Let’s Talk Boobs and Sex!

There’s an attention grabbing headline, LOL

So what has me interested in talking about boobs, you ask? It’s because of my work on my revamped Witchfire erotica series here, AND some past verbal brawls on Twitter.

Twitter is where it all started. Back when I had an account there and had first decided to try to make a go of writing Erotica to sell, I ran into a boatload of opinionated people. On Twitter? Shocking, right? LOL. The most annoying group was a gaggle of busybody would-be erotica authors that constantly trashed others’ writing. Men got it really bad from them.

I did a rant in the ‘safe’ blog about how I thought they were being narrow-minded and losing out on half the population as potential customers. I’ll skip repeating that here. Long story short, I try to write to appeal to both men and women. I also don’t mind missing out on the extreme elements of either gender.

Trying to work up physical descriptions along with unique turn-ons and hot spots for each character in the Witchfire series got me to thinking just how silly so much of adult entertainment, AND some of the debates around it are. It’s not just men who are clueless about boobs, for example. And believe me, 95% of them are… Women are nearly as bad. There are several reports that somewhere between 45% and 55% of Western women are wearing incorrectly sized bras. Many of the articles out there advocating that bras are bad for breast health are written BY WOMEN also.

Just as an FYI; poor fitting bras are bad. Properly fitting ones prevent sagging and tearing of connective tissue holding the breasts to the rib cage.

If you’re a ‘big’ girl, a properly fitting bra can better distribute the twins’ weight across your shoulders and save some major back aches.

Getting back to erotica and porn though… Part of the reason I made Krystal / Witchfire a normal sized gal in a world full of giant boobed superheroines was to put a dent in the “bigger is better” myth. Big boobs certainly have their charms and some of the stereotypes about them are true

Trying to inject a little humor here. 😀

But aside from personal preferences, most of the ideas about big boobs are a myth. Just like all women are unique, boobs are too. Sex drive and performance has NOTHING to do with boob size for starters. It’s simply a societal thing in many parts of the world that a big breasted woman is expected to be more sexual.

As for sensitivity, small boobs are GENERALLY more sensitive because the nerve endings in them are closer together. They’re not spread out over a greater surface area. Breast sensitivity also has alot to do with genetics and how close to the surface those nerve endings end up being. My BFF in high school was a good example there. She was almost as big as the “Epic Boobs” girl above and had crazy sensitive boobs. Some women also are more sensitive on different parts of the breasts. The lower outside quadrant being almost as common as nipples. Again, it all depends on where the nerves ended up thanks to her genetics.

Truth though; almost ANY woman can have the fabled “boobgasm” if their boobs are handled properly. Sadly, porn teaches men to treat boobs like a chew toy or a stress ball. Some girls may like their boobs handled a little more firmly, but nobody likes them mangled. A woman is also far more likely to melt from a light fingertip tracing around her nipple than pinching and pulling it.

And Then There’s Dicks…

Dare we even talk about the giant penis thing in porn also? Talk about a myth! Too big hurts as it’s rammed into the cervix. Don’t believe me? Look at some of that giant wiener porn and see how far the guy actually goes into the girl. Usually only half way. Just like a penis, a vagina varies in size, so every woman is different, and you can’t necessarily judge by how tall she is either.

Truth here, guys? The ideal size for a woman is one that can fill her almost completely when you’re hilted, but stop short of hitting her cervix. So, yes, size DOES matter, but not as much as you think. Technique matters just as much, maybe a little more.

Hot Spots and Foreplay:

Sadly a lost art even in women’s romance novels, nevermind porn itself. Guys, and gals also, you owe it to yourself and your partner to take the time to thoroughly explore their body. Everybody is different, and they will have slightly different sensitivity in each erogenous zone. Each hot spot MAY only respond if touched a certain way also. It’s your job to figure it all out. Learn what makes them tick and how to fully push those buttons.

