Moving Day

 If you find this blog after January 31, 2026, then…uh…what? How? 

The day has come. This whole shenanigan is getting an upgrade via Ream Stories. I've been working on migrating a lot of my draft posts over there, polishing up some works in progress, and scheduling releases. I'm pretty excited about the ways you*, as a reader, can interact with the work. You'll even be able to comment as you read, which has a strong potential to hurt my feelings.

Here's what's planned for the new platform:

• Releases from the archives, updated and edited (y'all remember Dreams of a Doormat? I finally found a copy and it has a sequel), included incomplete stories from the wanderwonder blog.
• Bonus chapters of completed stories like:
• Watching Him Back: 5 Year Reunion
• Jay's Not Gay, You Guys—checking back in with Dillon
• The Windshield Incident—one chapter after Grant and Ryder are reunited, another from Ryder's perspective
• The continuation of a bunch of partial stories you've seen here:
• The series featuring Tanners, the brute Keilan, the banker's boy Charles the Younger, and the little goatherd Melody has a couple of chapters left in it.
• The Commencement Series with Will and Declan, Cody and his teacher, Ken and his boss and his boss's son, and what's definitely going to be an unpopular addition of a straight couple who I nonetheless had a lot of fun writing
• Fantasy stories like Iron Rice Fox and Out of Darkness
• Smug Little Bastard has a whole arc, but under the current administration I'm having to rename and retool the characters so you're not picturing the vice president strutting around in Levi jeans and a cowboy hat. There is a couch involved, but not in that way, you know? I'm mean to you all, but I'm not that mean.
• Yes, Sir is the closest I'll ever get to daddy/son taboo.
• Saturday Mornings has a new title and will be one of the earliest releases
• Re-releases of the good stuff, mostly so I finally have all my work in one place.
• I'm working with an editor on tightening up some of the things that didn't quite hit the last time around, which is…humbling. He's been like "Great grammar! This whole section makes no goddam sense."
• He did also tell me that with a few tweaks I'll "be the next Emily Dickinson with a penis." Someone please explain this to me; I'm not a poetry guy.
• NEW STORIES! Already in the works are some things I think you'll like, such as
• Please Teach My Husband as described in the previous post. (An Earth researcher visits a planet to collect stories from the local holy man, whose role is to train husbands to be better sexual partners while their wives are away. It's light kink, very silly, and a fun exercise in world-building.)
• A superhero story featuring a naive main character who might be in a cult
• Zombie apocalypse survivors finding comfort in a tense situation
• The closest I'll ever get to brother/brother taboo

Join me and the rest of the erotica-hungry masses over on Ream starting January 24 for all the above smutty writing and more. There's a Community function where all this blog business will live, and I'm about to start actually replying to comments there. New year, new me, baby. I'm genuinely excited.

 I know the most prominent question on your mind must be: will there be a paywall?

Yep. But stay with me for a second.

I think 19 years of free horny stories is plenty. Everything that has been published on Smashwords, Literotica, or GayDemon will remain where it is. The Ream account will have plenty of free chapters for followers, and new completed stories will be released as ebooks or perhaps on one of the free sites…eventually. So if you're patient, keep an eye on the accounts there.

However, I do want to give a token of my esteem to the filthy few who've stuck it out with me over the years. There are two paid tiers at the moment—misanthropically titled "Garden Variety Weirdo"and "Real Sicko"—at $2.99 and $4.99 per month, respectively. Garden Variety Weirdo is all about early access to chapters and ebook discounts. Real Sicko membership is for those of you who read chapters of Stay Away From Her and then came here to find Todd's side of the story. This tier is early chapters, but it's also access to the back catalogue, to mini releases, and it's the power to influence what I write. If you've been a faithful reader of my drivel and wish to continue, use code BLOGFAITHFUL to access a full year of Real Sicko membership for free. As a warning, the code will expire on February 24, 2026, so don't wait too long to sign up. There's already an additional discount code just for y'all on my most recent ebooks.

(As an aside, the lengths I've gone to in order to maintain my anonymity has been laughable. Layer upon layer of obfuscation, hoping I'm not accidentally using someone else's real name or information, setting up a virtual mailbox…just to write a little porn for you sickos while I keep my job in a red state.)

And to those of you who've been with this rinky dink blog; if you've ever left a comment or read a post or emailed me—thank you so much. Writing gay erotica, or in some cases what the girly pops call "spicy romance," is often like screaming horny screams into the void. Every bit of feedback is enough encouragement to keep screaming. Seriously, some of these stories only got written because one solitary person told me they liked it.

