Introducing: Stormy Foxx

Hey there, friends!

I wanted to take a minute to give you a few updates.  Firstly, I have published a second story under the pen name Stormy Foxx, which you can find on Amazon – Taken By the Executives.  Involves group sex in an office setting, if that’s your thing.

Read for free with Kindle Unlimited, otherwise, it’s only 99 cents to download.

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Secondly, I have decided to start a new website/blog, StormyFoxx.com  where I can market my books, write more stories, and blog about any kink or sex related topic that crosses my mind.

I am not certain whether I will continue to write here or not, though I will be around to read other people’s posts as I do enjoy them very much!

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Seeing stars

Oh goodness… I have so much to write and in this case, I could go on forever but I shall try to condense it a little and also not get too braggy.  But, hey, I can’t help it.  I’m excited!

A few months ago, I re-activated my Collarspace profile and after the same few months of one disappointment after another I felt like giving up.  I was not about to settle for anything less than perfection this time (and let’s face it, finding a gem on CS is rare).  It occurred to me that perhaps my perfect Dom did not exist.  But, then I got a message from B and now here I am… excited, optimistic, starry-eyed, head over heels, weak-knees and all.  So far he has been nothing less than perfect and I cannot get enough.

I have never met a Dom that I have had so much in common with, kinky and vanilla.  I could talk to him forever (we routinely have hours long phone conversations, like five hours long!) and I never want to fall asleep at night.  He pushes me out of my comfort zone (stick around for a story about my first experiences with a vibrator another day) but never pushes past what I can handle.

Of course, there is still a bit of nervousness and apprehension.  There is some distance involved, but I have no doubt that it will work itself out as we progress.  Not to mention, these feelings came up awfully quickly.  But, I am a huge believer in, when you know… you know.  My intuition has never steered me wrong (except when I fail to listen to it) and I am trusting my gut in this situation.  I have given B my submission because I believe he truly deserves it, there is no question.

There is now a part of me that wants to delete all my old posts on this blog regarding past hurt and bad experiences – just because all I care about right now is my future with B.  I do not want negativity in this blog.  I want real and honest (because I know no relationship is rainbows and unicorns 100% of the time), but it needs to be in the here and now.  The weight of the past has finally been lifted from my shoulders and I never want to open that door again.

I’m alive!

It’s been awhile!  I’m still alive!  Life just got a hold of me.  I want to start writing again though.. and talking about a few projects I’m working on.

Anddd… I met someone.  I’ll be referring to him as B and you will absolutely be hearing about him as soon as I get a chance to really sit down and focus on writing.

Also… my first experience with a vibrator.  I’ll talk about that too! Yup, I’m 28 and had actually never used a vibrator before until last night!  I figured my hands always did the job, so why spend any money… oh my goodness I was missing out.

Anyway… stay tuned!

Reality vs Fantasy

So last week I posted a little snip of something I was working on (see: Hunted) and promptly developed writer’s block.  Go fucking figure.

I also realized I was thinking way too hard to write erotica.  I got a few books from Amazon that contained tips on writing erotica (and they came with kinky thesauruses!). I forgot one major thing, I want to write erotica and not a literary masterpiece. It’s basically brain candy… kinky brain candy.  I’m not going to put out a steaming pile of poop, but I’m also not going to break my brain trying to write it.

I got stuck on the ‘reality’ part.  Then I realized, it doesn’t matter if my character fucks her boss or her professor or a police officer for some sort of personal gain.  IT’S EROTICA. It doesn’t matter that these things might be frowned upon in real life, because it’s a fantasy!  Maybe some of us have super realistic fantasies, but I know mine are not and I am probably not alone.

When I was still living in a different city, there was this gorgeous police officer named Thor.  Yes, that was actually his name.  I won’t pretend I didn’t dream about him spanking me for speeding… and then fucking me in the back of his squad car.  Realistic? Hell no.  Did it turn me on?  YES.