I can hear the guys out there saying “why bother”, etc…

I’ll tell you why. Because as good as you THINK you are with your cock, enough foreplay before getting started will make her reactions FAR more intense. A woman you’ve taken the time to FULLY satisfy and show you care enough about her needs to take that time, also becomes much more uninhibited sexually. Typically she’ll be eager to show you how much she appreciates it. If not, you probably have the wrong girl.

Instead of treating getting her properly aroused as a waste of time, take it as a challenge to see how turned on you can make her before entering her. Push her buttons. See if you can make her beg (don’t push it if it ain’t her thing!). See if you can get her so turned on that she climaxes as soon as you enter her.

So yeah… Maybe our porn and erotica would be better and have more universal appeal if our sex education and willingness to please our partners on every level was better.

The Promised Witchfire News

I promised last post to do a brief teaser about what was coming in my rebooted Witchfire series. Time to follow through. 🙂

Those who read my Chapter 1 rough draft post know that Krystal is going to get sent back to the day that her entire adventure started, not just that, she’s taking ComixFana’s Special Agent Sullivan with her for the ride. The HOW that happens, I’m leaving as a mystery for a chapter or two.

Initially thrilled to be back in the real world, Krystal quickly realizes that if she doesn’t return, she will never see her true love again. Not a problem, she’s back shortly before the time she got banished to Delta City, right?

About the time that they return to Delta City, Krystal and Sully will realize “Hey, we’re going back with a couple of months of advance knowledge of the future. We’ll have it made!”

Or will they? You see, what Krystal and Sully don’t know is that a pair of villains will also be traveling back to the past and are equally determined to see to it that their side doesn’t lose. The fate of Delta City and it’s heroines quickly turns into a chess game as both sides try to outmaneuver the other.

The bad news for Krystal and Nancy Peye is that the villains have decided the best way to deal with their interference is… pretty kinky.

New Character Biographies Posted

I’ve been working on a handful of character biographies for my Witchfire stories. First, I started with Witchfire herself, and cleaned up some of her weaknesses and powers. Subtle but it’s there. I also changed her top back to a corset after finding one in the character builder that I liked, and cleaned up her hair. I liked the idea of wavy hair for her, but the pieces I put together for her last style just didn’t blend together smoothly at all.

The new look is simple, clean and comfortable, although I do still wish I could have gotten a bit of a wavy look to it. The new look follows my belief that keeping things simple is usually better though. Speaking of which; here’s her new costume:

The corset should be easier to get in and out of. Important in naughty stories. 😉

Aside from Witchfire, I did biographies for three characters created at DangerBabeCentral.com (where all this madness started, lol). Witchfire’s girlfriend Amazing Babe has a biography now, and I expanded upon the existing mini-biographies for Mister X’s characters Omega Woman and Battle Sprite.

For Amazing Babe and Omega Woman, I used pictures from DangerBabeCentral to show their costumes, then created some renders for their street clothes and less.

Battle Sprite was a one story character who only appeared for a few panels at DBC. I decided to challenge myself to make her into a more legitimate character. See for yourselves how it worked.

Note also that all the biographies have an intimate details section at the bottom. The measurements are because I write for men and women. The rest is notes for me to help keep each character unique when I get to the kinky parts. Readers can use the info to get a little better understanding of each character.

Tomorrow, since I’m getting close to publishing again, I’ll talk about the concept and goal behind the Witchfire series, and a tiny bit about where it’s going.

Today’s Update

Moving along from the last rant… It didn’t take me nearly as long as I feared to reset the blog to some semblance of it’s past appearance. That much is good.

Seems WP did send an email also, and my suspicions were correct about Themes, Domain Names and Formatting with free vs premium… at least after I did a little digging. Yeah, screw WP. I’ve been mad ever since they blocked access to the blog to blackmail a payment last week.

I’m still debating the look of the site as well… The background pics and header are meant to convey the level of sensuality I want to publish here.

Still, Its scared a few visitors, lol. I can’t help but wonder if I should dial it back (at least a little) for that reason.

I have a new cleaner font for my posts now as well, and I’ve gone to using a larger font size (19 in the editor) to make things a little easier to read. It tends to make the posts look longer than they are, BUT it is easier on the eyes.

