Rating: Adult
Theme: Cumdump, Body marking, muscle/boot/cock worship
Kinks: Bondage, Missionary, Doggiestyle Daddy/cub
Ref for the Daddy http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14612462/
(Cub is of age)

The daemon smirked at the way his slut licked and kissed his heavy boot, practically making love to it even with the mess that leaked out of the muscled sub. "You think you're man enough for a second helping?" the wide winged man growled, stroking his cock and letting the thick precum drip onto the desperate dragon's back, his face, staining his leather boots and making the muscular man slurp them clean.

"Please Daddy... Ngh... I can't... I can't take it!"

It, of course, being the fact that with the heavy chains keeping his arms behind his own back, the dragon couldn't deal with the thick erection hanging low between his own legs. "Sshhh Cub... Raise that ass of yours up in the air so Daddy can make you forget about everything.."

That sounds hot thanks dude

Rating:adult
theme:an orc captures an adventurer

kinks:feets stink,face sit,farting,heavy musk,atomic wedgie,trapped in slime,stored and kept

"Let me go you.. AUghgh That's foul!"

The orc grinned down at the outraged adventurer. The man had been surprised at how quickly the beast had disarmed him. Even more when he'd been caught in the stomach and doubled over in pain. But the worst was seeing the way the green skinned giant's foot slid slowly out of a heavy boot, a thick, cloying grey slime clinging to it's horrid, stinky flesh. Said foot was currently bearing down on the defeated man's face, fumes making him dizzy as he tried to push the massive sole away with all his might. All that managed to do was allow the beast to pin his arms to his chest by stomping down, and now his face was wedged between two grimy toes, the filmy slime covering him and suffocating him into a blackness.

By the time the man woke up he was in a cave... and the beast grunted happily, quickly standing from it's seat to sit down on him. The foul, thick crack made his nose burn... and he couldn't even move his arms, the slime from earlier having been added to and now solidifying in a sort of disgusting, smelly straight jacket.

And then the farting started.

The adventure was certain, each time, he was going to die. His face would melt away. But he didn't. he survived, and worse, he didn't even go unconscious. This continued until the orc picked him upby the briefs, (a very, very painful procedure), and opened a cupboard filled halfway up with what could only be the beast's discarded, foul dirty laundry. With a horrendous shake and a slobbering lick over his face teh tusked beast reached up and slid his briefs up onto a hook in the cupboard, trapping him and making the man whimper. The more he tried to escape, the more his own underwear dug into his balls, his ass... and if they broke, well... he'd just fall into the disgusting, sludgy pile below, unable to use his hands.

That was just beautiful,thanks man~

Rating: Adult

Theme: Gogoat and Abomasnow body worship in gym locker room

Kinks: Anthro, buff, muscle worship, armpit worship, sweat, musk, ass worship, jockstrap, ball worship

The ice type grinned as the smaller but still rather thickly built pokemon crooned, licking up his sweaty calf, rubbing reverent fingers over a muscular thigh, the sweat that had drenched his face from the bigger mon's pits clearly visible. The shorter pokemon looked practically drunk as he made his way up against the yellowed jock strap keeping the ice type's cock and balls from view, whining quietly as he licked and sucked on the oft used fabric. Clearly the gogoat wanted more, so his bigger partner indulged him, tugging his balls free from the restrictive packaging and allowing their musky, sweaty weight fall onto the other's muzzle. He slurped and sucked and nibbled along the skin, eventually pushing on the much bigger man's belly.

With a smirk, the abomasnow leaned back and lifted a leg onto the bench, allowing the fervent grass type to press and bury his snout against the sweat fur and skin of the bodybuilder's ass, tongue slurping at all the trapped flavor with desperate worship. "That's rigt little bitch, keep.. ngh.g.. just keep going and ah juss might let ya suck on my cock..."

I always see you posting these journals. Kinda curious just how many paragraphs you've done over the period of time that you've been doing these.

I've started writing a bit and its kinda inspirational to see you plugging away at some many varied and different ideas.

And other than that, things goin good? I hope so.

Lost a lot of weight and put on some muscle at the gym. S'all going fine <3

I have no idea, but as you can see by going back through my journals, a lot.

Personally I have issues writing anything longer than a paragraph at a time, which is why I don't do stories often, or offer commissions, or generally do more than a paragraph or two for an RP post.
It's just easy and simple.

A great adage is that the greatest enemy of the writer is a blank page.
If you want to practice, there are a lot of idea generators online that will challenge you to use certain themes or ideas.

Question from one writer to another, do you have any particular kinks you find especially enjoyable to write? Any that you find especially tricky to portray?

