Wednesday, April 30, 2025

What I Read (and Wrote) the 2nd Half of April



I started to lead this off by saying that it’s been a tough second half of April for me, but that’s not really true. It’s just been busy. Between the world burning and a heavy workload and some personal things to take care of (not all bad things), I haven’t read or written nearly as much as I’d like.  

 

Write-y Stuff 

I did get a couple of good stories published to Medium that I think you’ll enjoy.  

I haven’t really gotten a lot of reaction (positive or negative) to my Road Stories series, but what the hell – I like them, and I enjoy writing them.  

“Road Stories: The Customer” finds Scott back in Chicago, babysitting the implementation of the software solution he sold after months of effort. The customer is so pleased that she rewards Scott and his project manager in the very best way possible. I generally write hotwife fiction from the perspective of the bull, so check it out and let me know what you think! 

 

I had two related entries for the “Spring Formal” prompt at Exceptional Erotica in April. The first - “Grove Park: Wedding Bells” - found the mother and father of the groom pressed into service to take care of the bride’s stepmom after the father of the bride disappeared with one of the bridesmaids. And take care of her they did! 

The second story - “Grove Park: Wedding Night” - is centered on the bride and groom, who have no intention of spending their wedding night with just the two of them. But Ashley’s last second invitation to her old boyfriend threatens to throw Lucas for a loop. 

 

If you’re not paying for a Medium sub, I’m posting some of my Medium writings on Literotica on a delay. You can find most of the Road Stories there now, including Revenge Porn. 

 

I just submitted “The Consultant: Mothers and Daughters” to Kindle – the eBook should be available by the weekend. Jim Kennerly is my favorite male MC (you met him in “Neighborhood Wives”) and now he’s fallen in love – with the stepmom of one of his neighbors that he’s already slept with. Complicated! 

 

Read-y Stuff 

Emily Miller is one of those amazingly supportive writers that is constantly promoting other people’s work. Let me return the favor. WhoreBnB” is the kind of clever concept that I wish I’d thought of – not only can you rent a fabulous house at the beach for a couple of weeks, but you can staff it with your choice of sex workers that will fulfill your every fantasy. But in Emily’s hands, it’s not just a fun idea – she writes real characters with real emotions (in addition to hot sex). I highly recommend this one!  

 

I’ve mentioned that I’ve gotten some critique for not having enough conflict or tension in some of my novels. I get what they’re saying and understand what they’re looking for, but that’s not always what I want. Sometimes I want to read or write a story about pretty people enjoying having sex with each other with no jealousy or insecurity. Jordan Lubov’s “Everyone Gets Along” is a terrific little story that is exactly about that. A woman shows up at a party with a date but is enamored of one of the other guests and... it doesn’t get complicated! They have an awesome time together, no one’s feeling get hurt and the sex is searing! Given the title, I don’t think I’m offering a spoiler warning here. Check it out! 

 

I’m hoping things calm down a bit in May and I can find a little more time to write. And to read! In the meantime, be good to each other! 

Saturday, April 19, 2025

Be a Daddy, Not a Dad

 

 

    When I first started publishing on Medium, it was mostly non-fiction, writing about writing and writing about erotica. Since they're behind the paywall, I'm going to update some of those essays and post them here from time to time.

    I got together with my best bud last year at a sidewalk table outside one of my favorite craft breweries in my little college town. As we enjoyed a couple of good local IPAs (and, let’s be honest, the scenery provided by the returning coeds walking by), he made a comment about being at an age where we were invisible to young women.

    I looked at my friend, who I love like the brother I never had. He was wearing madras walking shorts, a faded college sports T-shirt and a floppy Tilley hat to keep the sun off his exposed scalp and thought hey, speak for yourself!

    What I actually said was, “Dude, you dress like a Dad. Don’t be a Dad — be a Daddy!”

    Honestly, I’m not sure he really got me but if y’all are reading this, I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about. Young women with crushes on hot older men seems to be one of the flavors of the moment in steamy storytelling (along with hot wives, which I’ll likely tackle in a later essay).

    I’ve written a few of these stories over the past year and I’ve read a ton more. A quick check of Amazon’s erotica section, as well as perusing the recommendations I get from Medium, indicates that it is indeed a hot subject (yes, that pun was intentional).

    I’m not a deep subject matter expert on hot Daddy erotica. Let’s be honest, I’m probably not a deep subject matter expert on much of anything beyond Lord of the Rings esoterica. But let’s break down what it looks like from my perspective and maybe y’all can help me figure out why it’s popular.

    My overarching theory of written erotica is that sex is hot, but taboos make it even hotter. Nothing ground-shattering there, but that forms the basis of many of the sub-genres of sexy stuff. Age gap and exhibitionist sex might be on the milder side while non-consensual sex or incest would be at the extremes.

    What I’m talking about here is a particular kind of age gap. Younger women (I would guess generally from 18 to 24 years old) lusting after (or being pursued) by men at least 15–20 years older. Does that sound about right?