The writing progresses as well. The last few days, I’ve been focused on character profiles and plot notes for my revamped Witchfire series. Properly organized, I’m hoping I’ll eliminate the writer’s block I typically struggle with. Some of the notes seem silly on a superficial level; measurements, what hot spots and kinks each character has, etc… Boys love to know which girl has the biggest tits though, and the rest of the information helps keep each character and their scenes unique. Cookie cutter sex is boring after all.

After weeks of spinal decompression treatment for my neck, and ongoing physical therapy at home, I’m finally feeling more like my old self. Heaven knows I’m even more frustrated than my few readers with all the delays and shelved projects.

At any rate, if WP cooperates, I should have a few more biographies and notes posted later today.

Looks like I have some reading to catch up on as well. In between all the spam, I didn’t realize that Cassandra and a couple of the others I follow have been busy writing sexy stuff also. 🙂

What a Train Wreck! AKA WordPress Strikes Again

Ok, so I paid my fees of $22 USD to maintain the blog’s old name, but really wasn’t willing to drop almost $100 to keep the premium status on the blog. Eliminating the ads would be nice, but the price is insane!

Anyway, for a week I was fine. WP unlocked the blog again and I could function. I come back late last night and find out it’s ALL been derailed. SilkCords.blog is now silkserotica.wordpress.com and ALL my site formatting is completely lost. The place is set up like some Yoga site now.

Yes, I’m pissed.

It took me going into the ‘Manage Domains’ tab to find out WP was happy to take my money, BUT won’t let the PAID FOR domain name be the actual primary domain unless I pay for a premium plan. Of course they didn’t mention this while holding this blog hostage for a week before I paid the $22 for the domain name. Then, on top of everything else, WP trashes the blog’s format completely?!?

At this point, WP can kiss my arse. They won’t get another dime out of me.

I’ve been working hard on background notes and story outlines to try to avoid getting derailed again, and was getting set to post a few character renders, and now I have to spend half the night trying to fix the blog’s formatting.

Between the world’s crappiest editor / post formatter and customer service like this, is it any wonder so many bloggers are up in arms? This is what happens when you allow a company to get too big a share of the market. Just like Amazon and MicroSoft, WordPress doesn’t give a damned about individual customers.

A Sneak Preview

I’m finally back in the saddle again, writing. I’ve got the first half chapter of my Witchfire reboot done. A rough first draft of it anyway. I guarantee the final draft full chapter will knock your socks off when it’s released.

I’m going to start working on projects outside of this Witchfire series also. I think I’m getting close enough to publish worthy writing. I have to be willing to stumble a bit at first anyway. Otherwise I won’t grow.

Gotta say I’m disappointed that people just hit Like without reading or replying to the last post also. I could have used the feedback. It’s part of life at WordPress though.

Anyway… On with the show!

Witchfire Redux – Chapter 1

The Reboot

Introduction or Spoiler / Update for Readers:

As people who were following my series may recall, I’d been planning a “reboot” of the series for a couple of episodes.  Krystal’s / Witchfire’s looks had evolved, as had her origin.  I was unhappy with various parts of my storytelling thus far also.  Her relationship with the She-Legion had more poorly planned ups and downs than a CW television series relationship.  I think I was being a little too shy about the peril theme of DangerBabeCentral as well.

With that in mind, and not wanting to put readers through multiple more chapters working towards a reboot, I’m jumping right into it.  This will start a few weeks after Chapter 11 ended in the old series and will have Krystal sent back to Day 1.  The story can be read from here for new readers, but the gap in that two weeks will be filled in via conversation for long term readers who want a sense of cohesion.

Krystal / Witchfire will be based on her evolved origin, and I’m going to make the stories more risqué as well.  I don’t want to give away the surprise, but suffice it to say I’ve found a way to throw a monkey wrench into the works for Witchfire and the She-Legion also.  This will be far more than a simple retelling of the chapters thus far.  For non-suspense readers, I’ll also be revealing a little more info about the bad guys and their plans at a quicker pace than before.

