Saw this floating around the 'net today.

http://i.imgur.com/a4pro.jpg

No idea if it's a one-off or a product for sale. Probably the former.

Dad's finishing up his chemo. The surgery is in a month.

I'm still looking for work.

I miss having someone to cuddle up to. Affection-starved I guess. Adults are supposed to keep a stiff upper lip about that I suppose, but screw it, I'm lonely.

My desktop PC had a melt-down when the motherboard's capacitors bit the dust. Replacing the motherboard proves to be quite difficult, because my tech is so old. Urrrrgh.

On the 'Good News' side of the equation: ...Uhm. I'm mostly healthy. I'm continuing my self-taught culinary education. My family is doing well. I've met a few new vore folks through The Black Labyrinth chat. The weather is starting to cool off a bit, at last.

Tough times ahead. Cancer has hit my family, and it's going to be changing our routines a lot at the very least.

I thought 2009 was lousy, but '10 is doing its best to top it.

In lighter news, I visited Heaven's Corner this month, our local nonprofit sanctuary for exotic animals. Check out the recent additions to my photostream for shots of some of the critters I saw. http://www.flickr.com/photos/animakitty/

Plot: Not simply a series of events, but a chain reaction, with one event leading to the next. There must be a visible relationship between events for the reader to swallow the story. No 'Jack and Jill met at the supermarket. Jack and Jill exchanged a couple sentences, then went to Cuba for an orgy.'

The author imbues the story with meaning through the selection of detail.

Conflict is an integral part of conventional plots, and it needn't be absent from erotic fiction. Where in a mundane story, the hero's son might be kidnapped, in erotic fiction perhaps the protagonist is kept after work. That delay will build the sexual tension, which might mean a more satisfying experience when the couple finally gets together...or if impatience gets the better of either of them, they might direct their energies elsewhere.

Spot the moment of maximum tension and hold it for as long as possible. Or as John D. MacDonald put it: “Freeze the action and shoot him later.” In the context of erotic writing, the climax (literally) would seem to be the moment of maximum tension. But really, the climax is (again literally) the release of tension. Also, the apogee of tension may not be anywhere near the orgasm. What if it's in that moment before Sam works up the nerve to ask Suzy out? Or when Sam crosses Suzy's threshold and starts heading towards the bedroom? When is the hamster wheel spinning the fastest? Where is the most vital juncture in the story?

Characters: Characters drive the plot.

Though the writer should know everything about her character, she should present her knowledge of the characters indirectly, through dialogue and action. Still, sometimes a summary of a character’s traits needs to be given. For example, for characters who play the supporting cast in a story, direct description of the character’s traits keeps the story from slowing down.

A useful exercise is to make a list of your character's traits. Not just physical things, but habits, likes, dislikes, significant childhood events, family life, past relationships, political views, work history, etc. Even if you only use a fraction of that information directly in a story, it all influences what your character does and says.

Don't fall into the Phantom Menace trap where the protagonist isn't clear. Ask yourself 'whose story is this?'


Audience: Are you writing to men? Women? Both? You have to keep in mind that men and women are different. No, really. What appeals to men isn't necessarily going to satisfy women, and what thrills women may leave men impatient. In broad and possibly offensive terms, men prefer visual stimulation and are easier to please when it comes to sex scenes. Women enjoy extensive and detailed sex scenes, but want more than that: a relationship, an interesting situation, and an emotional connection between characters as well as a physical one.



Be original. Yes, it's difficult to be original when so many things have been thought of and exploited, but don't be lazy and head for 'Her cute roommate,' 'Pizza delivery guy,' or 'Pick-up at a bar' unless there's a twist. And no, the girlfriend joining in with the protagonist and roommate is no longer a twist.


Realize you're writing wish fulfillment for people. This is even more true for the furry community than for conventional erotic writers. We're not only writing about situations that seldom/never happen, but the participants are impossible. Vanilla sex is the cup-o-tea for many, but even that can be spiced up to captivate your reader and set their fantasy life aflame. Having a throw-down in the back of a club? Add some spectators. Maybe even some cameras, and flavor the sexual experience with fear over who will see those images and videos. Screwing an aquarium's whale trainer in the locker room? Maybe dry-humping through her soaked wetsuit would be more interesting.


