Below is my draft intro to a series about a female frotteur who goes by the moniker “Femme Frotteur.” I’d be interested in hearing from people on whether you think this idea has legs. It would be largely episodic, with a bit of overarching narrative: How did she start along this path? What did she think about it along the way? Do her friends know? Her partner(s)? Where does she go from here? That sort of thing.
I’m also considering self-publishing this on a paid platform, which I’m only just researching now. Never published for paid before.
Some questions for whoever stumbles across this post…
Do you think this kink has a decent market demand for paying readers? My initial research suggests it’s underserved, but maybe it’s just that demand is low.
Do you like that the MC is female, and readers will be enjoying their vicarious frotteur encounters from her perspective? (I would point out that a female MC helps with the challenge of writing in appropriate consent – because these will be consensual encounters, but with the trappings of non-consent. Encounters will be primarily FM, with some FF, and maybe a bit of small group.)
My initial thought is that these stories would never have intercourse in them. This is not about getting fucked in public, or even naked. I’m looking to abide by the definition more strictly than using it as a lead-up to sex. Would that kill the idea in a paid market?
What do you think of this story title structure? Sort of comic-book/pulpy: Femme Frotteur in… Sandwiched on the Subway; Femme Frotteur in… Caught in the Crowd; Femme Frotteur in… Rubbed the Wrong Way; etc.
Here’s the intro to give you a sense of the setup and our MC’s voice:
Know what a frotteur is? Frotteurism? Me neither. Or I didn’t, anyway—not until yesterday. That’s when the cops picked me up down the block from the subway station. Now I know what a frotteur is. I am one.
I got arrested for it—frotteurism, that is—but the arrest didn’t take. My time in the cop shop was over before you could say, “Is that a taser in you pocket or are you just happy to etcetera, etcetera…” So, now I’m back on the streets with a frotteuristic spring in my step, and the contact info for a “highly specialised” therapist in my purse.
Frotteurism is when you get off on rubbing up against strangers in public places. Usually, it’s without their consent, so, illegal—more on the consent aspect later. It’s mostly men who do it, which makes me an exception. Apparently, with some good ‘ole talk therapy, the tendency (urge? Need? Addiction?) can be, like, curbed or stifled or something.
Not sure I’d ever want to do that. Know why? ‘Cause I fucking love it. And now that I understand a bit more about it, courtesy of Dr. Google, I’m ready to share some of my stories with y’all.
So where do I start? I could begin at the beginning, of course, and tell you about my college days, and a certain old-fashioned pencil sharpener that probably still smells like a vag on fire. I could tell you about my first day taking the subway across town to my new job, surrounded by the early-morning construction crowd. I could tell you about the hottest one, at the art gallery. Mmmm… art galleries…
But you know what? Maybe I’ll start at the cop shop. Because that story’s just a wee bit different from the others. You’ll see.
Femme Frotteur in… Coppin’ a Feel
[Insert awesomely hot frotteur erotica short story here…]
Thanks for your thoughts on this.
I should add—story ideas are welcome! Especially if you have a twist on the basic idea, or a way to layer it. Example, our hero determines that it was a meddlesome, stuffy, high-brow woman who called the cops on her after watching her on the subway rubbing up on some dude. Femme Frotteur seeks this woman out on the subway (familiar commuters) and confronts her, and it turns out the meddlesome lady was super turned on by what she saw, and this triggers a FF frotteuriffic encounter between Femme and the woman.
I’m also considering self-publishing this on a paid platform, which I’m only just researching now. Never published for paid before.
Some questions for whoever stumbles across this post…
Do you think this kink has a decent market demand for paying readers? My initial research suggests it’s underserved, but maybe it’s just that demand is low.
Do you like that the MC is female, and readers will be enjoying their vicarious frotteur encounters from her perspective? (I would point out that a female MC helps with the challenge of writing in appropriate consent – because these will be consensual encounters, but with the trappings of non-consent. Encounters will be primarily FM, with some FF, and maybe a bit of small group.)
My initial thought is that these stories would never have intercourse in them. This is not about getting fucked in public, or even naked. I’m looking to abide by the definition more strictly than using it as a lead-up to sex. Would that kill the idea in a paid market?
What do you think of this story title structure? Sort of comic-book/pulpy: Femme Frotteur in… Sandwiched on the Subway; Femme Frotteur in… Caught in the Crowd; Femme Frotteur in… Rubbed the Wrong Way; etc.
Here’s the intro to give you a sense of the setup and our MC’s voice:
Know what a frotteur is? Frotteurism? Me neither. Or I didn’t, anyway—not until yesterday. That’s when the cops picked me up down the block from the subway station. Now I know what a frotteur is. I am one.
I got arrested for it—frotteurism, that is—but the arrest didn’t take. My time in the cop shop was over before you could say, “Is that a taser in you pocket or are you just happy to etcetera, etcetera…” So, now I’m back on the streets with a frotteuristic spring in my step, and the contact info for a “highly specialised” therapist in my purse.
Frotteurism is when you get off on rubbing up against strangers in public places. Usually, it’s without their consent, so, illegal—more on the consent aspect later. It’s mostly men who do it, which makes me an exception. Apparently, with some good ‘ole talk therapy, the tendency (urge? Need? Addiction?) can be, like, curbed or stifled or something.
Not sure I’d ever want to do that. Know why? ‘Cause I fucking love it. And now that I understand a bit more about it, courtesy of Dr. Google, I’m ready to share some of my stories with y’all.
So where do I start? I could begin at the beginning, of course, and tell you about my college days, and a certain old-fashioned pencil sharpener that probably still smells like a vag on fire. I could tell you about my first day taking the subway across town to my new job, surrounded by the early-morning construction crowd. I could tell you about the hottest one, at the art gallery. Mmmm… art galleries…
But you know what? Maybe I’ll start at the cop shop. Because that story’s just a wee bit different from the others. You’ll see.
Femme Frotteur in… Coppin’ a Feel
[Insert awesomely hot frotteur erotica short story here…]
Thanks for your thoughts on this.
I should add—story ideas are welcome! Especially if you have a twist on the basic idea, or a way to layer it. Example, our hero determines that it was a meddlesome, stuffy, high-brow woman who called the cops on her after watching her on the subway rubbing up on some dude. Femme Frotteur seeks this woman out on the subway (familiar commuters) and confronts her, and it turns out the meddlesome lady was super turned on by what she saw, and this triggers a FF frotteuriffic encounter between Femme and the woman.
