Please Teach My Husband: The Series

Stop the presses.

Getting old stuff out of my brain worked. I have had…wait for it…an original idea. With several of my stories getting longer and more complicated, I wanted to be able to write something punchy, quick, and exploratory without any big feelings to navigate. Hookup culture with a twist.

And so:

On a planet (to be named), an Earthling researcher has been tasked with collecting anecdotes from a holy man. This man's entire role is to satisfy and train the married men of his town when their wives are unavailable or uninterested. The society is egalitarian and suspicious of offworlders with their backwards values. We see this society through the researcher's eyes as he records the holy man's recollection of his visitors/supplicants, focusing on the encounters that would involve play/light kink (in Earth terms).

Already this concept has challenged me. A lot of kink involves some amount of perceived transgression or power dynamics. What changes if a society is completely accepting of sex between all consenting adults? What justification would there be to, I don't know, call someone a cumpig if it isn't stigmatized? When I lived in Japan, common dirty talk was that bottoming will feminize you. "No, don't make me cum with your cock; you're turning me into a girl!" or "I'm going to turn your asshole into a pussy!" Shit like that. If you've ever read stories featuring "gooning," or "mindbreak," you've definitely seen this in Western culture. Would humiliation play remain in an egalitarian society that finds no shame in men having sex? Such are the fun, stupid questions I ask myself while I type.

Thus far, I've outlined:

1. Please Teach My Husband Foreplay (toys)
2. Please Tie My Husband Up (bondage)
3. Please Help My Husband Last Longer (edging)
4. Please Punish My Husband (spanking, light exhibitionism)
5. Please Teach My Husband To Top (ooh, is the researcher going to have to step in?)

With a couple other entries floating around. I like the idea of the researcher struggling to stay professional while he's being told a bunch of sexy stories. Formatting could be a bitch, though. I'm trying to figure out how to let our entry character interject when he needs more details, or doesn't understand a term. 

In conclusion, I'm excited to have something new to think about, and could use suggestions on what other light kink I could include in this series.

Sandalwood Ch. 5

 I did, watching closely as Gary positioned himself above me with incredible balance. He used both hands to pull his plump ass cheeks apart, and lowered himself towards my straining cock.

Sandalwood Ch. 4

This needs a heavy dose of editing before it goes anywhere, but I did at least finish that one other story I mentioned working on before the new year. Use the tags to find previous chapters (from over a decade ago. Shut up about it.) There will be one more chapter before it's totally finished.

New Year, New Location?

 It's 2026. Aside from increasing existential dread, what's new? For one, hello to the longtime friends and new ones alike. 

Blogger became entirely unusable a while ago, but it's gotten worse. Comments don't show up on the back end, replying is clunky, formatting has gotten bizarre, updating the layout is nigh impossible…folks, it might be time to migrate. Incomplete has been a steady workhorse, but perhaps it needs to be put out to pasture. Where are we going? I don't fuckin' know. I spent a portion of my winter holiday looking at alternatives. Here's what I found:

• Wattpad might allow for free, serial posting, but there isn't a blogging or newsletter integration. Also, I made an account there some years ago just to experiment, and the story I put up got flagged for being smut and removed after nearly four years of existing in peace. Sure, plenty of erotica stays readable, but the risk of having my work suddenly disappear is pretty off-putting.
• Patreon has the same issue. Multiple authors have reported having their accounts or work suddenly shut down for erotic content, especially if there's a whiff of the taboo. For me, that might be the gray line of consent (aka Jesse's self-delusion) in the opening of Stay Away From Her/Power Plays, or repeatedly calling adult characters "boy" in Tanners and the Brute and The Banker's Boy  despite stating that they're all at least 19 years old. The ability to interact more directly with you all is tempting, but the risk…
• Substack seems to have a better reputation with other erotica authors, but…ugh. Y'all, I'm tired. Substack has a steep learning curve, and seems to squash anything without massive readership. If I'm going to put in the work of migrating platforms, I might as well try to add a fourth reader to our ranks, right?
• Ream stories is becoming better known among erotica authors, but I'm still trying to figure out if there's an easy way to interact with y'all beyond a newsletter. You know damn well I'm not keeping up a newsletter if it requires me to use more than one website. I was just complaining about having to go through this here blog for stray comments that slipped under the Blogger radar.
• Before you ask, moving to a Wordpress blog or Wix means no more porn, unless I pay for self-hosting. If I refuse to have a separate newsletter, you think I'm paying real money to host this free shit? Maybe if I'd made more than 35 bucks off my ebooks last year I'd have hosting money.

So I'm curious: have any of you used the aforementioned sites? Has reading, smut or no, on one of them been a better user experience than the others?

This time I'll actually be checking for comments more than once every two weeks.

Jay's Not Gay, You Guys 16

 This is it. We did it. This is the end of where we follow Jay and Dillon (at least until I figure out if I want to follow through on some vague ideas of a high school reunion for him, Aaron, and Crispin. Don't encourage me). This feels a little disjointed to my eyes, but it's also a literal first draft, so…if it sucks shit then let me know, I guess. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.

Jay's Not Gay, You Guys 15

 He pulls back a little. "You can't stay the whole night," Dillon protests. It's not even twelve o’clock.

"Gimme an hour," I insist. "I’ll have you in bed by two." I’ll fucking have him in bed in ten.

Dillon looks unsure, so I put both hands on his face and smush. "Or just tell me what big-ass secret you've been keeping."

He steps back and pulled his phone from his pocket, texting quickly. I’m already starting to breathe a little heavy. Like, this wasn’t the plan, not at all, but fuck me if I don’t take this opportunity, right? If Dillon’s willing…Holy shit. Are we seriously going to fuck again? Like for real? Holy fucking shit. I’m so excited.

Jay's Not Gay, You Guys 14

Until this story is finished, I want you to imagine me as the meme of Elmo in front of flames. Typing at any opportunity, stuck in a hell of my own making, no longer caring about quality. We're getting this done.