And a request, because Orcs!

Rating: Adult
Themes/keywords: Orc shaman transforms human into a feral pet/sex slave
Kinks: Transformation (wolf), Ball/Ass Sniffing, Sweat, Orc, Body Worship, Humiliation

(Trying to get at themes you aren't asked for all the time here, but if you don't feel ok with writing kinky gay orc-on-sentient-beast action, dominating a werewolf is fine too.)

Personally I'm a huge fan of writing dub/noncon subs getting completely overwhelmed and forced to experience pleasure, despite absolutely not wanting to. Doubly so with stuff involving humiliation.
As far as tricky, hrm... Not entirely certain, really. Continuing a scene past a few paragraphs is certainly something that's murder for me.

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"Stop... Stop!" the human cried, falling to his hands and knees as his bones crackled and popped, limbs thinning and shortening while black fur grew from every pore. His mouth stretched out in a pained snarl, teeth lengthening and lips pulling back, words lost in the howl that escaped his new muzzle, the transformation completed before he could completely register what was happened. He looked back to see the wolf pelt wearing shaman grin down at him, sitting himself down on a stump. And he knew much more about him now.

Now he could smell the scent of sweat all over the man, easily overpowering the forest around them. He could smell the glistening droplets dripping down his pits, the lines of sweat that ran down his exposed ass.. And it sent a horrible heat deep inside him, each breath connecting to his spine like a lightning rod.

"I see you're noticing already. Good boy." the orc said smugly, smile widening when the words made the newly made wolf whimper. With shame. With... with lust. "That's right Pet. You like to serve your new Master... and Master wants that snout of yours to get acquainted with his scent. Up close and personal."

Despite his best effort to run, to escape, to get the hell away.. the wolf found himself drooling, paws taking him closer and closer to the source of that muggy scent. That cloying musk that hazed over his thoughts and made everything else unimportant. The beast pressed his sensitive nose against those tangerine sized orbs, rubbing it against the musky skin and earning mind numbing ear scratches for it, but the shaman wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

"Deeper. Go get the deepest scent and taste, Pet."

Before he could even understand, the wolf was sliding his cool nose lower, past the sweaty taint, into the drenched canyon of muscle and sweat... and licking, sniffing at the hidden pucker, desperately 'kissing' it with all due reverence.

"Good boy... Atta good good puppy... let your thoughts slip away, let the smell come in and wash all those rebellious thoughts away... and just enjoy being my little cumslut...."

Mmm... Very nice :P I love the way you tie scent to arousal and submission.

As for my own writing, I find it fairly easy to work out scenes once they get going: it's starting them that's the hard part for me. I find anything I try to write with a lengthy introduction I get stalled on or too obsessed over details. I pretty much have a hard time keeping things short and to the point.

So what you're saying is our writing is directly opposite of each other xD

to some extent I guess. I still have trouble writing more than anything more than a few pages though. :)

Theme : General
Themes/Keywords : Forest, Medieval, Meggido both snake and owl, back-to-back, surrounded by orcs, ready to fight. Weapons/armor is all you choice.
Kinks: N/A besides epic carnage or defeated and captured

"You're dead, assholes." the orc growled, smirking as several of his men cocked their bows. They all aimed at the leather wearing snake and his partner, the robe clad owl. "You thought you could get the best of us? A sellsword and a scholar?"

The owl took the time to adjust his glasses, looking at the situation around them. "Please. My compatriot here isn't to be confused with your ilk. He's of a much more... respected calling. I won't deny being a scholar, but you'd be surprised what a few years reading books can do..."

"Enough babbling. Fill em with holes!"

A sweep of his wings, and the dust on the forest floor rose up to cover the pair from sight, but each bowman fired his arrow....

And immediately fell, a stone tipped wooden shaft sticking through their throats. The bandits who had only readied swords and knives looked at each other with worry, and then back down at the pair as the dust cleared. They were a blur. Flashes of red scale and shining metal sent knives soaring through the air, each one hitting their mark. An eye. An artery in the neck. A raised weapon hand. The more they stared, the more of their hundred and fifty plus number dropped from the onslaught of flashing steel.

And keeping in step came the owl, his back always to the assassin's , his wing tips also a blurry as he gestured towards any approaching orc. They were vastly outnumbered... but with patches of ice appearing underfoot, or mighty gusts of wind, or even walls of fire to temporarily slow advances, none of the massive bandits could approach the pair fast enough to avoid being cut down by the snake's keen aim. Even attempts to retreat were cut off with bolts of lghtning or the appearance of acidic rain filled clouds, the semi disciplined appearance quickly falling into nothing more than total and complete chaos around the pair.