With the permission of Deanna Troi and ComixFana, I’ll be borrowing their characters and occasionally putting a spin on Troi’s “Delta City P.I.” events also for my own alternate reality version since we were collaborating on stories at one point.

Krystal stirred quietly still half asleep, and pulled the sateen (faux satin) sheets up over her shoulders to shield herself from the fan’s breeze.  As she started to drift back to sleep, she became aware of the muscular arm draped over her and the hand softly cupping her breast.  Instinctively she let out a soft, purring “Mmmm” and pressed her body lightly against the one behind her.  She awakened further as she felt the shaft of a fairly large and quickly hardening erection pressed against her rear.

No sooner had she felt the erection then another arm slipped underneath her, and both her breasts were being softly kneaded.  She let out a low moan of wanton pleasure, jutting her chest forward into the strong but gentle hands.  After a few moments, her hips began grinding against the erection pressed against her and she felt several soft kisses tracing their way up her shoulder towards her neck.

Krystal tilted her neck, pushing the side of her face into her pillow and opening herself up to further kisses along her neck and below her ear.  By the time the kisses had reached her ear lobe, she was panting with desire. 

She let out another long low moan and gasped a soft but hungry “Yes”.

No sooner had she done so then she was pulled onto her back with her amorous partner on top of her on all fours.  They kissed passionately as Krystal wrapped her legs hungrily around his waist, grinding her hips against his throbbing manhood.

It was only as they slowly broke their long, deep kiss that Krystal realized she didn’t remember going to bed with anyone, particularly not a man.  She had her relationship with Amazing Babe after all…  She opened her previously heavily lidded eyes and looked up.

It was Sully!

WHAT THE HELL?!? Krystal thought as panic set in.  How did THIS happen?

Sully, seemingly completely oblivious and lost in the moment, began kissing his way down the front of Krystal’s shoulder and across her breasts.  Krystal fought against the little surges of erotic lightning that raced from her breasts to her clit with every kiss.  She unwrapped her legs from Sully’s waist and put her hands on his broad chest, pushing with all her strength.

“Stop!” she half yelled, worried about drawing attention to them.

Sully muttered something that Krystal couldn’t quite make out with his face buried in her modest cleavage. 

Frustration set in, along with panic over possibly being discovered by Ms. Americana.  Krystal gave one last emotion fueled push and then slapped Sully across the face.

“Stop it, Sully!” Krystal yelled.  “Brenda will kill both of us, maybe literally.”

Sully shook his head and became fully aware of the situation.  “What the hell, Red?!?” he exclaimed.

“You tell me.” Krystal retorted.  “You’re the one on top of me.”

Sully scrambled off of Krystal and pulled the sheets over his lower half, awkwardly covering his pronounced erection with his hands on top of the sheets.

Krystal shook head and put her hand on her forehead.  “My head hasn’t felt this mushy since that tequila bender on the beach my freshman year.  What the hell happened, and why can’t I remember anything?”

Sully shook his head as well.  “I wish I knew.” He replied.  He looked around at the small room.  “I’d settle for just knowing where in the hell we are.”  “It looks like some sort of…”

“HOLY SHIT!” Krystal screamed, leaping out of the bed.  “Holy shit, holy shit!”  “I’m HOME!”  She jumped up and down a few times, pumping her fist in the air as she did.

A dumbstruck Sully watched her display as he tried to process the information.  “Wait a second, you mean, home home?” he finally managed.  “Like we’re all fairy tales where you come from home?”

Krystal nodded excitedly, an almost manic gleam in her eye.  “YES!  This is Village dorms at UC San Diego… where I was going to college before all this insanity started.”  She raced over to the window and looked outside.  “See?”  That’s Torrey Pines Scenic Drive across the street.  It leads to Black’s Beach.  I go down there and topless sunbath sometimes.  Occasionally a nighttime skinny dipping session in the ocean also.

“Uuhhhh, Red…” Sully stumbled.  “You… might want to put some clothes on before hanging around in front of the window like that.”

Yes, it’s a bikini, not lingerie. This IS a Rough Draft. 😛

“Pffft, who’s gonna see?” Krystal replied dismissively.  “Most of the students on this level are girls also, and the few boys here…  Well, The Geek is probably a better lay than any of them.”