Be detailed. An erotic fiction reader wants every juicy detail, not just a summary of what happened. Don't take this to an extreme and describe nose-hairs. Keep in mind that you aren't just describing what your characters are doing, you're describing what they are experiencing.

Depending on the point of view you're using, you can provide plenty of information to titillate your readers beyond what's seen or what registers physically. What is he/she feeling? How is one lover making her needs known to her partner? Are her signals received? Are they ignored? Maybe she wants her needs to be subsumed by her partner's.


If I could tell you in one word what makes for a captivating erotic story, it's IMAGERY. You want your reader to see in their mind what you do, taste what you taste, hear what you hear, etc. Don't neglect scent and sound! It's very easy to forget about them, but without them a scene is flat and incomplete. Think about those little details that you tend to forget immediately after the real-life event. How the bedsheets went from a smooth, crisp plain to hills and dunes of fabric afterwards. How his mouth tasted like Aquafresh. How her fingernails dug into his buttocks, leaving little crescent-moon dents. How her labial piercing left a metallic tang on his tongue.


Polish your dialogue. All the imagery in the world won't be enough to pull your reader back in after clumsy dialogue ruins their immersion. “Sandy, I just gotta fuck you. Now.” That's for desperate teenagers, (and if you're writing a desperate teenager, then it could be appropriate) but your audience wants to be pampered by the best and that includes honeyed tongues. “Sandy, you pert little confection. My mouth is watering just looking at you.” “The slightest hint of your scent...and I'm lost to you. Sweep me away in your tide, draw me down into your depths.” It's not Shakespeare by any stretch, but it's better than 'You got a purdy mouth.' Don't go too far in the other direction though. If my partner started spouting poetry at me while we made love, my response would be 'if you have the breath to do that, you're not doing this right.'
Use ‘said’ to carry dialogue. Sid Fleischman calls ‘said’, “the invisible word.” You'll probably be tempted to break it up with 'inferred,' 'muttered' and so forth because 'said-said-said' starts to look like a problem. Resist that temptation.
Don’t allow your fictional characters to speak in sentences. Unless you want them to sound fictional. If this doesn't make sense, walk somewhere right now, sit near some people, and listen to them talk. How often is anything they say a complete sentence?

Use erotic, descriptive language in the non-erotic portions of the story to maintain the undercurrent of sensuality. The car doesn't idle, it purrrs. Those butter-soft leather seats don't simply support your buttocks, they cup them. There's no polka on the radio, it's a deep pulse-matching techno pounding that lets the subwoofer make you quiver.


There are so many kinks you may want to work into your stories that it would be pointless to try and address them individually. Try to be consistent. If she isn't into spanking, she probably won't be into whipping, nipple-torture, or citric-acid-inversed-eyelid-basting. If she's been open-minded enough to try other things, a sudden and outright refusal to try something else is suspicious at the very least.


Don't automatically make your lovers perfect, physically or otherwise. That isn't to say they shouldn't be beautiful, but beauty can come from personality and attitude more than how someone looks.


A word on word-choice. This is something that can easily squick a reader. If you refer to a woman's breasts as cans, the reader is going to assume you're a truck driver. If your character refers to breasts as cans, he should BE a truck driver. Or a rough'n tough Brooklyn native, I guess. When writing descriptive text, use more neutral words. Breasts instead of tits. Penis instead of schlong. While using penis and vagina may seem clinical, that impression can be negated by mixing in other synonyms.
Your story's tone will also dictate what words you should use. If it's a gritty, sloppy fuck you're going for than cruder terms like tits, prick, and taint will come across as appropriate. If it's a couple exploring each other on their honeymoon, 'sweater kittens' and 'throbbing fuck-stick' aren't going to be a good match. Invent your own euphemisms to suit the mood and situation. Don't be afraid to experiment with the language. It's your story, after all.

