Eddie Davidson: Blog

It's called "Philip's Mom" and my friend Mike McGifford wrote it.

https://storiesonline.net/s/30137/philip-s-mom?ind=1

He also wrote "Cunt Next Door" but he gave me permission to edit and post it up for him/finish it.

If you liked that one - you'll love this one.

The working title was "Mom's Tits" which I thought was brilliant in it's simplicity.

This is really an epic story about a family that loves each other, isn't obsessed with sex but at the same time - sexuality plays a central role to the story.

There are secrets within secrets, and lots of nuance.

I can't tell a story as good as this one, and it really is getting under-valued/not noticed as it should be.

I will warn you that the first chapter is basically HUUUGGGE! You may want to take it in bite-size chunks.

I have been thinking a lot about a short valentines day story about life in a femdom/female led relationship household.

While cuckolding can certainly play a role in a femdom marriage, it's a lot more than that. The man is submissive to the woman and seeks to please her.

She doesn't necessarily want to torment him and be cruel. Most femdom stories the woman is sort of a villain who is looking for an excuse to fuck anyone but her husband.

Imagine if the roles were reversed, and you told the same story in a maledom house. The man ignores his submissive wife and fucks anyone else, treating her like an object or maid and little else.

You'd hate that motherfucker by the end of the story. Even a pet gets loved and valued.

So, my challenge to anyone thinking about writing out there is craft a short story about a typical valentines day (or the time leading up to the valentines day) in a femdom house where the men are submissive and the women are the ones who are dominant. It isn't usually all that much different than traditionally male dominated families - except the genders are reversed.

I'd love to see aspects of BDSM/humiliation - but honestly, surprise me.

"okay, you are pretentious, and a lazy narcissist who gaslights people into feeling bad about themselves. You justify constant bad choices and habits by intentionally creating victim scenarios in your head and then blaming others for the outcome of your decisions " I replied

"No, not like that. I meant rough sex" she clarified.

So I tied her up and made her give me a rusty trombone (blow in my asshole while reaching around and jerking my dick like a trombone). Then I said "all of your relationships are dysfunctional fictions of co-dependency"

I think she liked it. I also intentionally forgot her birthday.

I've discovered the perfect response to every question

"Most of the semen isnt mine"

As an example, let's say I'm going to ask you how your mother's day went.

Just respond "Most of the semen isnt mine"

You won't get asked any more questions.

Note: this probably won't work with your wife.

I think for the first chapter of Harley and Juggs there was a last minute editing problem, where I was trying to get the spacing to work in HTML but I accidentally posted part of chapter one twice.

I've sent it to the admins to republish.

Much of this story is based off of real life experiences, and people that I've known in my life - which is part of why it may resonate as authentic.

When I write, I visualize my reader sitting across from me shooting the shit in a bar. I try to write conversationally.

In this case, the storyteller is a 14 year old girl in the summer of 1976, still wet behind the ears but she has obviously lived for some time at the point she is telling the story. I enjoy going back in time through my stories, picking a place I was back then and working on that.

Sonny and Cher action figures were a real thing. Television shows were super cheesy. In America, you'll see 18 version of the same black SUV on the road, but back then it was all about the big fat-ass LTD stationwagon with wooden style sideboards.

I wanted to create that world and tell that story. I can still smell my Aunt and Uncle's trailer, see that green shag carpet. He had a painting of Trigger (Roy Roger's Horse) and a bunch of turquoise and American Indian stuff on the wall that my uncle collected at tourist traps back then. I remember the 7up bottles that said "76" and had the liberty bell on them. Everyone was talking about the bicentennial that year.

The story is 20 chapters long - but I am thinking that I can actually extend it a little. I may write some bonus chapters while I edit and publish this one. There was a lot to tell.

I do not think I'll put a lot of pictures to illustrate this one. Its hard to find retro pictures that truly capture the time period.

I've also wrapped up "Mother May I" - a fun 9 chapter story. I hope you enjoyed that as well.