Last year, I wrote one of my favorite stories of all time "Twats the Night Before Christmas".
It was meant to be a short story, but for me, that's 12 chapters of 15+ pages each.
It was a fun idea; He's finally 18 years old and his parents have an 18+ annual Christmas Party. He's been excluded. He feels that is a double standard because his older sister got her invite right away.
He crashes the party and learns about this particular "Twatmas" party - It's a HO-HO-HO lot of fun and games.
I inserted my alter ego into the story as "Uncle Eddie". That version of me is stil just as full as shit as the real me, but he's gregarious, life of the party, and he is married to a woman that looks like Moran Fairchild - because why in the fuck not?
Pretty much every guy jerked off to her in the 1980s.
I thought a fun idea might be to revisit a romance of sorts that kicks off in that story. The neighbor's husband is an inattentive prick. I had plans for a story featuring Mrs. Sandusky, now in a committed relationship with Nick as her master, but still living with her husband, two daughters, and son.
In the story, she mentions a daughter, but I'd probably find a way to explain why she didn't bring them up.
The problem was that I just wasn't feeling all that fucking jolly this year.
That story is one to be told when you are feeling happy, and can laugh joyously. I had a falling out with a friend on here that was going down, and with real life drama - it just didn't seem like that story was ready to be told. I had no inspiration.
I've got this Sailor Moo story to edit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I have procrastinated my ass just like I have with Christmas shopping.
I just now caught up to chapter five with a repost and updated photos. (They are harder to make, now. About the time I was on chapter six, some legislation must have happened, and suddenly all of the LLM image generators online turned into ninny machines that freak out if they saw a pussy. In fact, I like to say that if the developers of AI image software ever actually saw a woman naked, they may not be so afraid to let you make a fucking image of one.
I spent a good part of hte evening on one picture. Hopefuly it was worth it. Chapters 6-12 are completed. I am just editing and it's taken weeks.
I have this great Spanksgiving story I started around Thanksgiving. I have chapter two pretty much done. I've done a shit-ton of research on it. I am calling this "Domestic Bliss" - it's sort of this 1950s ideal traditional wife/good housekeeping magazine type of world. There are no arguments. The dad is the head of the household and "Father knows best".
But like the executive officer on a ship, the wife would never contradict or play devil's advocate around her family when he says something. She'd discuss it respectfuly in private. It's a world where spanking butts and corporal punishment isn't a bad thing - it's for their own good/a sign you care enough to spank them. In short, it's my recollection of growing up.
I set in idyllic "Peach Valley", a sort of perfect suburb with just the right mass transit, small town vibe. Everyone has a big white two story house, you can afford it on a blue collar salary. Pool, two-car garage, even though the wife doesn't drive.
I mix in characters like J.H. Kellogg who had 42 foster daughters he raised in his insane asylum and most likely experimented on to prevent their 'chronic hysteria (masturbation). He and six other rich assholes invented a spanking holiday where wives say what they appreciate about their husbands after getting spanked in public.
Like anything Americans do, when I say "invented", they stole it from a German holiday, and completely changed it to suit their needs. They schedule it the day after Thanksgiving , simply because it's the start of the shopping season for Belsnickel. What is Belsnickel? Well, it's JUST like Christmas, only spanking of naughty girls is involved.
I created a theme park in this story, that I put a great deal of work into designing. I hope you will be patient with me. This story is a work of love. It's ot something I can bang out quickly.
In this story, my alter ego is cleverly named "Ian Neff" (A play on "ENF" or embaressed nude female). I don't always make an alter ego of myself in my stories but it's such a fun setting, I had to do it. I have plans to write many other stories in this universe.
The problem is mostly time. If possible, I'd still ike to drop a short Christmas story that's been percolating in my head called "The Fundamentals of Fundaments" based on a book written by Ian's father "C.M. Neff" (CMNF - clothed males, nude females), another genre I love.
In this story, the neighbor agrees to teach young Pete Omegan the birds and bees because he has in sisters to do it for him.
I also have this idea for a story called "Tamilfarmer108". I love Indian culture, and I feel like there is something missing from Indian erotica. I've already done a ton of research on this one as well and it will be picture heavy.
I came up with several stories centered around this concept. India has some of the most drastic repression when it comes to public nudity or even public displays of affection. Imagine though if some sunny day a new prime minister is elected and they decide to change the laws drastically!
Has anyone ever done a NIS (Nude in School) story in India? Imagine the fun you could have writing about the traditional beliefs of most people there who would feel shame/shun it, against some cute, highly intelligent Indian girl that volunteers for the program despite her conservative family's wishes and her walk to the school on a daily basis?
Most NIS stories are either Great Britain or the good old US of A in a fairly (all-white) setting. I have a couple other Indian story ideas up my sleeve, but it's really a matter of focus. I need to edit and publish the stories I do have. I have some older stories (Girl Scouts, New Foal, Aunt Scarlett) and some existing stories to do first.
I may try to bang out some short stories, and I may say fuck it tomorrow and just write the fundament story. I don't want you to think i've given up on existing stories if I do that. There are times where if I don't act on inspiration, i'll lose it forever. There are other times if I try to force myself to write - it wil come off wrong.