PancakesForDinner is a fellow femdom writer over on orgasmdenial.com. Pancake and I had an interesting cyclical inspiration effect this past year or so. He was inspired by my own works to create Sex Mage-style stories of his own, starting with a series called "Gods at Eighteen" and then moving on to other works as well. The Gods of Eighteen Universe is similar to my Sex Mage World setting, in which women the world over obtain psychic-magical Sex Powers.
While I had written a few half-assed attempts at a Sex Mage World setting prior to his stories, it was his Sex Power stories that in turn inspired me to go back and write my own fully realized Sex Mage World stories. In fact, I fully admit, I lifted a couple ideas from his stories, even as he adapted some of my concepts. I have enjoyed most of his Sex Power stories since, and seeing his writing has always encouraged me to keep at it whenever I'm in a slump, so I feel it's only right that I spread the word.
A few things to note: The "Gods at Eighteen Universe" operates under a slightly different paradigm of power usage than my own. It's a fun and creative take on the whole Sex Magic concept. His stories also tend to focus much more on humiliation of the male, which is something my stories mostly lack, so if you like that aspect of femdom, he's definitely your man. He does also touch into themes of incest, but even if you don't usually care for that topic, I would implore you to give his stories a try, they are well written enough that I think they surpass any initial "squick" factor. The man's a great writer, his take on the Sex Mage/Sex Power concept is fun and creative, and his writing style and focus is distinct from my own, so if my stories don't quite do it for you, he may touch your hot spots better than I can.
I should also note he has written non-Sex Power stories as well, such as "The Dude Ranch," which are written with equal quality.
His stories for purchase are located here, and are pretty reasonably priced: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/PFD
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The first thing Spark became aware of as she came to was something lightly touching between her legs. Sluggishly, she fought to consciousness, intending to shove whatever was doing that away. However, she couldn’t seem to get her arms forward. She tugged, but something was keeping her bound. Her eyes fluttered open and it took a moment for her gaze to focus. She found herself staring into the eyes of the dark haired woman in the alley. The woman was kneeling right in front of her, and Spark was slightly stunned by her beauty for a moment. A few seconds passed before Spark realized the gentle sensation between her legs was coming from the woman tracing a finger along her exposed vaginal lips, gently up and down, around and around. Spark let out a gasp as the fingertip brushed the tip her clitoris, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine.
Sluggishly, she tried to remember how she’d gotten here. She had been coming out of a movie theater, when she’d heard a cry for help in a nearby ally. Even though she was off-duty, Spark had raced over to help, and she’d seen a woman, this woman in front her now, kneeling on the ground, sobbing. Spark had reached over to help her, then felt something stick into her leg. She’d look down to see a needle, and then… then she was waking up here.
Spark snapped out of it as another shiver a pleasure ran through her body. She tried to jerk back, only to find her legs were similarly restrained. She realized she was completely naked and bound pretty thoroughly to a chair. Looking around, she could not tell where she was. Some open, but darkened space, with a single light hanging from a hang ceiling to illuminate the spot she was sitting. Perhaps some abandoned warehouse? Spark let out another gasp as the women’s finger touched her clit again. She called up the electrical energy in her body and tried to shock the woman’s finger with a strong jolt. However, nothing happened, save that the woman just maintained eye contact and smiled slyly at Spark.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Note: This story is set in the world of Civero, and is a sequel to Kat’s First Boytoy.
The semester was over, and Ben and I were enjoying the last few days of Finals Week. We’d been studying so much, sex hadn’t really been on either of our minds for the past couple weeks, but we were one of the lucky ones who got all their tests out of the way early. The last thing we had to do was the finishing touches of a collaborative writing project for our Creative Writing class, and we’d pretty much finished it already. So, we were now having fun being frisky for a few days before we had to part ways for summer. As we lay in bed, cuddling and kissing, Ben finally asked the question I’d been anticipating.
“So, how’s this going to work?” he said. “Summer, I mean. Are you going to let me play with my cock again?”
“Whose cock?” I teased, teasing a fingertip down his chest.
He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, your cock. Are you going to let me play with it?”
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Jim was nervous as he rang the doorbell to his new home. He was starting his first year of college, and for the sake saving some money, his parents had decided that he would have to move into the duplex where two of his mom’s friend’s daughters were staying. Maggie and Gemma were a junior and sophomore respectively at the same college Jim was attending, and their third roommate had been a senior who just graduated. So the timing had been perfect.
Well, perfect for them. Jim wasn’t sure how he felt about the situation, to be honest. Though they three had played together as little kids, back when they’d lived in the same neighborhood, they hadn’t talked in years, not since middle school, at least. He was effectively going to move in with two strangers, both of whom were old enough to have gained Sex Magic. A guy from his High School would probably be jealous as hell. Then again, most guys from his High School didn’t have an older cousin who had qualified to go to the prestigious
, who would then proceed to tell them exactly what kind of hell living 24/7 with a bunch of teenaged Sex Mages was like. Metis Academy
Well, he supposed it could be worse. At least he wasn’t still living with his parents.