Recurring elements in your stories

[StillStunned]

A while ago I realised that I like writing about demons. One story has a demon as the POV character, but mostly I like them as baddies. They can be as nasty and perverted as you want. They can be charming or terrifying. They can have tentacles that end in hands, mouths and cocks. They can have mind-affecting powers, or take over innocent victims. They're perfect for erotica.

I've been writing a novel for my wife's enjoyment that's all about demons and who controls them, and who they control. Maybe one day I'll post a few chapters here.

Another element I've noticed is that my female characters are usually lawyers. Not sure what the reason is though.

So what things do you see coming back again and again in your writings? And why?

 

[Jackie.Hikaru]

Skinny dipping in bodies of water.
This is not a surprise to me. I love skinny dipping.

 

[MillieDynamite]

Strong female MCs, light BDSM, a prostitute now and again, inner-city settings, and, um, I'm not sure, but I'm sure there are other things.

 

[Euphony]

Characters with an appreciation for food.

Not professionals per se but people who understand the restorative power of lingering over the experience of a meal lovingly prepared or the simple elegance like a soul-warming broth with delightful noodles.

Taste is an easy one of the five senses to pass over in your fiction if the narrative isn't easily set up for it. Always looking for new ways to incorporate it and explore its interconnectivity with being human.

 

[AwkwardlySet]

Sex.

 

[Zootonius]

Skinny dipping in bodies of water.
This is not a surprise to me. I love skinny dipping.

I like writing about older women and younger lovers.

And you reminded me of one story I started about an older woman who befriends a younger one. She invites the younger one to see her orchids and when she sees her pool asks, "do you skinny dip?" The older woman replies, "always." To which the younger one strips followed by the older woman confronted by a nude water nymph slipping into her pool.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

I live in Austin, so my readers get a lot of local flavor. Local landmarks, restaurants, Texas Longhorns, etc.
I also ride a motorcycle, so that frequently comes into play. Probably the biggest is my near fetish for tall redheads with blazing green eyes. Well, that and happy, almost Harlequinesque endings. There's just too much negativity out there today, especially in the Trans space and that's where most of my characters live.

 

[EmilyMiller]

A while ago I realised that I like writing about demons. One story has a demon as the POV character, but mostly I like them as baddies. They can be as nasty and perverted as you want. They can be charming or terrifying. They can have tentacles that end in hands, mouths and cocks. They can have mind-affecting powers, or take over innocent victims. They're perfect for erotica.

I've been writing a novel for my wife's enjoyment that's all about demons and who controls them, and who they control. Maybe one day I'll post a few chapters here.

Another element I've noticed is that my female characters are usually lawyers. Not sure what the reason is though.

So what things do you see coming back again and again in your writings? And why?

Recurring themes:

1. Petite blonde protagonists (too many to count)
2. Demons (four stories - plus a passing reference in a fifth)
3. Angels (ditto)
4. Petite blonde demons and angels (I know)
5. BJs - lots and lots and lots
6. People who have experienced loss, bereavement or trauma

My demons are always protagonists, not antagonists.

Em

 

[StillStunned]

My demons are always protagonists, not antagonists.

I don't think your demons would like most of my demons.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I don't think your demons would like most of my demons.

My main demon talks a good talk about torture and murder, but she’s petty adorable really.

Em

 

[karina_jayde]

I've found it pretty hard to write longer stories that don't involve open relationships or multiple partners. From a writing perspective, things get stale if it's just one partner. So any sort of multi-chapter arc is going to have the MC hooking up with multiple people (often at the same time).

Any story of mine not set in a strictly realistic setting is probably going to have some sort of magic-enhanced sex, too, lol. Just for the sake of fun and variety.

 

[StillStunned]

My main demon talks a good talk about torture and murder, but she’s petty adorable really.

Em

Mine are pretty awful. Here's a scene from an unpublished story. The main character has teamed up with a partner to capture a pair of outlaw sisters. Just as they've got the outlaws cornered this happens.

Suddenly Izan’s gaze was caught by movement beyond Atroc. A young man – little more than a boy, Izan thought – was striding up the narrow defile. He was naked. Not just naked, Izan saw, but engorged. His cock was purple, its swollen head pointing to the sky.

