New GxG: Watching the (Women’s) World Cup

So this because ages ago I wrote a thing about people watching the men’s soccer world cup, so this, just in fairness, so as to not invisible-ise or whatever women’s sport!

Also, cause Australia is going to win! That’s right! You heard me!

Um, no actually Australia probably isn’t… especially after this morning, sigh… that was just kind of yay go team…

And Sydney FC in case anyone was trying to work out the lip gloss colour thing :)

Anyways, it’s on here, um, here, or in Les Smut on Wattpad too.


Update before I post: Oh, and my bad, I just realized I used the name Kat in both stories, but they’re not really meant to be the same person or anything…  I guess it just seems like sports-fan name or something, maybe?


New Non-Smut Daily-Writing Stuff on Wattpad

So real quick, and belatedly, because I forgot to say here, and then someone reminded me, and then I forgot again and someone else reminded me again… So anyways…

There’s three new mostly-daily-updating things on Wattpad, because I’m stuck with what I’m meant to be doing, so trying doing different and entirely new and several things at once to fix being blocked on Losing Everything and Love Letters, because that worked last time.  Sort of.

So anyways, the new things are…



(Epic fantasy, no smut, kind of religiousy only in the sense it’s, well, about the garden of Eden)

Ashlin dies, and then wakes up, very surprised that she has.

She remembers dying, remembers it precisely, and is completely certain that she did. She is equally certain that she hadn’t expected there to be anything else afterwards.

But yet, here something is.

She is somewhere. A place she doesn’t understand. A place whose very existence doesn’t quite make sense, and which is equal parts horrifying and magical, beautiful and cruel.

With very little other choice, she explores this new world, trying to find a place for herself in it.

Slowly, she begins to work out where she is, and what is happening around her, and what she needs to do to find peace.

Oh, spoilers, if you’re reading it over there… the city is built on top of the garden of eden! urban sprawl comes to paradise! ha!

This is here.


Fame (Except Not)

(Kind of gxg celebrity fanfic, just to try.)

I meet someone famous. And I lend her a dress.  And then she kisses me, and then things get really complicated.

This is here.


Adventures in Heroland

(Sort of epic fantasy-ish but also slightly silly)

Harriet Ironspike is a tax collector, but not the exciting kind. Not one of the highly-skilled operators of the Special Assessments Office with their ultra-light chainmail and automatic crossbows. Harriet is only an initial assessor, a form-filler, who has to call in the SAO when things became complicated or tricky. Which means that the SAO always get all the credit for the most interesting audits she does.

Harriet doesn’t mind that. She doesn’t mind her job. In fact, she actually quite likes it, even though working where she does is sometimes tricky. She is in the difficult in the northern province of Karmelt. Or Heroland, as everyone calls it.

Karmelt is in the northern marches, and is full of heroes. And bandits. And dragons. And orcish raiding parties. Which the all heroes fight endlessly. And that fighting is all very well, and like all the residents of Heroland, Harriet is glad someone does it, but it does create certain complicated issues around their taxes. Like irregular incomes and capital gains and deductible expenses for dragon hordes.

Any cash-based employment with haphazard accounting needs to be treated with a certain care by the tax authorities, and unfortunately, those tax authorities are Harriet.

Only Harriet.

For the whole province of Heroland.

And it isn’t just heroes she has to deal with, either. It’s heroes, and orcish mining corporations, and elvish agricultural collectives that everyone knows are growing illegal narcotics off in the woods, and worst of all, it is doing audits of dragons.

Harriet hates doing audits of dragons, but tax season is coming and she knows she is going to have to before the financial year is out.

And this one I’m pretty much writing from the blurb!

This is here.

Tiny Flash Fictions

I was just bored and blocked and tried this!  Um, stories as short as can possibly be…



Unlike Orpheus1, he did not look back.  It made no real difference.


Visiting the Fey

In the end, terribly hungry, knowing it is unwise, I eat a little of the food.  And although there must be an end to this story, as I sit here, chewing, I know I shall never know what it is.

Confessions in a Lifeboat

And then there were only two of us.  And in the end, hungry, I ate a little of the meat too.

Airship Cthulu FSM Action-Smut!

