What are we all writing right now?

I work at a large Japanese consumer electronics company, specifically in localization. One of my co-workers actually recommended Literotica.com to me, and before anyone raises an eyebrow, nothing I share with my team ever crosses the line. No awkward HR visits here. In fact, we’re actually collaborating on a story together. It’s been a fun creative outlet, and honestly, working on something like this with people who get the craft has been a blast.
 
I'm slowly chipping away at my entry for this year's Summer Lovin' event. (Yes, it's early. Maybe I'll even be done on time.) Two male best friends from college meet up one weekend out of every summer to have sex. It's about ostensibly straight men going gay for each other, but it's also about how being an adult and getting old means you don't necessarily just get to pick up and go see your friends whenever you want, it means people drift apart, get married, have babies, it means having to rekindle those old connections whenever you can, however you can. Because I can't write a story anymore unless it's WISTFUL, god damn it.
 
I work at a large Japanese consumer electronics company, specifically in localization. One of my co-workers actually recommended Literotica.com to me, and before anyone raises an eyebrow, nothing I share with my team ever crosses the line. No awkward HR visits here. In fact, we’re actually collaborating on a story together. It’s been a fun creative outlet, and honestly, working on something like this with people who get the craft has been a blast.
Now that's a team building exercise I could get behind, especially since all but one of the people on my team is female.
 
Now that's a team building exercise I could get behind, especially since all but one of the people on my team is female.
The person leading the charge of The Last Note story, architect of the story we are collaborating on and occasional taskmaster (even though, technically, I’m her boss) ,is sharp, wildly creative, and has a poet’s heart paired with a gloriously dirty mind. She’s the kind of person who can write something beautiful and then immediately follow it up with a line that makes you drop your coffee. She and my wife seem to live for the sole purpose of making me blush, and honestly, they’re alarmingly good at it.

So far, The Last Note story has gotten way too long, like definitely-gonna-need-two-parts long. I can already see chapters getting shuffled around to support the narrative flow, or at least that’s what my wife keeps saying as she waves that digitial red pen like a lightsaber. But once it’s all done, polished, and passes through the editorial gauntlet, I’m really hoping they’ll let me post it here. Fingers crossed.
 
I'm not writing it anymore, because it took me less than twelve hours from the initial idea (thank you, Plot Bunny!) to submitting it for publication. But my latest tells the tale of a massage therapist whose client is her school bully.

It was supposed to be a hot sexy romp, but in less than 500 words it had turned into something darker, about revenge and anxiety and all the feelings that come bubbling to the surface when someone who betrayed you in your most vulnerable moment, and turned your life into a hell, is presented to you on a silver platter. I expect readers' opinions to be divided.
 
I'm trying something off my beaten path, a period piece. A lesbian story set in ancient Rome. In the end, I write for the fun of it, and hope readers will like it, if and when I publish.

Interesting thing is realizing how much of the language of sex it modern slang, which (to me) would sound odd in a period piece. On the other hand, trying not to make the prose sound stiff.
 
I'm trying something off my beaten path, a period piece. A lesbian story set in ancient Rome. In the end, I write for the fun of it, and hope readers will like it, if and when I publish.

Interesting thing is realizing how much of the language of sex it modern slang, which (to me) would sound odd in a period piece. On the other hand, trying not to make the prose sound stiff.
It's a general rule that stiffness of prose and stiffness of body parts are inversely related.
 
After a hard drive failure lost me about a year and a half of work that I thought I was backing up onto a cloud server but hey - looks like I'd been forgetting to - I've got a pile of things in my head and have been sitting for about 2 months now trying to decide if I'm getting back in or not.

I had a great pair of stories for scifi and fantasy in the 'PNF' genre (a flip on 'ENF' - ENF is 'embarrassed or enforced nude female', but the 'P' refers to 'positive' - optimistic non-coercive stories where the protagonist has chosen or otherwise greatly enjoys being the nude person in erotic situations). And well, lost all my chapters, along with what was to be the next / concluding chapter of the 'alien girlfriend' series I'd been writing before 'life' threw me for a loop.

So I'm looking at getting back to my choice of:

'what if the 'Mailgirls' series was something fun, without any blackmail, abuse, coercion, torture, non-consent / SA, etc. But instead was a big kink trip the people doing it got away with due to weird quirks in the society' - and then an added twist that... well, if I say too much somebody's likely to write this one before I can.

Another 'aliens on earth' story but a little different. But this one is silliness around an 'Earth girl' on the first alien ship to take an earther to the stars as 'we thought earth females didn't wear clothes' as 'wait, all these 'fans', 'hub' and 'tube' videos on your internet are NOT cultural training material on how we should behave with you?' Except the actual story's a bit different because I'd like to recover it better before I give up enough to see somebody use chatGPT to write it before I can as I don't use those tools. ;)

And I still need to finish that final chapter of my 'alien girlfriend' series and the story of her grand daughter a century later - half of which got fried on dead hard drive.
 
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Just finished a story and in the process of editing it.

I'm currently working on two Summer Loving entries called A Cabin for Two & Woman of the Cloth; First one treads familiar territory while the second one is something I've never written before.
 
I was walking down my local high street the other day, head down, determined to get home without spending money. Naturally, I got distracted. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a stiletto in the window of a flat above a sleek little boutique, which I thought odd. I slowed down and looked again—but just a trick of the curtain and shadows. But by then, the idea had sunk its heel in.

