11.06.09

Market Research

Posted in Uncategorized at 12:05 am by littlesubmissions

Hey all-

So I was wondering, what are ya’ alls favorite stories out of this mess?

Because here’s the thing – I’m considering writing a full length book, if there’s interest. Specifically, if there is enough interest to generate sufficient revenue to make it financially worthwhile. So I’m not looking for ego fluffing here, but I’m well aware I’m working on a sub-genre of a sub-genre and I’d like to know if I’m likely going to sell more than one copy.

I have started writing pron for hire again, and sending it out to anthology editors and websites that pay cash in an effort to gain more readers. If it’ll work, I don’t know. I haven’t heard back from anyone yet. This may also result in this site tending toward darker kinks (edge play in last weeks installment for example). I can sell the more mainstream stuff easier, but a lot of places don’t publish the more “extreme” kinks. So, economics.

Anyway, consider this your chance to throw out any thoughts you have on things you like about these stories, things you don’t like, what you’d like in a full length book (it’ll need to be some sort of genre writing, I can’t write a 60,000 word sex act – I’d run out of synonyms for “penis” for one thing), low calorie recipes for bruschetta, whatever. Any thoughts you might have are sincerely welcome.

And don’t worry about being critical, I don’t regard anything I write as sacred.

Thanks,
V.

11.03.09

Bloody

Posted in stories tagged at 11:01 pm by littlesubmissions

“Shhhhh…” She pushed a finger to his lips and pulled him in tight. “You can stop begging.”

She left him lying on the floor and went to the closet. Pulled out a strapon and slipped it on, cinched the belt on tight and adjusted the straps until it hit her cunt just so. Pulled a long plastic box from the top shelf and walked back to him, sat on the floor in front of him.

Smiled a little.

“I’ll fuck you, since you begged so nicely. But you forgot to ask for lube. So.”

She flipped open the box, tossed him a box of sterile wipes. They bounced off his stomach and hit the floor before he could react to pick them up.

She laughed a little, felt her world collapse into the fear and lust and desire to suffer for her in his eyes. She carefully set the scalpel and a bottle of rubbing alcohol between them. “We’ll just use your blood.”

He picked up the scalpel carefully while she scooted forward, wrapping her legs around him. “Coat it all, and if any of it dries you’ll have to start over. And be sterile.”

She sighed at the electric warmth flooding her as he sterilized the scalpel and his skin, then carefully pushed the shining blade down until a red line oozed out around the stainless steel. She rocked her hips hard, watched him jerk her off while his blood smeared up and down the flesh colered plastic. “This, this, this…” She gasped hard in time with her hips. “This is how you could get me to do almost anything, just make sure there’s more pain for you than pleasure.” She pulled his fingers to her mouth and sucked the thin layer of blood left on them off. “Because I love you like this…” She pushed his hand away, leaned in eagerly as he pinched the cut, forcing more blood out, and rolled her hips up with a guttural moan, her fake cock straining towards the blood. “I love you beaten. I love you broken. I…” She felt herself shudder into an orgasm as he ground the base of the cock into her clit. “Love…” Pushing it in sharp, short circles. “You…” His hand slid and shifted, smeared a long red trail behind it. “Bloody.”

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

10.28.09

First Things First

Posted in Uncategorized at 2:14 am by littlesubmissions

Her legs wrapped around his head, pulling his face in tight to her cunt. She exhaled hard, body tensed, then sighed and fell back, relaxing. “Not bad.”

He sat down on the floor in front of the couch, breathing hard. “Thanks.”

“The only problem is you enjoy doing it so much. It’d be more fun if I could make doing it hurt you…” She pulled her legs up and stretched out on the couch, tousling his hair and smirking slightly.

“Good luck with that.” He leaned back further into the crook of her arm, until it wrapped around his chin.

“That sounds like a challenge…”

“Well, you could hurt me while I’m doing it, sure. But actually make going down on you hurt? Barring some sort of arrangement with mouse traps that would really be a problem with pubic hair I don’t see…” The rest of his sentence turned to odd mumbles as she chuckled and wrapped her hand around his jaw, pulling his lips tight together.

“Shush. I’m thinking.” He shut his eyes, feeling her hand pressing into his flesh. She pulled him in tight, rubbing her thighs together, thinking of the touch of warm slick flesh making him wince and shudder. “Turn around.” She let go of his jaw. dragged a magazine off the end table and carefully tore out a page. “Tongue out.”

His tongue slid out, and she waved the glossy page in front of his eyes. “You get the idea. If you want to go down on me again anytime soon, I want a nice paper cut right down the center of your tongue.” She pulled the paper up higher as he reached for it, and looked him in the eyes. “I want to see blood.”

She nodded and let him take it the sheet of paper this time, but grabbed his wrist as her arm came back down. “And go get the salt shaker first.”

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

10.25.09

The Netherlands? Neat!

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:52 pm by littlesubmissions

I’m always interested in where people are reading this from, usually because it feels kind of flattering that someone living in a place as interesting (to me, anyway) as England or Australia is spending time reading my odd little rambles.

And if someone clicks on a link to visit this site, a little window-majigger in wordpress tells me where that link is listed. So I’ve been getting a lot of clicks (a lot for me anyway) from www.samarium.nl over the past few days. As near as I can tell it’s a message board, and the .nl is the domain name for the Netherlands. I don’t read Dutch, in fact I barely read English, so I have no idea what they’re saying, but it’s nice to see them around.

So “Howdy!” to the Netherlands, I hope you’re enjoying whatever you find, and are not just here because because “Little Submissions” means “Cheap Automobile Parts” or something in Dutch.

Thanks to all the other readers as well, while I’m at it. I like your clicks.

-V.

10.19.09

Sweet Dreams

Posted in stories tagged at 7:49 pm by littlesubmissions

He pushed his eyelids back up for the fifth time, and looked at her blearily. “I’m going to pass out. See you in the morning?”

She looked away from the television and swallowed the chocolate in her mouth. “You’ll miss the end.”

He shrugged. “I’ll miss the end if I stay here anyway, I think. It’s just a question of whether I fall asleep on the couch and wake up with a stiff neck, or fall asleep in the bed and wake up with a hot woman.”

She rocked her head back and forth, thinking, a thin crease appearing above the brige of her nose. “Well, wait a second, I wanted to beat you up tonight, but it’s no fun if you’re tired. So…” She poured out a handful of the candy, sorted through them until there were only two in her hand, then dropped the bag on the couch. She put her hands behind her back, smiled, and then held her closed fists out towards him. “Pick one. Orange, you go to sleep and wake up in the morning whenever you wake up. Green, you go to sleep and get woken up when I start beating the snot out of you. Or shove my strapon in your mouth until you gag. Or… well, it’s your turn to wash the sheets, so blood, lube, spit, piss, tears, none of it’s my problem.” She waited, then jogged her head from side to side until his attention focused and he smiled. “Pick.”

He tapped her right hand. “That one I guess, but you know I like the green ones.”

She shook her head. “They all taste the same, you know. But… shut your eyes.” She carefully looked at the piece of candy in her right hand. “Keep them closed.” She rubbed the hard shell on his lips, then slid it into his mouth. “Chew and swallow. Don’t open your eyes.” His mouth crunched down, and when his throat contorted she gently opened his lips and slid the other piece in his mouth. “Chew and swallow.” She watched as his jaw worked again, waited until his throat contracted and he took a deep, shuddering breath of anticipation.

“OK. Open your eyes, go to bed.” He saw her with the remote control in her hand, studying the television as the characters ran backwards.

“Well, which one…”

She shook her head without looking at him, and smiled. “Sweet dreams.”

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

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