“Krystal!” Sully exclaimed.  His face turned a shocked red, eliciting an amused snerk from Krystal.

“Sooner or later, you’re going to have to see that your ‘little sister’ is a grown woman, with all the needs and desires that go with that.” Krystal said.  Her amused smile only made Sully blush even more.

‘Yeah…” Sully started, then paused awkwardly.  “I’m having a hard time forgetting that at the moment.”

Krystal chuckled.  “That’s hard not to notice.  Little Sully isn’t so little.”  Seeing Sully’s fluster start to tilt towards anger, Krystal decided to back off.  She took a very brief moment to compose herself then continued to speak; her tone more serious this time.  “Look, I’m not sure how we ended up here, but nothing happened, I know that much”, she said.  “We both still have our underwear on, and while I’m turned on as hell, I can tell I haven’t had anyone inside me”. 

Krystal pursed her lips and looked down.  “As for what almost happened…”  “I suspect we can blame my aura of sexual energy for that.”  She paused for a couple of awkward moments.  “Nothing happened though, so… no harm no foul, right?”  She looked up with an embarrassed smile and hopeful eyes.

“Yeah…” Sully almost muttered, clearly embarrassed.  “I barely remember you warning Brenda and I about that…  It seems like weeks ago though.”  “I wonder how long we were out…”

“Long enough for you to soak up a major dose of that seductive energy.  Maybe just overnight though.  “I’m not famished or dehydrated, so it hasn’t been that long.”  Krystal looked around, lost in thought.  “Figuring out how to get back to Jessica and Brenda should be the main thing though.”

Sully let out a frustrated snort.  “You gonna wave your magic wand and blink us back into storybook land?” he asked.

Krystal shook her head.  “I get that you’re frustrated, but don’t take it out on me.”  She glanced over at the small desk near her bed.  “There’s my laptop… I can actually show you that I’ve been telling the truth.”  Krystal sat down at the desk and booted up her laptop, then let out an exasperated sigh.  “I swear Windows just did a massive OS update right before I poofed into Delta City”, she grumbled.

Krystal sat in the chair glaring at the computer, her arms crossed under her breasts and tapping her foot impatiently.

Sully shook his head slightly.  “Seriously, Red…  How about putting some clothes on?

Krystal let out an amused snort.  “I’ve got my underwear on, just like you.”

“Yours leaves little to the imagination though”, Sully replied.

“So do your boxer briefs… at least when you’re this happy to see me”, Krystal quipped with an amused smirk.  “Alright, alright…” Krystal said, hopping out of the chair and cutting off a retort from Sully.  She walked over to her dresser and stared at the outfit sitting on top of it.  “That’s… odd”

“What’s wrong, Red?”, asked Sully, pulling his jeans off the floor and sliding into them.

“I… always put my clothes out the night before…” Krystal said, clearly troubled.  It took a moment for her to find her voice again.  “This yoga outfit was the one I wore the day I disappeared.”  She held up the plain navy blue sports bra and stared at it for a moment before removing her sheer bra and slipping the sports bra on in its place.  “That outfit was lost when the Professor Whirter had me thrown in the asylum though”, she grumbled.

Sully seemed to be paying Krystal little attention as he found the rest of his clothes at the side of the bed and finished getting dressed.  “Credentials and gun are still here… good thing.  I’d hate to have to explain that to the Bureau…” he muttered.

Krystal took off the sheer panties she had been wearing and slipped on the knee length yoga pants.  She gave Sully a dirty look and let out an annoyed sigh.  “Men…”, she grumbled.

“What?” Sully asked.

“Nothing”, Krystal grumbled.  “Looks like the update is done”, she added.  She walked back over and sat down in front of the computer, then keyed in its password.  The system finished loading, and Krystal quickly pulled up her browser and keyed in DangerBabeCentral’s URL.

