Monthly Archives: December 2013

A Story for New Years

Over at Literotica, you can find one of my older stories, New Years Surprise. It is actually one of my better rated stories, though it has essentially no plot and little characterization. Why? Well, here is the setup:

My wife Laura and I were planning on a quiet New Years Eve. No parties, just dinner with our best friends Krista and Mark. It turned out to be even quieter than we suspected. Laura came down with flu-like symptoms, and though she gutted it out through dinner, at 10:30pm she took some Nyquil and went to bed. In the meantime, Mark was a mess. He’d just come back from a business trip on the West Coast on the red eye, then foolishly gone off to watch football with some buddies earlier in the day instead of napping, and he drank several glasses of wine during dinner. Shortly after Laura left to go to sleep, Mark sat down on the sofa in the living room, closed his eyes, and passed out cold.

….

“Happy New Year!” I exclaimed.

“Same to you,” she replied. “Too bad we have no one to kiss,” she said with a grin as she nodded in the general direction of our sleeping spouses.

I looked at her and she at me. It was an awkward little moment. She’d said it as a joke, but it hung in the air between us.

“Why not?” I said, leaning in to give her a little peck on the cheek. Unfortunately, she was thinking the same thing, and as we moved towards each other my lips brushed hers. It was oddly electric. Her lips were soft, wet, and very receptive. She must have felt the same way because for a moment, we just examined each other, our faces inches apart. She gave me another quick kiss, which seemed to confirm there was something going on. Now it was my turn to kiss her, each smooch a little longer, sexier. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a lump in my throat.

She grasped me and hugged me close. With her mouth to my ear she whispered, “Oh God, did you feel that?”

“Uh huh,” I grunted.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she replied softly.

But, you know, of course they do.

The appeal is, I think, universal. We all have, or have had, friends, colleagues, acquaintances, with whom we have a purely platonic relationship. Wholesome, appropriate. But then there comes a moment, when the light strikes them just right, when circumstances conspire, when, to use a cliche, the stars align, and there is an instant moment of attraction. And most of the time, heck, virtually all of the time, we note it, are surprised at ourselves, and then let the moment pass. But what if we didn’t?

The story such as it is doesn’t explore any of the consequences. I have other story fragments with these characters, and I may at some point go back to it and write the rest.

What the story does do is hint at one of my obsessions. I won’t spoil it, but Krista is not quite what she initially seems. That is a theme you will find in many of my stories. The women in my stories tend to have interesting secrets, they burn with passions that are barely contained, they are frequently at risk of losing control. I find that notion incredibly sexy, that just beneath the surface, these respectable, tightly controlled women are just ready to explode given right spark.

Anyway, this is not one of my best stories. As I say, I’m not even sure it merits to be called a story given its lack of plot. But it is a sexy scenario and one that captures at least some of my obsessions. Check it out.

A Little Background

I’ve been writing erotica for over twenty years. I have some stories on my hard drive that date from the early 1991 or so. I may have written some pieces before then, but frankly I can’t remember and I don’t think I did.

For almost that entire time, it was just for me. Just a way to play out my various fantasies. There is something about the act of actually writing out a fantasy that makes it richer, livelier for me. Not that I write out all of them, of course. Some are just what they are: a scene, a thought, a passing attraction. But those that seem to have at least a small semblance of story arc were always most interesting to me, and those I was most likely to commit to “paper.”

I has also been reading erotica for even longer, back to the days when I would avidly pore through Penthouse Letters, hoping to find one that would fit my particular interests. It was always hit or miss.

Anyway, the internet is, of course, not just a source for visual porn, but also written porn. Indeed, back in the day I am pretty sure I got more enjoyment from the postings on alt.sex.stories than I did from fighting my way through the process of assembling images and later videos from the alt.binaries newsgroups.

But while I was both producing my own erotica and consuming that of others, I never made a real effort to publish any of it. Part of it was that much of what I wrote at first wasn’t very good. It was badly plotted, with poor, or non-existent, characterizations. A few hot scenes perhaps, but very little that might be called clever or interesting beyond simply a concise description of sex.

Part of it, though, was also that I was, for lack of a better word, ashamed of my hobby. I guess I still am, hence the cloak of anonymity, frail though it might be, behind which I hide. But I’ve also gotten to the point where, in the end, if my identity were exposed, I could live with it.

Ultimately, my decision to publish was that I began to realize that what I was writing was actually pretty good, entertaining at the very least. And I didn’t want it to just disappear one day in a hard drive crash or because of an accident to me. I’ve spent a lot of hours writing stories, and in a weird way, I like the idea of them living on electronically in perpetuity.

So about three years about, in December 2010, I created an account on Literotica.com. I publish there under the name misterstan. I don’t recall why I decided on that name. I think I was writing a story at the time with a character named “Stan,” or something.

The stories up there are a mix of old and new, and some old ones that had lain half-completed for years before I decided to revisit them. They are a mix of good and bad. The older ones tend to be weaker in various ways, in my opinion, although interestingly the user comments don’t always track my own judgments. I’ll talk more about that later when I link and discuss individual stories.

Anyway, Ben Boswell is a new stage in my writing. Thanks to the encouragement of Kenny Wright, a brilliant author who writes in some of the same genres as I do, I have decided to try my hand at some longer-form fiction. I have my first novel/novella coming out shortly, and will promote it when it is closer to publication.

Welcome everyone, and I hope you enjoy this blog and forthcoming works of Ben Boswell.