Here's penance.
Nov 25, 2010
Hopefully you and yours are having a wonderful day! If you happen to be spending this Thanksgiving alone, though, keep your chin up and relax; most of us probably wish we weren't actually having to put up with family right now, too!
If you absolutely need something smutty to get you through, Art Martin has posted a pretty great story for the holiday: A Trucker's Thanksgiving. Enjoy!
Nov 24, 2010
So I looked at my blog stats again today (can you tell I'm a obsessed? It's soooo cool to see where people are stumbling in from and what they're looking at. I don't even care that most people seem to prefer the pictures to my stories!) and was pleased to see I had my first visitor from Saudi Arabia!Saudi Arabia. They ban porn there. Taping it with a cell phone gets you 1000 lashes and prison time. I don't know for sure, since they haven't sent me email, but I have to speculate that the religious police probably don't look to fondly on my stories or my little website. That means, at least in my very limited imagination, that someone snuck on here in spite of potentially harsh consequences that may even have included lashing. Lashing! How cool is that, internet?
Ok, I thought it was cool. Whatever. If you don't, you probably hate freedom, too.
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