“This looks like trouble,” Izan muttered under his breath.

The others noticed the boy almost immediately. Reha took a careful step back from the ledge where she was standing and lowered her spear. Rika half-turned, the arrow on her bow pointing to the ground. Atroc stopped mid-curse and waved his axe. “Go away, kid! You’re not armed for this.”

Rika hooted with laughter. “He seems to be armed pretty well!” she cried. “Reha, his spear is almost as long as yours!”

The boy continued to walk towards them. His eyes seemed wild, barely looking where he was going. Atroc stepped forward. Casting a cautious look up at where Reha stood, he laid his axe on a stone and pressed his hand against the newcomer’s naked chest. “Get out of here,” he growled.

The boy stopped, seeming to notice for the first time that he was surrounded by armed fighters. “Fuuuuuck,” he moaned. The voice was coarse, guttural. Inhuman, Izan thought to himself. He closed his eyes, concentrated, then opened them again and looked at the naked man with the Sight. “Fuck!” he said too.

The boy’s hand shot up and seized Atroc by the throat. Tendons stood out in his skinny arm as he dragged the older man’s face closer to his. Choking, gasping, struggling, eyes bulging, Atroc tried to pull away, but to no avail. The boy’s mouth opened and his lips locked around Atroc’s, tongue darting out.

Atroc’s body dangled limply from the boy’s grasp, shuddering as he clawed at the hand at his throat. Blood began to ooze from between their lips. Suddenly the boy’s hand closed and tore away half of Atroc’s throat and the man collapsed onto his knees, then fell lifelessly to his side on the ground.

The naked boy watched him fall, face bloody. Then he looked up at Rika. He let go of the bloody mass in his hand and instead took hold of his cock. Blood coated the hard organ. “Fuuuck!” he moaned again.

As if released from a spell, everyone sprang into motion at once. “Demon!” Izan called as he leaped forward with his shield ready, silently reciting the formulas to protect his mind. “Lust-demon!”

Rika raised her bow and loosed. The arrow sped towards the naked body and sank into the boy’s shoulder. He stopped, glanced at it, then pulled it free without flinching and dropped it. With a curse Rika dropped the bow and pulled a heavy-bladed knife from her belt.

Reha skipped along the rocks, clearly searching for the best position to strike. The boy ignored her and Izan and turned towards Rika. Reaching out with one hand dark and sticky and one hand clean, he was about to clamber up the rocks when Izan barrelled into him.

The weight of Izan’s charge should have thrown the younger man off balance, but he barely staggered. He turned his head to look at his attacker and bared his teeth in a bloody grin. Then he turned back to look at Rika again. “Fuuuuck!”

Izan kept his shield up to protect his face. With his sword he slashed at the other man’s exposed legs, striking crippling blows at hamstrings and knees. Disable him, he thought. Overpower the physical vessel, deal with the demon after. The naked boy fell beneath the onslaught, collapsing onto the ground like Atroc had. Now Izan felt the weight of the other’s attention turn on him, and with the Sight he saw the demon – leering face, grasping claws, oversized cock – spit at him and focus its powers.

The blast hit his mind-shield like a hammer blow – at least two names, he thought to himself – but his defences held firm. Again, the dozen years of hard discipline paid off. A wave crashed against his mind and rolled away. Without waiting for the demon to try again he stabbed down with his sword, again and again, until the thing below him was a bloody mass. He noticed Reha come up beside him and join in the stabbing, her spear flashing up and down, tearing flesh with every strike.

Then the body below them stopped struggling, stopped breathing, and Izan watched with the Sight as the demon crawled out of it. The leering face was set in a mask of sullen anger, glowing eyes darting from Izan to Reha as if weighing its options.

Not giving it a chance to act, Izan quickly recited the formula to abjure it. The strange syllables rolled off his tongue smoothly, though he hadn’t spoken them for a dozen years. The demon struggled, wavered, then gave a silent wail, shimmering like smoke over a fire, and it was gone.

