Strange things can happen when you go to a Smut event. OK, strange things can also happen on the way to a Smut event, as I found out the first time – that’s a fairly long story which involves confusing bus routes and trotting anxiously through a deserted light industrial estate at twilight, with a bag full of whips and a map I couldn’t read…
Towards the end of last year, I ran a workshop for the lovely Smut crew during their (very) hands on BDSM Day at Miss T’s in Stockport. The theme was Kinkyfuckery, and my intention was to encourage people to consider a wider range of kink to write about: a change from the woman-discovers-her-true-submissive-nature-at-the-hands-of-goodlooking-bastard – not that there’s anything wrong with that, if it works for you, of course. So I’d done some Googling, and come up with a few ideas, and had my questions and suggestions all worked out. Then, about five minutes before I was due to start talking, I had a sudden inspiration – there should, actually, be an anthology featuring some more out-there stuff. Luckily, Anna Sky of Sexy Little Pages was within grabbing distance, so I managed to secure agreement from her that this was quite a good idea, and began my session by telling everyone that there would be a new call for submissions going out next week and they had better come up with some good ideas. Rule 34 would be a collection of stories from the outer edges of the erotic imagination… with any luck. I asked for unusual fetishes and original scenarios, and I certainly received an abundance: it was a real struggle to keep the selection down to ten.
Rule 34 is complete and available to buy https://www.sexylittleauthors.com/book/rule34
Away from those high-end fetish clubs, alpha billionaires and join-the-dots BDSM ‘journeys’, there are almost limitless possibilities for the erotic imagination. Rule 34 contains ten very different stories of uncommon desires and strange, lustful obsessions. Some are delicious, some will unsettle you, some might even make you cry.
There’s a sexy skeleton, a dominatrix dentist, an innovative method of combining two incompatible fetishes, an office affair with a difference, and many more surprises inside. If you’ve ever had a fantasy too surreal to share with anyone else, you are definitely not alone. Take a walk on the weird side: you won’t regret it.
From Cancel Job by Alain Bell:
Ruby turns away, again made uncomfortable by someone else knowing her fetish. That same embarrassment adds more dampness to her center. She wonders if her sex will ever be dry again before she continues her streak of honesty. “Yeah. It’s pretty much a compulsion. The secret, dirty exhibitionism of the copies of ‘naughty’ parts. The chance of discovery. The copier itself.” She runs a hand through her dyed hair, the unnatural, bright red color of her name. “I knew my discovery was imminent, but… I wanted one last fling with Alpha.”
Julia raises one sculptured eyebrow. “Alpha?”
Heat and color bloom again on Ruby’s cheeks. She wonders if her cheeks will permanently match her hair and name. “Well. It’s a model XCM-Alpha Mark III Collator with Stapler. The full moniker seemed cumbersome, so… Alpha. They don’t make copiers as sturdy and sexy as he is, any longer.”
She can’t believe she said that out loud, but something about Julia’s discretion makes her trust the woman.
“Well. How about this?” Julia presses a finger between Ruby’s breasts, her knuckles brushing the inner swell of her cleavage, sending sparks of arousal through her. She steps forward, backing Ruby towards the copier. “If you promise to never waste resources again, I’ll let the matter pass. I’ll give you one final experience with Alpha to savor. Once we finish, I won’t share you with anyone or…” she points at the machine, “anything else.”
From Ring My Bell by Dylan MacEwan
Kaz had noticed his friend’s absence during the photo session and had gone in search of him. He’d discovered the suntanned hunk jacking off in a small, ancient mausoleum in the older, semi-wild part of the graveyard. Crimson-cheeked with embarrassment, Blake had quickly zipped up his flies but the Kaz had, without a word, dropped his pants and leaned forward against the cold stone wall. It was an invitation Blake couldn’t turn down. He swiftly retrieved the just-in-case condom he kept in his wallet and there ensued a brief, rough fucking. It was thrilling! The spontaneity, the risk of being caught, the feeling of decadent wickedness…
Blake closed his eyes and sighed, heavily. He could still hear that dog barking and the church bells ringing out. His cock throbbed, pressed uncomfortably against his zipper. Damn, he wanted Kaz, so much, right now! But was it wise? If they screwed for a second time, would Kaz expect it to lead to a regular fuck-buddy relationship? He wasn’t up for that, simply, because it would mean he’d have to reveal his fetish to Kaz
I had no idea about the history of the book! Great story!
We’re to blame, woo hoo! :D