    Sometimes the young woman is a vixen, chasing an older crush. Sometimes she’s an innocent, being actively pursued by an older man, or maybe he’s trying and failing to resist temptation. But there’s more here than just the age gap.

    The guys generally fall into two major categories, both of them mythical Alpha Male tropes — the handsome billionaire and the rugged, tattooed ex-military dude that smells like wood smoke. I suspect that a lot of the billionaire alpha guy stories fall just as neatly into the light BDSM sub-genre as Daddy porn (I honestly haven’t read much of it), so I’m going to focus more on the tough guy stuff and why that might be popular.

    But before I leave our Christian Grey wannabes, I’ve got to point out that, according to Forbes, there were fewer than 750 billionaires in the US in 2023. Some of them are women and I suspect that most of the rest look more like Warren Buffet than Jamie Dornan. Just saying.

    I’m going to insert my usual caveat here. I am not kink-shaming anyone nor am I making light of any writer’s subject matter. I’m trying to better understand what makes it interesting to people purely because I enjoy writing. In particular, I enjoy taking established tropes and fucking with them a little to produce something original. You have to understand the rules in order to break them.

    I’m going to tell on myself a little. When I was in college back in the dark ages, my friends and I used to refer to sex as “the good thing” — like, “hey, how was your date with Cathy? Did you do the good thing?” Silly, but it went along with our view that there’s no such thing as bad pizza or bad sex. They can be good, they can be great, they can be awe-inspiring, but they’re never really bad.

    In retrospect, I realize that it was my guy friends that said that. Because, let’s be honest, while sex can in fact be bad for guys, for the most part if we get off, we’re good. And a twenty-year-old guy can get off on almost anything.

    I’m going to go way out on a limb here and say that the story is different for women. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure sex can be very bad for women (and that’s without getting into the real physical dangers women face). I’ll also venture to guess that sex with younger, inexperienced guys is often an occasion for disappointment and frustration.

    There is a vocal camp of young Alpha male wannabes on social media that think they’ve got it all figured out. They’re sure they know “what women want” and they know how basically to “program” them. Seriously gross. And totally wrong. And likely dangerous.

    Then there’s another group that has been told that they need to listen to women, ask them what they want, ask them what feels good. But then they proceed to play them like they would play a video game. So, If I do a punch/jump/kick/punch combo here, she’ll cum and I’ll win! That, my young Padawan, is not the way either.

    I’ll assume that there are a huge number of young dudes that don’t fit into either of these groups, but I'm guessing that there’s a lot of frog-kissing needed to find those princes.

    Given that, I can absolutely understand the appeal of an older guy, one that is (hopefully) more mature emotionally and that has some fucking experience (I mean that literally) that the boys closer to the woman’s age likely don’t have. (There is of course the flip side of this — the attraction that younger guys might have for a Mrs. Robinson that can teach them without so much emotional risk but that’s an essay for another day.)

    I think this gets to at least some of the appeal of younger woman/older man age gap stories in general. But why the “Daddy” aspect?

    Being a woman is a dangerous profession. It took me decades to really understand that — to feel it in my bones. Even after some horrific things happened to female acquaintances when I was younger, I didn’t get how pervasive those dangers are and how much they affect the day to day lives of every woman that is paying attention.

    Way too often in real life, fathers are the perpetrators of emotional and physical harm. But not Daddy. Daddy is safe. Daddy would never hurt you, except when you want him to. Daddy might be calling you his “little princess slut” while he’s pulling your hair back until your spine is a bow while he rails you from behind, but that’s because that’s what you want him to do.

    Good Dads might punish their daughters for being bad, but Daddy will punish you for being very, very good. And you’ll love every second of it. Then they’ll hold you in their strong arms and call you their “good girl” and you’ll feel all warm and gooey inside. Literally.

    I think the Daddy fantasy gives the female character permission to let go, and a safe environment in which to do it, which gets us further into the light BDSM area which brings us back around to Christian Grey types and now I’m questioning why I started down this rabbit hole. People are complicated.

    I’m not going to delve as deeply into the cishet male reader interest in Daddy lit. I don’t think it’s particularly complicated. A lot of guys start feeling old before their time, feel the weight of expectations (so say we all), so the age gap thing is a way of feeling younger, and of chasing something less complicated than the life of a typical 45-year-old.

    In my limited reading, the Daddy stories told from the male perspective are often dom fantasies and there’s also often a bit of noncon or at least reluctance worked in. Or you get into the fauxcest/incest stuff, which is definitely fodder for a whole ‘nother essay. But sometimes they're just good guys who meet the right woman and who the fuck should care if she's his daughter's age?

    So here’s where y’all come in — it’s audience participation time!! What did I get totally wrong? What did I miss? What turns you on about Daddies (or about imagining that you are one)? Or what turns your stomach and makes you avert your eyes?

    If you want to check out an example of my own version of this, my "Bear and Cat" stories have been well-received. You can catch them on Medium and I've now posted them on Literotica (link below). Hope you enjoy!

Bear To The Rescue

 



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