Eddie Davidson: Blog

In other news, Lizards were inducted into the Hall of Mammals as top Mammal, and Lex Luthor was inducted into the Justice League as top Super Hero.

I love Kool and the Gang, but with them are Tribe Called Quest, and Mary J. Blige. Maybe it should be called "Music Hall of Fame" and we recognize their genre of music, instead of just lumping them all into something they definitely are not.

I get it that they all have common ancestors, but so do reptiles and mammals somewhere along the evolutionary ladder.

In other news, a new chapter of Call Me Misty is coming soon! Editing is a slog.

You know how when you watch a slasher flick or a Stephen King movie and they have to include that disclaimer.

"No actual pets were harmed in the filming of this movie" so people don't freak out and think they actually shot a dog?

It's just movie magic. When the slasher comes after the topless co-ed bimbo, it's not real. It's supposed to look real and make your pulse race but no actual sluts were harmed in the filming of the endless Jason movies.

I wanted to post a PSA along the same lines about my stories. A few months ago I came to the realization that the scores/votes or whatever you want to call it here are a sad joke that empower trolls and do more to discourage good writing than reward it.

More than a few fellow authors have told me something like "I didn't get very good scores, so I won't write more stories like that"

Given that so many trolls create multiple accounts to vote down stories that feature elements that they do not personally like, I feel like it's not an accurate representation.

There is a vocal majority of people who read the stories that never even bother to vote. If you look at a story with on average 1,200 views per chapter, with 200 votes TOTAL, you can assume that way more people read it and didn't vote.

They must have liked what they read because they came back to read more.

I don't limit my fetishes or characters in any way (outside of SOL/legal standards). If I feel something might happen in the story then it does. I believe in story codes, but I do not believe in censorship.

One of the big triggers to the trolls is to write a submissive male into a story. This sets them off (probably for a variety of subconscious reasons that I won't get into).

I do not give a fuck what triggers someone.

Not one.

It's just fiction, and none of this shit happened. If you can't handle a slasher chasing bimbos, or a cat coming back to life after it's been buried, then stay away from horror movies. If you can't handle a dude sucking a dick or a woman drinking her own pee or whatever weird shit that we write about - stay away from (my) erotic fiction because I'll probably write about it.

I can't believe it. So there I was, Mate. I had my dick in my hand, and I was about to proper whack off, when an 18 year old sheila knocked on me door. I don't normally write to Penthouse, but I had to tell you this remahrkable stawry..I am not just taking the piss. Her mum and her wanted to come in an' bawrrow a cup of sugar. I told her I didn't have any and I was having a wank, so she should fuck off back where she come from. Anyway, jerking off was a right bonzer. Do you have a coldie?


Have a Good One, Mate.

-An Erotic Short Story by Crocodile Davidson

I had some serious issues that prevented me from being on the site.

However, I'm anticipating posting the next chapter of call me misty. I need to spend time editing. I have twenty or more chapters in draft format

I also had an experimental dolcett story that I planned to illustrate wit ai photos and post up, but it seemed to lack a broad appeal.

I wanted to let you all know, I appreciate the kind emails asking how I am, and to let you know -im not dead yet

You know how sometimes you jerk off fast, and you enjoy it?

and other times, you want to go at a medium pace or even slower to get your rocks off?

Well, writing can be like that. There are times that I furiously knock out chapter after chapter. I wrote TWO books of Call Me Misty with over 20 chapters each.

They were rife with spelling and grammatical errors, but I knocked out the basic story that has been evolving. This story begins with a Mom catching her son jerking it to some BDSM porn.

This is not really a spoiler, but I will offer a little preview if you haven't read the story.

She is no prude. She tells her son that everybody does it, and she doesn't want to shame him about it. She sees he was wanking to some BDSM porn and admits she never understood that.

That's because (the back story) is that her ex-husband (and his father) and her tried it. Except it was all about him, and he treated her like a maid. She got a really bad impression of BDSM. However, she admits she always wondered what women got out of it.

This leads to a rather unlikely but entirely plausible scenario where she lets him tie her up - in part as a recompense for catching him beating his meat without knocking. Something opens up for Misty during that time and she experiences a sensation, or a desire that she's never had before. She gets a taste of raw adrenaline and so she wants to do it again.

However, she is ashamed of involving her son and feels it's inappropriate. She decides to find some guy to tie her up. That's easy enough. Unfortunately, he's a proper douche bag and ends up being irresponsible.

This leads to her son deciding that they need to have a safe and sane agreement about how they approach this play, and from there - new rules are introduced.

What I really wanted to do was create a dynamic power exchange relationship with people who really do not even realize that is what they are doing. They are defining their roles as they progress and that's what excited me about this story.

Honestly, I could go another 20 chapters of events after the second book concludes - so much changes and evolves. However, I feel I reached a proper stopping point for the story.

That still doesn't explain why I slowed down. I had some illness and personal issues that got in the way. That's always the case, right? Having fun and suddenly life wants to make you pay attention to that.