And speaking of it being your story, there's one last rule to remember.

If something works, forget about the rule that says it shouldn’t.


A few cliches to avoid.
Men and women always cum at the same time during sex.
Women cum about 20 times from straight missionary fucking.
When one person wants some kind of non-standard sexual behavior, everybody else agrees.
Anal sex requires very little preparation time. Even the first time.
Premature ejaculation? Never!
If you have a hangup over a particular sex act, you'll get over it once you try it (no matter how perverted it is).
Every woman, no matter what age, has perfectly trimmed or shaved pubic hair.
Any description of a female must include specific bra and cup size, hair color, and either "full" or "pouty" lips somewhere or another. Precise waist measurements are optional, but common.
Men who know women's bra sizes from outside their dresses.
Long hair never gets in the way.
No one ever gets sore or cramped.
A man who discovers that the attractive woman who has been giving him a blowjob is really a guy will admit that he was a latent homosexual anyway.
If Harry Kim and Tom Paris are in the same room together alone for more then three sentences then they will start having sex with each other.
All aliens have genitalia that corresponds to human normals.

More here, http://www.modemac.com/cliches.html


Some extra ones more relevant to furry writing:

Murr is the new yiff. Use it sparingly if you use it at all.

No one ever smells like wet fur.

All furries have cocks at least seven inches long, and cum like a horse.

All participants in furry erotica are between 16 and 25 years old.

Despite being anthropomorphized animals, furries can barely smell better than humans. No signals are exchanged either positive or negative, and everyone's odor is best described as 'musky.'

Static electricity is never a problem, no matter how briskly fur is rubbed on fur or skin.

Allergies are never a problem.

Cold-blooded species are just as energetic and randy as the mammals.

Inter-species mating will always produce a hybrid child.

Despite shedding nearly all other instinct-driven behaviors, canids and felids will always bite their mate's scruff during climax.



Exercises:

Write a reflection or short fictional piece about this woman. Where is she? What year is it? What is she thinking? Try this in the form of an interior monologue.



Remember 'Show, don't tell.'

The girl was sad.

The boy was angry.

The dog was hungry.





http://www.sexinfo101.com/sexualpositions.shtml - Animated!

http://male101.com/synonyms.html

http://www.sex-lexis.com/Sex-Dictionary/erotic

http://www.darkerotica.net/EroticThesaurus.html

http://absolutewrite.com/forums/showthread.php?s=27c297eaf99b687ddd8ff90d5983b6e8&t=154304

http://www.suite101.com/reference/writing_erotica

This is driving me nuts.

Does anyone remember the name of a PC game on CD-ROM with cinematic content that starts off with your character's body getting killed, and your teammates put your brain in a robotic body? It's not a *good* robotic body either, but something like the ROVs used to explore sunken ships. Sci-fi setting, obviously.

Just Youtube silliness, but this is freakin' adorable. And just a lil bit eerie.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiHXASgRTcA

If those kittens were the size of hyenas, their owners would've been devoured five seconds into this video.

Hey everyone, I've discovered my past-self is a moron, and neglected to clear the real name tag MS Word attaches to documents.

If you've downloaded any of my stories from here, or my website that have the .doc file extension, please re-download them and overwrite the old ones.

Despite being an attention-whore, I don't want attention from my government or future employers. I try to do everything I can to keep my real name separate from my online persona.

Thank you!

Well, we rolled over to 10,000 pageviews here on FA.

So, here is cake.

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/.....9e66465eb3.jpg

You may each have one piece, then when everyone's had one, we'll see about seconds.

Got an email from Krys today. She says she's fine and doing well, so thank goodness for that.

My good friend Krys Foxx suffered a heart attack earlier today. Send some good thoughts and prayers his way, if you would.