The story wrote itself: a young man glimpses a perfect black stiletto in a glowing upstairs window on a grey winter's day, something about it pulling him in deeper than it should. Soon, he’s tangled in the web of the glamorous, mysterious and commanding shop owner who seems to know him better than he knows himself.

It's all written now, and I tested it with some early readers have been very encouraging. As usual, I wrote too much—so I’ll post it in two parts, rather than subject anyone to a ten-pages of my waffle in one sitting!
 
I'm working on my story for the Literotica virtual convention, with help from collaborators. It's an interesting and challenging process - there's a wild, unstructured element to it with multiple ideas bouncing around and the chance to use other people's characters and have them meet each other - but what happens when the sweet innocent girl that you created turns out to also be into BDSM? I think the end result will have some really creative stories.
 
Finally got a big chunk of a story done, first writing I've done in a month.

In short, there's all the stories where someone tries BDSM for the first time and finds they're hugely into it. I wanted to try a story where the newbie finds that actually, they're not into it after all.
 
And well, lost all my chapters, along with what was to be the next / concluding chapter of the 'alien girlfriend' series I'd been writing before 'life' threw me for a loop.
Oof, I’m so sorry. I enjoyed your stories about those aliens when I read them a few years ago and I was hoping you would eventually continue :(

Curse upon the lying cloud! Curse it!

On a much more amusing note, your idea of aliens confused by human porn is the bedrock of my own recent story. Peruse at your discretion ;)
 
I'm starting my first sequel piece. It's a follow-up to my story "My Day With Kelly and Noel." This time it's a solo adventure with just Kelly that I've been wanting to work on but had another story in the hopper which I just submitted last night.
 
Just wrapped the first 7,000 words of my story "Once", and my wife, who hates spoilers with a passion, actually asked how it ends. That never happens. So I showed her (since I always write the ending first), and after reading it, she turned to me and said, “That’s an asshole move, [REDACTED].” I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.

Also, she keeps pointing out that I keep misspelling Turkey, like the country, not the bird. At this point, I’m half-convinced she’s going to start texting me maps. She also laughed when she saw I managed to sneak Istanbul into the story, mostly because back in the '90s, I went through a weird phase where I’d randomly ask people, “Where is this Istanbul?” for no clear reason. Honestly, I don’t even remember why I did it, but apparently it made an impression.
 
Just did my read-throughs of my summer and Nude Day stories, and now I'm contemplating a prison story. I'm juggling between FP and TP, but usually my TPs are MCs. This time? I might borrow from Rebecca and leave the narrator unnamed and secondary, describing what she sees. I'd do this because I prefer the informality of FP, but I want some distance from the MC.

Decisions, decisions.
 
I'm proofing part 5 of Masters' Night In. I was hoping this would be the last installment, but, once again, Galatea had other plans, this time a case of "be careful what you wish for." Galatea is separating herself from Soma and her relationship with her masters is taking a turn I hadn't expected. Part 5 is pushing 12k words; while there's more sex in this installment, most of it remains dialog. Part 6 is well under way. This time, Galatea won't take over the story, though I can't make the same promise about Nora. The conclusion will act as a segue to the next tale in what's becoming The Five Masters Saga: Roissy Night.
 
I'm currently writing a spin-off to Melody's Silence called Unwritten Orders. It follows FBI Agent Dexter as he goes undercover with a sharp, unpredictable new partner, Riley Quinn, to infiltrate a vineyard retreat run by a billionaire with ties to judicial corruption.

I can’t wait to start writing some good one-liners for Dexter, he’s earned the right to say something cool before things explode.
 
I have a bunch of stuff in my Drafts folder. Half-written stories regarding celebrities. Sequels to stories I've published. A rather long sorority story. And plenty of other stuff.
 
No stories for Lit, but I’m half through my first Romcom
 
I straddled his cock and rode up and down on him. "You still want to know what my husband is thinking right now?"

"Your husband’s a fool," came a quite slightly horse reply.

"Let's see. My husband gets a blow job three or four times a week. He fucks me six or eight times a week. He gets to hear very erotic stories about my sexploits. You can't remember the last marital blowjob and you get to fuck your wife six times a year. Who's the fool?"
 
I straddled his cock and rode up and down on him. "You still want to know what my husband is thinking right now?"

"Your husband’s a fool," came a quite slightly horse reply.

"Let's see. My husband gets a blow job three or four times a week. He fucks me six or eight times a week. He gets to hear very erotic stories about my sexploits. You can't remember the last marital blowjob and you get to fuck your wife six times a year. Who's the fool?"
Ah yes, the fodder for LW trolls to devour. Carry on, sir! You are performing an indispensable community service.
 
Let's see... eight drafts, two are finished and awaiting final checks, three are nearing completion and the other three are somewhere between barely started and halfway done.
 
Right now writing two stories:

One involves working behind-the-scene at a porn company.

Another is my second sword & sorcery fantasy story involving Thorvik Kabot- Succubus Slayer, tilted "Gloryhole Of Doom!"
 
Ah yes, the fodder for LW trolls to devour. Carry on, sir! You are performing an indispensable community service.
Thanks - I love to scratch their itch. But this story will go under Fetish. Husband bought the dress for her 3rd date and can't wait to hear the dets. Mutual satisfaction ensured.
 
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