I wouldn't do this without you.

See You on Ream,

WanderWonder/Acerbic Scribbler/Walker C Fields

*you three, plus the AI bots scraping my stories

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.

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.

eBooks A Go Go

Everybody shut up right now. Shut up. I fucking did it. Thanks to a new "clean" "plant based" energy drink that a promoter gave me at a local music festival, I had both the focus and insomnia to finally edit* and publish some shit to Smashwords. Not normally an energy drink kind of guy, I was unprepared for the effects. It started with a cleanup of my files, finding multitudinous copies of things that I'd forgotten about or thought were lost, and then—was it the panax ginseng extract or the acesulfame potassium that sent my synapses firing?—a firm determination to fulfill my mission of getting all this shit out of my brain and onto Beyoncé's internet overtook me. I sat affixed to my laptop, only breaking concentration to take my old dog outside, and even then I plotted which tale to tackle next. 

Y'all should have never let me have access to apps like Canva. The book covers are getting worse and worse and I cackle with every new atrocity. Here are the latest abominations:

As always, my Smashwords author profile is here: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/WalkerCFields

So much of what I write is utter bullshit. You kind souls, ye who read my drivel, are the wind beneath my wings. (You and "proprietary plant-based energy blend.") That some of you stuck with me not just through the torture of Stay Away From Her, but the longwinded ramblings of Bunny and whatever the fuck Shouldn't was; it warms the cockles of my sour little heart. And your reward for such loyalty is…more bullshit! Now that I know where to find some of the real weird shit, it's getting thrown onto this blog.

My brain is on fire. Work is gonna suck so bad tomorrow. 

*"Edit" might be a strong term for "did a brief check for tense continuity." If you read one of these books and find an error, please email me at acerbicscribbler at gmail, because I can and will update them.

Chugging Along

 Based on the zero feedback I get from posting into this void, I'm guessing that the recent offerings are being received in the same spirit as I post them. Which is to say we're* all shrugging at each other. Here's where I'm struggling with getting these stories released from my brain:

• Personal Assistant: if the Graham catches his dad and Ken together, what motivation would he have to be with Ken afterwards? I can't quite get there.
• Will: technically, the end of this story is Olive Juice. So I'm not sure where to stop with these two. This is a constant thorn in my side. 
• Jay's Not Gay, You Guys: is such a slow burn. If we take each sexual encounter that Jay has as a chapter break, then I have three more before we're done. I'm also preparing myself to get absolutely reamed over the way I write about having a concussion (which is based entirely on my experience), and about what happens after.
• You're Lucky I'm Drunk: Even though it makes sense story-wise to have these lovebirds declare their feelings for each other when they're apart, I'm unsatisfied. So I'm toying around with a 4th part instead leaving off after the FaceTime sex of part 3.  Maybe I also need to give the public a break from reading about sweet gay dads, given how saccharine the last pair I wrote turned out.

Look here.* Listen. Writing for erotic story sites requires a different approach than even self-published fiction. If you're reading an ebook then for everything to end after the main character climaxes is strange. There's no resolution. But with sites like Gay Demon, the whole point is getting off. The climax is the climax, and any denouement is short and punchy. "Let's do this again sometime." "And I knew I would never look at olive oil the same way." "It was going to be a long night." A sentence or two and then it's done so that the reader can clean up any mess they made. 

As I try to push all these stories onto God's green internet, some of my indecision lies in which style of story to take each tale. To be honest, I'm not very good at aiming for Erotic Fiction Site Release; the torture of Stay Away From Her and the non-reaction to Mob Men being recent examples. This is a self-imposed problem and could be easily remedied by changing up my writing process. Less letting the story flow as it comes to me, more figuring out synonyms for dick and getting those on the page; that sort of thing. So here's to churning some shit out, bot friends!

*the AI chatbots scraping the web for fresh IP to steal

Back To It

Went on a work trip, then vacation, then had surgery, and now it's typing time. One more episode of Mob Men and then I'm on to the next bit o' nonsense. I'm itching to get some of the shorter works finished and thus the options are:

1. Dreams of a Doormat (what a fuckin' title. Ugh to younger me. Ugh.)
2. Last chapter of the My Neighbor series, which will need a new title because that's the title of every other goddam story. And I think I already said the new collection would be Strange Bedfellows, which isn't great, either—that's gotta be top 10 in the list of I-Write-Porn-But-Look-I'm-Smart titles. I already made a bad ebook cover, though, so what's done is done.
3. The long, single-chapter sequel to Watching Him Back in which Aaron and Crispin are secondary characters.
4. Finally finishing You're Lucky I'm Drunk. This one's tough because I actually like these characters. Neither of them are assholes or dummies, which makes it hard to let the story be a short one.
5. Finishing Will…and letting myself get hammered in the ratings because the main characters never have full-on penetrative sex.

