Photo by Jack Stratton - blog.writingdirty.com

Thus this photo shoot comes to an end. I’m looking for new models in the NYC area. It has been an interesting journey both learning and remembering the technical side of photography, as well as finding my eye again. I enjoy it and it certainly informs and inspires my writing.

If you are interested in sitting for me, email or ask.

Photo by Jack Stratton - blog.writingdirty.com

Thus this photo shoot comes to an end. I’m looking for new models in the NYC area. It has been an interesting journey both learning and remembering the technical side of photography, as well as finding my eye again. I enjoy it and it certainly informs and inspires my writing.

If you are interested in sitting for me, email or ask.

Photo by Jack Stratton - blog.writingdirty.com

We agreed that there was a difference between me hitting her on the ass and a real spanking.

"What does it mean? I can’t fight back if it’s a real spanking?"

I laughed.

"You can fight back, certainly, I guess it is more about intention. When I just hit you my intent is to hurt you, control you, to wake up your body, maybe to push you to action."

She considered that.

"Well what is a spanking then?"

I stood up and walked over to her, eying her carefully.

"Spanking can be a lot of things, but the intent is more than just physical or sadistic. Spanking is a symbol of emotional closeness tied to power distance. I am spanking you because I know better than you or at least we are pretending that is true. You may be being punished or taught a lesson or cared for or just played with, but I have been given the power to do all of those things."

She turned and leaned against the closet door, arching her back and sticking her ass out.

"Right, so when you spank me you have the power. I’m not a little girl who can make you do anything I want, including spank me."

Damn.

Photo by Jack Stratton - blog.writingdirty.com

We agreed that there was a difference between me hitting her on the ass and a real spanking.

"What does it mean? I can’t fight back if it’s a real spanking?"

I laughed.

"You can fight back, certainly, I guess it is more about intention. When I just hit you my intent is to hurt you, control you, to wake up your body, maybe to push you to action."

She considered that.

"Well what is a spanking then?"

I stood up and walked over to her, eying her carefully.

"Spanking can be a lot of things, but the intent is more than just physical or sadistic. Spanking is a symbol of emotional closeness tied to power distance. I am spanking you because I know better than you or at least we are pretending that is true. You may be being punished or taught a lesson or cared for or just played with, but I have been given the power to do all of those things."

She turned and leaned against the closet door, arching her back and sticking her ass out.

"Right, so when you spank me you have the power. I’m not a little girl who can make you do anything I want, including spank me."

Damn.

Renting a Girl from the Mall

Well, Amazon has accepted my re-edited version of the novella that has sold the most for me. It’s about a guy who pays a college girl to fuck him and call him daddy. Apparently I just can’t mention the daddy part, or call a nineteen year old a teenager.

Thus, I give you: Renting a Girl from the Mall.

Mark is a bit obsessed. He keeps running into a cute, if a bit bratty, college girl named Megan in the mall. She certainly wants nothing to do with the thirty-something Mark, but when she gets into some financial trouble she finds herself in his car listening to his very interesting offer.

What is she willing to do for $1000? Can she play her part in his kinky role play scenario? Will she be seduced into being his rent-a-girl?

Part two is going up in a bit. Let us see how long they stay up.

Characters

Sometimes characters come to you fully formed from nowhere. Sometimes some little thing someone says or does becomes the seed of a character. Sometimes a character is a Frankenstein monster of ex-girlfriends, shop clerks, and a waitress who remembered how you take your coffee. Sometimes though, just sometimes, a character is your alter ego. Sometimes it is a “what if” that lets you be better or worse or wilder or more perverse or stronger or more vulnerable than you are.

That’s where I am today.

That’s where I got Lola.