In truth, it makes no sense, not even to me, but this is the world we have now. There are gods. They are powerful. They feed on fear, and also, sometimes, on us.

We don’t know where they came from, or why they are here. Some say they awoke from the depths of the sea. Some say they fall from a star which passed by our own.

I do not know, none knows, and it does not really matter now.

They are here. And we fight as best we can. And without our savior and his pastary blessing we would be lost.

Lost, long before now.

But wait. I must explain. What I write makes no sense, and this journal will be worthless if I am not clear.

The dark gods came, and they are terrible. And we must defeat them to survive. And it is a sign of the madness of this world that the greatest power there is to stop them is in another god, a good god, but one who it is difficult to accept as real. For it is because of his unrealness that he has power. He is a god we made as a joke, to tease one another with, and which was never taken seriously, but he is also a god who has never been theirs. Who is entirely our own. And as it happens, that is what matters. That our pastary savior was never theirs.

Our pastary savior beings us goodness, and light, and so we hold his blessing close to us, and fight them with him in our hearts.

As I do now. As I am about to do now.

For I am what I am, a fighter for the world, exactly because I can believe as I do. Because I have my faith.

I have it now. I am standing on the bridge of my airship, hanging half out an open window, with a rope around my wrist, looking downwards at that horror which is beneath me, waiting for the right time to strike.

I stand there, feeling the goodness of my pastary god’s touch. I feel his noodley appendages embrace me, and smell the beautiful scents of the foods I know only by faith, by hope, but which I never did taste in the old world, the world now gone, foods such as cheese and olive oil and tomato. All foods that are lost to us now.

I feel his embrace, and I feel strong. I feel warm, and full.

I glance down, as we drift closer in the wind. I steer a little, and hope the wind will not change, and that the horror below will not notice me.

Then I realize what I am doing, and snap my mind away before my thoughts draw its attention, and all is lost.

I concentrate on my pastary lord. I concentrate on what I am feeling. Warm slithery touches inside my clothes. The scents of cheese and salt, and warm pasta in my mouth. I feel pasta slip between the buttons of my waistcoat, and beneath the hem of my skirt. I feel it slide its way up my legs, and inside my neckline, and within the cuffs of my sleeves. I feel pasta sliding against my skin, comforting me, caressing me. I feel it spreading my nether lips, caressing its silky oily way inside me. I shift my feet, to let him reach. I sigh, and feel his embrace. I feel pleasure. I concentrate on nothing but pleasure, and on the sheer joy of his touch.

My airship floats silently over the dark one, and as I near it’s centre, I near my climax too. And as I do, as I feel myself come close to orgasm, I reach out and tug on the rope. The rope I cannot think about, which connects through pulleys to a cradle which holds the weapon beneath the airship, and which, at my tug, drops the weapon loose below.

The weapon falls, and I still dare not think on it, and concentrate on the touch of pasta inside me.

I concentrate on that, and not on what is falling towards the horror below, even now, as my orgasm begins.

What is falling is holy blessed pasta. A large bowl of it, upended from beneath the airship. A bowl sanctified to his name, a blessed bowl, which is the only thing in the world which can defeat a horror such as this.

The pasta falls.

It lands.

It splatters across the horror. It drips and splashes and runs down its sides, and the horror feels his blessed pastary touch, and shrieks in pain, and writhes, churning up the sea.

I care not. I am lost in pleasure of my own. Lost in his holy noodely touch. I feel the culmination of my pleasure, and close my eyes in delight.

I concentrate on pleasure, because it is the only way my mind can resist the waves of horror emanating from the dying god. To be distracted, as I am, by the simple goodly pleasure of my orgasm.

I sigh, and moan, and feel his blessed slippery caress inside me, and feel pleasure, a wonderful pleasure, which goes on and on. By the time it is finished, by the time I pay attention to the world around me once again, the horror below me has died.

I sit down inside the airship, at the controls, with shaky hands and knees, and gasp for a moment for breath. Then I turn the airship back towards land, to collect another sacred weapon, so I may begin the search for another horror.

As I will, over and over, until all such monsters are gone.

There’s another one here, is why.  Um, kind of why :)  Also, this is like a one-year anniversary special! Oh my!