“Sunnovabitch… That’s Brenda!” Sully cursed as the home page came up.  “…and Green Spectre, Got Gal and Jungle Babe!”  Sully’s blood boiled as he saw the 3D renderings of Brenda getting violated seven ways to Sunday.  “I’m gonna kill somebody!” he fumed.

“Calm down”, Krystal replied in a mildly annoyed tone.  “I’ve told you before this isn’t the Truman Show.”  “The writers are just tapping into imagination to create kinky stories.”  “They have no idea that’s how it works either.”  “Tell them and they’d just thing it was airy fairy new age BS”.

Sully crossed his arms and grumbled.  “I guess it’s hard to argue that…  Brenda and I also thought yah hit your head too hard or something”.  “So, I’m in here also?” he asked, still trying to adjust to having his mind blown.

“Yeah…  Here…” Krystal replied as she jumped to Mister X’s page, then the stories section and then ComixFana’s page.  She got up and let Sully sit in front of the laptop.

Sully’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he skimmed through various stories.  “Who the hell is this Comics Fan and how the hell does he know every detail of every single intimate encounter I’ve had??  Even the stuff while I was separated from Brenda!”

“ComixFana…” Krystal corrected.  “And I have no idea.  It’s a screen name after all.”  “From what I gather, he… or she, I don’t know… is just somebody who wanted to bring a little civility to the website.  This was how I first learned about you though… and what you’d done for the She-Legion.”

Sully facepalmed and stared dumbfounded at all the various story authors listed.  “So… each one of these represents an alternate reality version of Brenda’s and my world… where the gals are being taken advantage of and abused?”

“It’s hard to say how many of them overlap, but yeah…  It’s a fair bet that some of them are alternates.” Krystal replied. 

“Enyo, what in the hell have you gotten me into??” Sully exclaimed, borderline despondent.

“No offense, Sully, but she is the goddess of the chaos and destruction of battle.” Krystal said.  “You kind of have to expect a mess like this from her.”

“That’s not the goddess I know, kid”, Sully replied grimly.  “Still with all this mess… not knowing where Brenda is, or if she’s OK, I’m having my moment of doubt here.”  Sully looked up at Krystal.  “Wait, what about here?” he asked in an almost frantic tone.  “You’re a powerful witch, this world must be overflowing with heroes we can recruit, right?”

Krystal gave Sully a sympathetic look.  “I wish it were that simple”, she replied.  “There are no superheroes here.”

“What??” Sully gasped.  “But you…”

Krystal cut him off in mid-sentence.  “This world is a… dead zone for lack of a better term.  What I can do magically in Delta City is a dream for me.  Here… well, magic is much weaker and manifests in much more subtle ways.  It’s easy to pass off as coincidence when you do see it.”

“I guess that explains what happened to your magical tattoo thing…” Sully replied.

Krystal glanced at the laptop screen, and the color drained from her face.  She let out a gasp and pointed at it.

“What’s wrong?”, Sully asked.

“Th… The date…”, Krystal stammered.  “It’s… the date Freya banished me!”  “We… can’t have gone back in time also!”  Krystal ran to the dresser and grabbed her iPhone, frantically swiping the screen and pulling up the calendar, then dropping it on the floor and taking a step back.  “It… is…” she said weakly.

Sully rushed over as he saw Krystal’s knees start to buckle, catching her and keeping her upright.

“I… I’m OK…” she managed.

“This could be a good thing though… Right, Red?” Sully asked.  “It means we’ve got our ticket back…”  “We can save Brenda and Jessica.”

“I… hope so”, Krystal replied.  “I’ve read so many weird theories about time travel, I don’t know what to think.”  “Goddess, I can’t believe I actually want to go back to that nightmare…”  “I can’t go through that asylum again, I just can’t…”

Sully put his hands on Krystal’s shoulders supportively.  “Don’t worry…  We’ll figure it out, somehow.”  “Soooo… what happened anyway?”, he asked.  “How did you end up getting banished to such a hellish version of our reality?”

“I… got into an argument with Freya.” Krystal said, sitting on the edge of the bed.  “She… popped up on my laptop and lectured me about not spending enough time being a good Wiccan.  I figured it was a scam and went total bitch on her.”  “Next thing I know I’m in the basement of Nightmare Manor in the middle of a brawl between Nightmare Witch and some of the She-Legion.”