Well, it looks official! It seems I'll be hosting a vore panel at Morphicon, (a small furry convention in Columbus Ohio) this May. Tentative schedule here, http://www.morphicon.org/schedule.html While last time I helped lead the vore panel, I went the informational route, sharing some useful info I'd picked up on anatomy that finally put a name to things we'd gloss over in stories or roleplaying, like the valve that guards the opening to the stomach. (For the record, both that valve and the upper portion of the organ are called the cardia. The valve at the bottom is the pyloric sphincter, which sounds like an epic description of a Greek mythology figure's butt.) This year I thought I'd make it more participatory, do some brainstorming with whoever shows up.

I'll also be doing an erotic writing tutorial, where I'll cover some basics (the closest I ever hope to come to teaching English) and probably hand out stuff. Maybe we'll debate the appropriate-ness of cruder and more refined terms for breasts. When is 'tits' more appropriate than boobs? When should 'cans' be used instead of 'bosom?' :KD

Anyone knowledgeable about necromancy? In either a gaming-world context, a historical one, or as part of your belief system?

I'm doing research for what I hope will become a full-fledged novel.

Some friends floored me this Christmas by giving me a Xbox 360, thus forcibly dragging me into the nextgen console world. ;K)

With Christmas money, I bought the Guitar Hero II bundle, and I've been playing it daily since. I can only handle medium, and I suck at any chords that involve the blue key, but I'm getting better. Sweet Child of Mine is my favorite track to play so far. It's challenging, but I can keep up with it pretty well, and while the music is soaring...it's a good feeling.

Gamertag's Spootz09 if any of you want it.

Over 9500 pageviews here on FA.

When I hit 10k, I will simulate serving cake to you all. It will not only be delicious and moist, it will have rum in it.

So my friend fxrenamon here on FA had her World of Warcraft account hacked. It happens, and while it's tremendously annoying, most of the stories I've heard indicate that at least the characters come back unharmed, if naked and poor.

Her alts were deleted, every vendorable piece of gear on her main and in the bank sold, and the hacker was attempting to move her main to another server when she discovered the hack.

After hours on hold with Blizzard, she got her main's transfer halted, and her account access restored, only to have it blocked again...necessitating another horrible phone call. She discovered her bank had been filled with high-price in-game items, which is the only effective way to transfer huge sums across servers. She informed Blizzard of this via trouble tickets, fearing retribution if she even deleted these stolen goods. An 'investigation' was started, which could take up to 9 days.

Blizzard permanently closed her account.

According to their EULA and TOS, she is liable for anything done with her account. Her password was very strong (random letters/numbers) and she did everything right in handling the situation...and they treated her like a criminal.

How much money do you suppose her account was worth after 4 years of intense play? Countless hours not just leveling and gearing up, but accruing rep, pets, achievements, etc? You can't replace those as easily as you could grind a new character up to 80 and get them geared. Because in-game items are worth real world currency (there's absolutely no denying that) this really strikes me as a criminal offense on Blizzard's part. If they're protected by their ludicrous documents, then the documents themselves are a travesty.

http://www.yiffytube.com/index.php needs to not-exist. It's bad enough the entire world thinks that this is what all of us do, but now there's a public site anyone can get at which confirms the stereotype.

Fursuit sex doesn't offend me; it's just not my thing. But keep it in your bedroom people!

It is 21 degrees here. And windy. I require cuddles! Let the piling-on begin!

I'm going to a couple parties as Heavy Weapons Guy from Team Fortress 2. I have the outfit together but I'm scrambling to finish the minigun. Anyone happen to have any tips, reference pictures, screengrabs, etc. that might help me out?

Or just tips in general on what works well for the costume? I never did find anything good to use for those 'giant bullets' he wears on a bandoleer.

Not that I expect it to get much use, but if you want to join in,

http://animakitty.vanillaforums.com/

Mystee and I might try to pull of some BSG costumes for Halloween this year. I figured she'd go in the casual BDUs (that weird wifebeater outfit) and I'd go as one of the deck crew, in the orange coveralls. Apparently the closest thing that comes in orange is http://www.sullivanuniforms.com/uni.....Coveralls.html

And those need quite a bit of work to get them close to the show's version.

Anyone done something like this already? Advice? Screen captures for reference? Sources for BSG patches/dogtags etc?