In the meantime, back to posting the bits and bobs of nonsense.

Mob Men is Live

Mob Men is up. It's showing the limits of Literotica's formatting, because I really with there was a better way to show that we're in one of Mario's reveries than

***

That's it. Center aligned asterisks and paste tense. Very unsatisfactory. 

All that being said, I realized as I was selecting chapter breaks that it would have made more sense to publish as one long piece rather than broken into several little chapters. I was too impatient; proud of myself for being able to move one more file into the Published folder. There were enough gaps between chapters of Stay Away From Her/Power Plays to let reader feedback influence some of the story in a way that still felt fun. Mob Men, by contrast, would likely benefit from reading in one burst. By the time anyone* reads this update, I'll probably have submitted the 5th chapter for publication.

Currently I'm writing an epilogue from Alex's perspective, a lil' sumthin' sumthin' to tie things up with a bow. Is it what people want? I won't find out because I'm releasing chapters too fast for anyone to form, an opinion. If I finish and publish that 6th chapter this week then you'll know I was procrastinating getting ready for a long work trip.

*No one. I yammer and yap into the void.

A Mini Revival

I'm back again. All the stories I've been hoarding, editing, restarting…I want to be free of them. Every scenario, every bit of dialogue, every scrap of colorful language that I collect goes somewhere into the plots I've already started. Whether the idea fits or not, I feel like I can't waste time creating new characters; I owe it to myself to finish a work already in progress. Sometimes this means I end up re-reading my own work for an hour, scanning it for where I can slot in that thought I had. Mostly I end up cringing at the words I typed years ago, asking myself if anyone is really gonna like this shit.

So. I released The Worst Days as a complete collection on Smashwords. The second chapter of Power Plays, which I retitled Stay Away from Her, the short piece "Olive Juice," the last official chapter of Watching Him Back all went on Literotica within the past week. The little feedback I've received has been mixed, which matches how I feel about this process. However, in the spirit of purging my brain of these stories, even a low rating means that someone took the time to read my bullshit. That ain't nothing.

What all have I been hoarding, you* ask?

More Bad Cover Art

It's ya boi. I got a new app, so instead of finishing the stories I've been kicking around for years I've been playing with ebook covers. Have I become a better writer since I was last active on this blog? Unlikely. Have I gotten better at graphic design? Worse, if anything!

Terrible!

Very bad!

HAHAHAHAHA

Anyway, these will all be showing up on Smashwords at some point. You're Lucky I'm Drunk is due for release August  18, so I am furiously polishing the second and third parts and am definitely not procrastinating on Literotica or anything.

Windshield Incident Pt. 4 Published

It's here on Smashwords.

The part of the year when work swallows me is coming to a close, so I'm looking forward to finishing some of the abundant unfinished stories. The "Power Plays" story has a bunch more to it—I think I just like writing about idiots—and "Will" and "Olive Juice" are almost complete. Then it will be time, yea verily and forsooth, to dust off some of the brain breakers. When Andy's neighbor meets his parents…I managed to make it super boring the first couple of tries. But, godammit, that's got to get done because I promised someone a free copy once upon a time.

In the meantime, enjoy the end of Grant and Ryder's tale. Feel free to leave comments here; I miiiiiiiiiight have been drunk while I was proofreading it. Allegedly.

On My Mind Grapes

Some of the most common comments* on my stories include the phrase "please continue!" I'm not intending to brag or complain; most of what I post on this blog or Literotica are parts of a whole. There's nothing wrong with people picking up on that. It's kind of a "I always thought of Dumbledore as gay," situation; there's always more backstory and epilogue than actually appears on the page. Or there isn't. The cranky writer and his hot neighbor were never supposed to be more than a one-off, which is maybe why I've been rewriting the last chapter for the past year. It never sounds right, because they were never supposed to fall in love. But usually my imagination provides far more information than anyone would actually care to read. The hardest part of writing for me is editing down everything that I wrote to make for a good story.

In fact, that's why I started this blog. My writing process benefits from being able to get the snippets out of my brain and onto a page. It's a rare tale that I write in chronological order. Most of them don't even have outlines. Some start with a what-if.