“Ouch…”, Sully replied with a grimace.  “That doesn’t sound like you though.”  He sat down on the bed next to her.

Krystal offered a weak smile and brushed her hair out of her eyes.  “Trust me, I’m every bit the stereotypical wild redhead…  Let’s just say I’ve learned a little humility since that day.  I’d still never be going back there if it wasn’t for Jessica though.”

Sully nodded thoughtfully.  “What time did all this happen?”

“It was 3:05pm when I was banished”, Krystal replied.  “I’ll never forget that.”

“Cripes, so we have to wait 5 hours?” Sully asked.

“That’s if she even shows up this time around.” Krystal replied.

“Can’t you just invoke or summon her or whatever?” Sully asked.

“She’d never really made her presence known before that.” Krystal replied.  “I have no idea if she’ll even show at 3.  Alot has changed.”

Sully nodded and took a deep breath.  “Alright, we both have to stay calm and centered.  An idea will come to us if we do.  Let’s just try to noodle our way through it.”  “Uhm… one thing before I forget though…  Let’s not mention my previous dalliances to Brenda, OK?  We both have a ‘the past is the past’ thing with what happened while we were apart, but women can still be funny when they find out you’ve slept with their now friends.”

Krystal tilted her head for a moment.  “I’m not sure if I’d be pissed or intrigued… as long as it was before a relationship.  Yeah, I’ll keep quiet even though you’re probably worried about nothing.”

“Thanks.” Sully replied, looking quite relieved.  “Hmmm, something just dawned on me also…  How’d you get the name Witchfire anyway?  You use lightning more than anything.”

“It was never about my magic, it was about my fiery temper and bright red hair”, Krystal answered with an amused chuckle.

Sully laughed.  “That figures.  OK, so getting back to our return, let’s start at the beginning.  What would you need to make contacting Freya work?”

Krystal thought for a minute.  “I have my book of shadows here, and a good amount of ritual supplies like candles…  Mainly, I’d need time to purify myself and build some energy to weave the spell.”

“OK, that sounds promising!” Sully said as a smile retuned to his face.  “How long do you think that’d take?”

“Guaranteed success?”, Krystal asked.  “Probably a good day.  I feel weak as a kitten right now.”

“That may be too late”, Sully replied.  “My gut tells me we need to be back there no later than the time you first arrived.”

“Mine too, but if I botch the ritual due to lack of power, then I have to start all over again”, Krystal said.

“There’s got to be some other way to boost your batteries”, Sully said.  “Don’t you have some crystal or magic doodad?  You witches must have something for situations like this.”

Krystal chuckled.  “Actually, we do”, she replied.

Sully raised an eyebrow.  “So why are you giving me that look then?”  “What are we talking about here?”

“Tantra”, Krystal replied.

“You mean sex??” Sully asked, mildly shocked.  “What the hell, Red!”

“Actually, only some varieties of Tantra are sexual, but yes, that’s what I meant” Krystal replied with a wry chuckle.  “What did you expect?  I follow a sex goddess.  Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen you undressing ‘little sister’ here with your eyes.  I know you’re… curious” 

“Looking ain’t touching”, Sully replied.  “Besides, I can blame that sex aura of yours on that.”

“Mmmhmmm…” Krystal replied with a not so coy grin.  She took a deep breath, then continued.  “Here’s the thing…  Circulating energy between two people in tantra doesn’t double the energy, it increases it exponentially when done right, and that wheel of energy gets stronger as it continues, kind of like a snowball rolling downhill.”

“I’m no expert on this stuff though”, Sully countered.  “Sure, I know a few tricks, but…”

“You don’t have to be, just let me take the lead energetically”, Krystal replied.  “And before you start in about Brenda, remember this is to get us back to her, and Jessica.”

Sully sighed.  “I suppose you’re right.  This is going to be weird though…”

Krystal flashed an evil grin.  “Don’t worry, by the time I’m done the last thing you’ll think of me is some little sister.  Who knows?  You might even forget about all those other girls like Lady Kraft”, she added with a wicked giggle.