Literotica May Be Broke

Updatey 7 May 2015: Literotica seems to be working again.  Yay!

Just randomly…  Literotica may be broke at the moment, and for the last day or so.  I don’t know, but I can’t get to the main website either, and there’s some bits and pieces on the forums there about how they’re changing servers around and there’s maybe a problem accessing it based on geography.  As in, basically, some people can’t get on and some can depending where they are.

Which I’m saying here, weird as that is, cause I just noticed lots of people seem to be turning up here from google because of the literotica post ages ago.

So if you’re wondering what’s going, that’s why!

Oh, and also, when I checked, the is-this-site-up type places all seemed to say it was still up.   So that as well.

No it isn’t just you!

So anyways,  sorry that isn’t actually better news…  but at least you know now!  Which is maybe good?

And they haven’t said last time I looked how long it will take to fix everything, sorry!

The forums are here if that’s useful!  Which, um, still work!

A Workout! To Go with the Diet!

Um, this diet I mean!

And the workout is this…  vigoriously hump a pillow for twenty minutes each day!  Every day!  Because that has to be quite good exercise surely?  Like humping a pillow, all sweaty and fast, with no hands or whatever you might do to speed things up…  that could almost actually be a workout.  Maybe?  Couldn’t it?

I think so anyway.  And I think this is clever!  So ha!  My exercise guru workout routine is invented, go me!

I mean, it probably is like, actual exercise, as well as just the um…  cardio…   At least for some quite specific, um, humpy muscles.  Which is better than none!

And what’s important is that like the diet, it’s way more fun than the gym!

And way more fun means you might actually do it!

So yay!

Oh wait…  actually…  more fun than the gym unless you have a very exciting kind of a gym with very special machines, maybe.  I don’t know. I mean, I can see how in theory weights machines could be made way more interesting to use than they are now, is all.  So if you have some kind of special gym like that, I guess you’re already okay!  And um…   if you do, then please tell me?  Okay?

But otherwise, except for experimental pervert gyms, do this instead!

Because it has to be good for you!

And also, it must be good for toning your butt, too!  Maybe…  um, perhaps.  Or abs…  or like some weird muscle in your hips you never think about otherwise…  but that’s okay, because why should all the obvious boring muscles that stick out and get all the attention also get all the effort?  How unfair!  Do some work on the hidden invisible actually-useful muscles instead, I say!

Omg such good healthy living advice around here!  Wow!

Um, actually, completely don’t listen to me, I have no idea.  Like, go ask a personal trainer instead!  A personal trainer would know!

Um, wait…  no actually don’t…  that’s maybe a bit creepy.  Like going, “oh hi, I need a program for my calves and arms but my hips are fine because I masturbate excessively”

Actually, that might be a bad thing to say.  It’s kind of rudely sharey, anyways.

So instead, just go hump a pillow!  Because I said so!  Don’t bother with professional advice, because how I’m a diet guru now, so you should listen to me!  Because actually, now I think about it, if you do, that’s like exercise, and saving a personal trainer from harassment, both at the same time!

You’re like doing good deeds as well as having fun!


Although, um, I’m sorry…  this is kind of a specific workout, and I’m not sure what boys could do instead.  Like run up and down stairs while wanking maybe?  I’m sure that can’t be too unsafe…

I’m so full of helpful suggestions and ideas aren’t I!

Maybe I should write cookbooks instead! Or diet books!

So because I am in a hyper mood and not actually doing anything useful…  um, because of apples… um… seriously…

Anyways.  An idea!

So I was in an actual paper bookshop the other day, like one where actual paper books are.  If you remember those?  Like, the things which I would read if I actually did read because if I did they’d have to be paper because I don’t have a kindle…  and yes I know that’s slightly sad for someone who writes ebooks…  but never mind.

Anyways.  I was looking around and thinking how amazingly many cookbooks there are.  And not just “oh I’m a famous chef with a TV show here’s my book” ones, but all sorts of books.  So, so many books.  And also diet books.

And then I thought, I could write a diet cookbook!

Then I remembered I’m way too lazy to actually do that.  Like with all the organizey and test-cooking and all the rest.  And taking all the photos of food?  I mean, I can barely clean the shower or organize one photo for a book cover.  So no, actually I don’t think I will.

