F.R.E.A.K.S. - short story collection (eventually) | 18+, BDSMish
Welcome to my Facility for Research into Erotica And Kinky Stuff.
This will be a collection of somewhat experimental stories that were born from my growing awareness that I'm really bad at writing smut ( and descriptions in general, and emotions, but... baby steps.)
Don't expect wall-to-wall sex, though; that wouldn't be literature, just a regular WFH Tuesday. These are still going to be actual stories with an actual plot - in some cases, even a good one, if I pull it off. Just that each time my instinct will tell me to cut, go roundabout, or fade to black, I'll force myself to lean in instead, and may fate have mercy on us all.
Currently, I have:
Haute Cuisine -- A full of twists, dystopian, cyberpunk-lite story about what is scarier, high-tech cannibalism or late-stage capitalism. And it's all just one date night. NOW PUBLISHED STANDALONE, CHECK THAT ONE.
Execution Device 14 -- don't read that one, it's nasty. The oldest story from my current bout of writing activity, and oh boy, it shows-pure erotic horror, distasteful and lacking any depth. Still pretty original, I think, something like a mix of J-horror, SCP, and weird porn. Bring eye bleach.
Demographic Defence Corps: Inspection -- an extended middle chapter from a future novel about militarized breeding fetish, but the focus is not on abuse but being gaslighted into badassery. Think Starship Troopers, but with dicks instead of bugs.
Sunrise at the Lakeside Cabin - One married couple with problems. One cabin. One sunrise. One wooden pole. One nail. No exit strategy.
A BDSMish, toxic proof of concept for my MMC's POV from a Dark Romance novel I am planning. Warning - it's pretty metal. Like a nail.
Please make sure to mind the individual preface pages with their warnings. Jokes aside, this is going to get rough.
Thank you.