Heavy metal & kinky workouts

This is going to be more of a personal post, I think.  I even added a soundtrack for you at the bottom!  Heavy metal Stella is out in full force.  I am certain my neighbors love me as I scream let the bodies hit the floor at the top of my lungs.  They either love me or they are in the process of calling the police.  One of those things.

Sometimes it feels good though, you know?  Letting go…

I didn’t really have a good weekend.  A lot of anxiety and I really wasn’t a very good girl, so I am sure whatever is coming for the rules I broke will be… fun.  Lot’s of sarcasm in that.  Sometimes I get a little desperate for attention and forget to use my brain.  Not an excuse.

I haven’t talked about this a lot, but for the past four weeks (almost five now!!) I have been on a pretty big fitness kick.  I got Beachbody on Demand and have been absolutely loving it.  Don’t worry, I am NOT a Beachbody coach and have no intentions of becoming one so I will not be annoying you all with constant promotion.  BUT, I’m getting muscles! It’s exciting.

99% percent of the reasons for my fitness kick have to do with my health, but the other 1% are much more fun.  😉  Perhaps I have some fantasies about being tied up in all sorts of positions that would be impossible without being physically fit.  I also very much enjoy testing my body, whether it be through physical stamina or pain limits.

So, yeah, when I workout I think about being tied up.  It helps, try it!  Kink makes everything better, even exercise.  Someone needs to start a kinky workout program, if there isn’t one already.  I’m not really sure what that would entail?  It still needs to happen. 😉

Stella writes erotica?

So, the idea of writing erotica has been on my mind.  This is not a recent thing, it has been on my mind for weeks and weeks and weeks.  I enjoy reading erotica from time to time, but the issue is that I do not want to read just porn (don’t get me wrong, that’s fun sometimes too!).  I want a real plot and characters that actually develop throughout a long with plenty of sex and kink and erotic amazingness. Maybe there is a better term for this than erotica?  I don’t know.

I want to write about the things that lurk in the very darkest corners of my mind and even the things that cross deep into my hard limits and beyond what I would even consider to be on my radar.  I mean, I already have the Stella alias, so why not?  I know there is a market out there.  Sex sells, no question about it.

There are a few things holding me back.  For example, I feel that writing is a very vulnerable thing, even when it is purely fiction.  But then again, this blog is also very vulnerable.  I am going to continue to mull it over in my mind for the next few days and see if I can come up with anything.

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My thoughts on titles/labels

Today’s writing prompt (from Loving BDSM) is about titles and labels.  You can find previous answers to these writing prompts here.

“Beyond the basic title of Dominant or submissive, are there other titles you prefer or are interested in exploring?  Are there any that turn you off or don’t seem like a good fit for you?

Some titles for Dominants may be Master, Sir, Daddy, Mistress, Lady, etc. Titles for submissives can be pet, babygirl, little one, boy, girl, etc.

To be completely honest, I have never EVER cared for nicknames or any type of title/label other than my own name.  Stella is an alias that I use for this specific blog, otherwise I prefer when people use my actual name.  That said, it’s a little different when it comes to my little D/s world.

Sir calls me a few different things: my love or my slave, for example.  Outside of this blog, I actually refer to him as Master.  Sometimes it gets a little more toward the degradation side of things with titles such as ‘slut’ or ‘fuckhole.’  I enjoy that in moderation.  I have a nasty little habit of internalizing things like that – heavy degradation or humiliation is damaging to me.

There are names that turn me off.  I hate the word ‘cunt’ when specifically directed at a person no matter the context.  HATE it. Being referred to as an animal, specifically a farm animal would also be an absolute no-no.  That would actually probably make me cry. LOL.  Kitten is probably the only acceptable animal, because kittens are fuzzy and warm and cute unlike other animals that are fat and stinky and make gross grunting noises.

And, on that note, I am ending this post. 😉  If you have thoughts, let me know in the comments!  Keep an eye out for Sir’s response to this same prompt!