Because it’s so, so much easier just to be a diet guru!

Like, just by saying so here!

So I will!

And ta-dah, here’s my new diet I just invented…

Any time you want to snack, masturbate instead!

I think that would be the best weight-loss programme ever!  And it would actually work!  Probably!  Maybe!

Because mainly, it would be fun!  So you wouldn’t keep meaning to do the diet, but then actually not!  You would do it!

So that’s good!

And it might even be a good cardio workout too…  perhaps?   Like even if you don’t actually…  um…  move around very much.  Because cardio…  like your heart rate would be elevated, um, briefly, and I’m pretty sure all the healthy living messages are just “elevate your heart-rate for a little bit each day”.  Like nothing about how exactly you should do it…  and how exercisey you need to be….  so it would be good for cardio, maybe, if not actually building endurance or muscle tone or whatev!

So that’s good too!

Although actually, I guess if you just want to increase your heart-rare, you could maybe just watch horror films several times a day.  Or get people to shout “boo” at you unexpectedly.  Or eat chillies….  maybe one of those would be easier?

And actually, with the…  um…  diet…  I guess it might work better if you’re at home all day like me….  as in, you’d be better able to do this at home than if you sit at a desk in the middle of a busy office all day…  um…  that could be awkward….  or embarassing…  which might put you off your new diet.

But anyways, that’s my new guru diet!  I hope you’re all impressed!

Oh, also, /sarcasm probably….  sorry I forgot the tag at the start :)

Lazy and Apples and April (Why I haven’t written anything in ages)

Oh, and also, I know I went quiet again, and it started because dramas, but now its mostly just the mid-autumn seasonal-affective-disorder too-much-apple-sugar April glug.

I hope.  I assume.

Um, back soon, anyways.

And April-apple-glug because i just realized it happened last year too, so maybe its just me.  Which is a bit alarming, but never mind.

But nows I must go and write a thing for the other one.  And if you don’t know there’s another one, um…  read this first, but there is :)

Writery Stuff: Linky about Marketing (Um… Not)

So yes, this is actually not so much a clever and useful linky about marketing as one about why I don’t, and maybe people shouldn’t, and how maybe that’s okay because marketing, or at least social-media-type marketing, perhaps isn’t very useful for writers.

And mostly so how because of all that, I shouldn’t feel guilty because I don’t, and maybe you shouldn’t either if you do too!  Which is good, like not feeling guilty!


Um, seriously, because I think some people reading this are actually writers, like from back in the day maybe, although some people aren’t.  So if you aren’t, just ignore, but for the writers, um, this…

Please shut up: Why self-promotion as an author doesn’t work

Which is useful!  And actually did help.  As in, help with confidence and feeling less like I don’t do enough, rather than with the actual marketing.  Because it’s basically saying the “twitter doesn’t sell books” thing and also the “best marketing is write another book” thing, and I think maybe hearing those over and over, with convincing-ness, is actually very useful!

So here you go!

And yes, I know it’s maybe only telling me what I already wanted to hear, but that can be nice too!  Even if only for the less guilty-ness :)  But also, I think actually she’s right, and kind of explains better than I can what I was vaguely feeling but hadn’t worked out how to say.  And say properly.  Like with reasoning and evidence and stuff!  And in a lot more detail than I ever could.

Which is why just linking rather than trying to say it myself!

So yes, maybe less useful than actual marketing advice, but maybe actually more useful too, because it might help you not feel guilty or lazy or useless or not committed because you don’t bother doing social media as much as some people say you should.

Because for that, it helped me heaps!

And yes I know this is a blog and so social media.  But you know what I mean!

Anyways, that was just in case someone found it useful.  Except instead of just posting a link I went on and on.  Oh well.

Oh, and for credityness, this is from the Passive Voice, which is about the only booky thing I look at, but you should too!  Because useful!  And also, one day when I’m rich and famous he’s going to be my lawyer.  Not that he knows it yet haha.  And also, he is a fine example of how to just post a link and not go on and on and on about it…  um…  :)

Okays, so yes, now I should stop.

And so I will!