So, I got an interesting email from a Catholic yesterday. They'd visited my website, and wrote to tell me I'd be better off fornicating (with women mind you) than entertaining the fantasies that I do. He supplied links to a couple books he suggested I read.

His email footer included a link to his website, and I googled it to see if perhaps others had heard from this guy.
http://www.atheistparents.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=20931 ; The classmate mentioned in this thread is the dude who contacted me.
So, I'm not even special. He judges and criticizes tons of people!

I emailed him back a pretty lengthy response. If I get an answer, I'll start posting this entertaining exchange.

My life and yours will be ended by a rock. Not just our lives either. A rock puts an end to human history. Last month, it was a faux news article stuck to the break room fridge by that joker Nelson. Today it's a fact, an ugly sooty little fact that feels like a piece of popcorn stuck between my teeth. I worry and pick at it, but nothing I do budges it. Frustration, helplessness, everyone at the observatory ate these for every meal for a month.

Yesterday, the president informed the world of its fate. An asteroid the size of Australia was on its way, and no rushed nuclear solution had been launched. For two weeks, the rest of the nuclear club opposed the launch of any American vehicle carrying nuclear weapons. By the time we'd thrown enough charts at the politicians, it was too late.

The president's speech was the best of his career, and as usual, people listened and took...some kind of hope from his words. There was panic, but not to the scale anyone expected. Maybe they realized the government could have chosen to remain silent, and let our nation pass away in the night, continent spinning off into the darkness with all the rest. Instead, he trusted us to do what should be done on the eve of apocalypse. Pray. Forgive. Make love.

Last night after the speech, my family collapsed onto the den rug to huddle together. The kids were old enough to accept the fact, but not the reality. They'd cried harder when I grounded them from TV for a month. Clair had known since I had, though every day she'd expected some intervention. Even that night, she didn't lose it completely like I did. She lay in bed behind me now, a crumpled snowdrift of kleenex tumbling off the sheets.

I couldn't see the rock now. It would hit on the other side of the world. Yesterday you could see it without a telescope. I was glad I couldn't see, glad it wasn't hanging in my sky, an obnoxious obviousness.

"The universe doesn't keep score, and we are not waiting for points to be tallied as this round ends. We are a beautiful creation, painfully beautiful...and nothing but our eternal opponent could bring us together like this. For the first time we can see that we are a family, and together as a family, we are moving on to the next step." God, he had a way with words. Belief shone from him; belief in his message and belief in us.

Music started up somewhere down the block. In the movie it would be a grand soaring orchestral number, raising goose flesh on your arms. Instead, it was "I Ran" by A Flock of Seagulls. It made me angry, that my last moments would be demeaned by this music. When I thought about protesting, the anger fell straight out through my feet. How silly could I be? In a way, the song was thumbing its nose at the universe. It wasn't a dirge; it was just life, common and anchoring.

When I'd convinced myself I had no good reason for watching the sky, I slid back into bed and spooned up against Clair. She slept, arms curled around the kids, our big dumb dane stretched across the foot of the bed.

How many things would come through with us, to this 'next step?' Would religion weather the transition? Would wrong and right? My brain just wouldn't shut up. Fantasizing about what was to come wasn't helping. Nothing could help. I might as we---

This isn't one of my stories, just one I really enjoyed reading. Give it a thorough read, and leave some comments for Bitter.

http://aryion.com/g3/showitem.php?id=173199

For the picky, it's a M/F soft vore story with digestion. If you know Eva-Ara's naga race, then you're already familiar with the predators.

I took another trip to Heaven's Corner, an exotic animal sanctuary just 10 minutes from my home. You can see their site here, http://www.heavenscorner.net
and my photos here, http://www.flickr.com/photos/animakitty/ and even some video clips I took here, http://www.youtube.com/view_play_li.....28C54D32EA9A17

Big cats! Snakes! Birdies! Even a couple adorable wallabies.

Made this last night. Turn up the volume and enjoy, :K)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85KUxvlBawc