Izan dropped to his knees. Breathing heavily, he let his sword slip from his grasp. It wasn’t difficult to guess what had happened. A kid, frustrated with the need for sex, had somehow learned to summon a demon to help him slake his lust. Or perhaps the demon had sought him out, finding a mind and body as eager for sex as it was. Either way, the boy hadn’t been able to control the demon and it had taken over his body and headed out in search of someone to fuck.

He became aware of Reha standing over him, looking down. He glanced up and saw that the woman’s lips were moist and parted, her eyes wide. Her long unbound hair was not quite white, he noticed, just very pale blond. Her spear had fallen to the ground beside Izan’s sword – his shield too, he noticed now. For a panicked moment he wondered whether the demon had simply jumped to a new vessel, but the Sight showed no sign of it. No, he realised, the woman had simply been caught by the demon’s mental attack. A glancing blow, otherwise she’d be drooling on the ground, but enough to leave its mark.

He struggled to his feet, turning to see Rika clambering off the rocks. Her hands were empty too, her face set in a look of lust similar to her sister’s.

Sex ensues, of course.

 

[Omenainen]

Angst. People who hurt and are accepting and supportive of each other’s struggles. I think that’s the one true constant in everything I’ve written.

 

[Bamagan]

Loss of control, or the realization that the control was always illusory.
And titties, of course. Often milky.

 

[Djmac1031]

Mine are pretty awful. Here's a scene from an unpublished story. The main character has teamed up with a partner to capture a pair of outlaw sisters. Just as they've got the outlaws cornered this happens.



Sex ensues, of course.

Yeah, you write very different demons than @EmilyMiller and I do lol.

Although Em's Emma can definitely kick some ass when she wants to.

 

[EmilyMiller]

Mine are pretty awful. Here's a scene from an unpublished story. The main character has teamed up with a partner to capture a pair of outlaw sisters. Just as they've got the outlaws cornered this happens.



Sex ensues, of course.

Yeah - mine are cute and cuddly.

Em

 

[BobbyLaker]

Jacuzzis... of all things.

I think it's the directional jets

 

[EmilyMiller]

Yeah, you write very different demons than @EmilyMiller and I do lol.

Although Em's Emma can definitely kick some ass when she wants to.

@djrip is my official artist, but I got an AI to create this. She should look a little younger, and a bit less vampish, but the general idea:

https://imgur.com/a/SrLqfcG

Em

 

[MyBareTorso]

A while ago I realised that I like writing about demons. One story has a demon as the POV character, but mostly I like them as baddies. They can be as nasty and perverted as you want. They can be charming or terrifying. They can have tentacles that end in hands, mouths and cocks. They can have mind-affecting powers, or take over innocent victims. They're perfect for erotica.

I've been writing a novel for my wife's enjoyment that's all about demons and who controls them, and who they control. Maybe one day I'll post a few chapters here.

Another element I've noticed is that my female characters are usually lawyers. Not sure what the reason is though.

So what things do you see coming back again and again in your writings? And why?

Naked guys, clothed women... it's all I do! In wildly different permutations and situations, but that's always right at the centre of everything. Oh, and big breasts too...and cougars...and beaches...and smooth armpits. Why? It's what turns me on.

 

[ElectricBlue]

Cafés. You could follow me around the city if you recognised any of my cafés. Although, if the waitress has moved on, you won't, because its always about the girl behind the counter.

 

[AchtungNight]

I do a lot of parody and cliches with unique spins. I like to lean on the fourth wall if not break it. And all my stories are connected in various ways.

 

[Devinter]

The most commonly occurring thing in my stories are people falling in love. Even when it doesn't really make a lot of sense. Somehow my mind tries to squeeze it in to a stroker that would do just fine without it, for example. I guess I just find it cute.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Sex on outdoor furniture. Chaise lounge chairs, etc.

Lusty older women.

Characters that are professionally established and self sufficient.

Active or retired military characters.

Spit roasting whenever possible.

Cocoa Beach, Florida

Happy endings.

 

[Carnevil9]

College students. Most of my characters are college students. If you think about it, it's just about the easiest way to make a story work. Everyone is over eighteen, there are lots of interesting characters around, everyone is just discovering who they are inside, and pretty much anything goes.

 

[yowser]

I'm all over the map but Cambridge (one or the other) take up more than 10% of my catalogue, and I keep returning...