I get off on telling stories for two reasons. I've shared these before.

The first is I get to live the life vicariously through the eyes of the protagonist or storyteller. I get to be a fly on the wall. Often, I find myself compelled to write to see what happens next. When I get near the end, I am less inclined to write because now I know what's going to happen and I almost have to force myself to pay proper attention to landing the plane and letting the story end proper.

The second, and this is the selfish reason: I want to inspire others to write stories I might enjoy. My stuff isn't for everyone, but to the people that like it - they know why. I don't get much feedback but what I get is often very intelligent and analytic responses from people who seem to understand that I am not just telling a stroke story.

There is a strokable story, but the goal is often a transformative "it starts this way" and "ends that way" where someone matures, or relationships indellably change - usually with a happy ending for all parties except the truly wretched and unredeemable (if they are present).

I realize that if you look at the body of work I have on SOL, you would see a lot of patterns. A "Formula" of sorts.

Consensual BDSM relationships, Blackmail, Semi-Consensual, I've told all sorts of stories. However, there are often Easter Egg cross overs of cameos of characters from different stories. There is usually a shy nerdy guy or teen that serves as my alter-ego in the story. There is often a lot of butt stuff. I don't limit my fetishes. It's whatever I feel *WOULD* happen that happens.

I take a lot of flack for that. There are people who I know immediately go to my stories without reading them and downvote. I sometimes have a submissive male character and that is almost as divisive as bringing politics into a story. It used to tick me off, but I came up with one trick that helped me deal with that.

"Not to give a fuck"

I don't care what they do. If the score is a 5.4 because I had a submissive guy in the story or whatever, I don't give a shit. I enjoyed writing it, someone enjoyed reading it - the end.

The point I am making though, is that 98% of the stories on here I do not enjoy. I won't go into why, other than to say they just don't thrill me. I don't down vote them. I don't send nasty grams to the author. I just move on with my life.

However, I hope that by contributing to SOL, I can influence someone to write a story similar to my own. That's how I started.

I was hooked on Vulgus's stories. He has slowed down in recent years, and what inspired me was to write stuff LIKE he wrote. That's what turns my screws. Vulgus stuff.

I like stories set in relatable situations, often middle-America or trailer parks (because that's what I am from). I like stories involving vanilla people somehow connected to kink. I like flat chests, big fat tits, flappy fat asses, I like wet gaping pussies, so I usually include a lot of that.

It is my hope, that I can bring the number from 98% unrelatable stories I would never read, to maybe 96%.

However, I haven't done that great of a job. I think it's started to wear on me, and so I've slowed down.

I've also not been particularly inspired. I keep having ideas about a story, but I've been trying to find some new idea that isn't quite the formula that you may be used too. I've done fantasy stories about Game of Thrones (And even Fan Fiction of the game Civilization). I've done Civil War and Victorian Era fiction. I've done "different", so I need to find different in a different way but still satisfy my fantasies.

I do thrive on feedback. I used to leave comments on my stories. However, it became a haven for trolls and if you don't check them and prune out the "This is a proper pile of shite, mate." types of trolling comments then I may even miss them.

I used to go to the forums and post, but the community was fairly toxic, and so I rarely got constructive feedback. After Ernest Bywater's passing, I'd imagine it's gotten even worse. He was an author that took the time to offer constructive feedback any time someone asked for it.

I have a couple friends on here, who are kind enough to read my stuff and tell me when I have a grammatical error or a timeline inconsistency. They often share ideas with me. I wish I had more - but those are rare individuals who take the time to do the same thing I am doing - inspire someone to write the stories they like.

If you are wondering what Eddie is doing - I have slown down, but I haven't left. I'd like to do more short stories -maybe even an updated Christmas story for the season. However, the next story after Call Me Misty will be the conclusion of "Humiliation Games".

It was suggested by a friend that I write a Dolcett story. A mysogonist world where women are often barbecued. In Dolcett's art, he drew buxom women who were often very much on board with being barbecued and their main concern as whether or not they would be prepared incorrectly and their meat would be tough.

I couldn't quite tell the story I wanted. I don't have it in me. I told a neat story about a world where women except that they are second class - much like we don't extend rights to our pets. It's technically a Dolcett story but it's rather mild by comparison. I have about 9 chapters to post. I'll finish that story since I finished it. However, I am not sure it inspires or appeals to many. It takes a very eclectic pervert to enjoy Dolcett and I am not sure I did it very well. I didn't jump right into the tits being sliced off scenarios.

Then, I am not sure what I am writing next. I have several half-finished stories that have been fleshed out a great deal. I could go back to one of those, or try something new. Once you let a story sit cold for a while it is hard to pick back up, so it's more likely I'll try something new.

However, it's doubtful I'll return to posting a chapter a day like I used to do. I just can't keep up with editing and produce quality. That's the biggest concern. Without a true editor - I spend days trying to polish one chapter.