“You may be good, but you’re no Brenda.” Sully retorted, answering Krystal’s challenge.

“I’m not looking to take her place.” Krystal replied flatly.  “Sex alone can never replace love.”  “Bet I can make you scream my name and admit I’m far better than her ladyship though.”  The wicked grin returned as she saw the growing bulge in Sully’s jeans.

“I’m tempted to make that a real bet, but I’ve seen how much tension your little bet with Night Raven has caused”, Sully replied, pulling off his jacket.  “I’m still not sure I like this, but it doesn’t look like we have much choice.  Where do we start?”

TO BE CONTINUED… JUST WHEN WE HIT THE FUN PART TOO, LOL

Need Some Reader Input

It’s been a while. For those who don’t follow my other blog (the PG rated one), I’ve been battling through some long term spinal issues, and finally got decompression treatments to try to restore my neck and back.

Excuses aside, I have been working on the next chapter in my “Witchfire” series. I’ve been stuck for a while at 8 pages (in Word) into the story though.

I finally had a breakthough and realized the issue. I was unhappy with the pace of the story.

I’m curious what readers here think though… Does the series move too slowly for you? Am I working in too many explanations into conversations instead of just getting to the fights and the kinky stuff?

It’s a tough line to walk; trying to create a real story out of porn, especially when it’s superheroine exploitation themed. If I can turn that into something readable though, I’m ready to write something I can publish

Erotica, Porn & Stereotypes

I got into an interesting “debate” earlier today about the evils of Porn. I say debate with quotes because it went the way many internet discussions go, with the other side refusing to listen to anything that diverged from their own particular view that everything “adult” was evil and degrading to women.

I do NOT want to get into the pattern or appearance of defending what’s wrong with the adult entertainment industry. My sole objection in the earlier debate elsewhere was that EVERY woman was a sex slave and that every adult video out there is degrading to women. Jenna Jameson made a fortune in the porn industry. 1993’s “Cabin Fever” was made by women for women.

I guess my questions / conversation starters are:

  1. How do we make these more the rule than the exception?
  2. How do we separate erotica from hardcore hentai and porn?
  3. How do we help men, especially younger men, see that porn is a FANTASY and not the real world?
  4. Is it even possible to convince some people that sex isn’t evil?

A couple of things before we dive into discussion:

First, once again, I’m not defending sex trafficking, use of under age performers, and such. These things should be stamped out, period.

Second, I’m not talking in point number one about making all porn into romance novels (which is kind of what Cabin Fever was). I’m talking about making it passionate and appealing to both sexes.

Lastly, I’m working from the assumption that censorship and outlawing any sort of adult video is only going to drive the industry underground and make it harder to monitor. Much the same way prohibition did with booze and the recent COVID related censorship did with alternative views and questioning the government.

I actually do have some ideas for all four questions above. I want to see what readers have to say first however. 😉

Update

I am back among the “living” here. It’s been a miserable several months getting ready to move cross country and then settling into a new place.

Work shall resume on writing. 🙂

I’ve been pondering both how to keep the blog going if I get into creative slumps, as well as the darker aspects of the porn / adult entertainment industry. That has been something that’s bothered me, particularly with my Witchfire series. There’s a fine line between erotic and exploitative.

My solution is that I’m going to do a series of posts / articles talking about sex, erotica and porn. I’m hoping I can throw out some tips, dispel some misconceptions and do my small part to try to improve relations between the sexes. Hopefully we have some fun along the way as well.

Witchfire Isn’t Dead…

And neither am I. 🙂

Things have been really hectic in my personal life the last few months.

I’ve really want to get back to writing though, and promise I’ll be back soon. I’m already working on outlines now. Aside from Witchfire’s ongoing story I have other ideas that I’m trying to develop, including a possible erotic walk through of the game Skyrim (if I get any interest there) and some Star Wars stuff. I don’t want to say more than that just yet. I’d prefer to under-promise and over-deliver.