I ask you to punish me and I’m surprised when you say no because I don’t realize that the punishment has already begun. My typewriter keys are the only noise besides the refrigerator humming behind my head while I sit on the floor, waiting for your text message to light up the dark kitchen. I squirm for a half hour, waiting, and writing these words before you text me back. I want an accurate ledger of my desire. I want this to mean something. Everything. Continue reading “Suitable” »
Up top, bro!
I’ve been super busy with work and one huge project that I’m desperately trying to finish in my other life, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about you, dear reader.
I’m conceptualizing something new that may turn out to be nothing, but hopefully it will be super sweet. Fingers crossed.
I’m still retooling and retooling the Boys Club package (heh heh “package”) that I talked about a few posts ago. I still want to offer it because there are some really great stories in there that I honestly think are anthology quality and nothing would please me more than offering it directly to you lovely bastards. It’s already over 15 pages of filth and counting!
Other than that, things are somewhat quiet in Ben-land. Anybody want to play a game of pinocle?
-B.
Nifty’s Finest
A quick rundown of some of the best stuff I’ve found in the outlaw sea that is Nifty.org. This feature was suggested by Thomas (@alikchialeika) on twitter and I was happy to oblige. This isn’t a comprehensive list by any means and the stories that I put on this list need only amuse or titillate me; literary merit or even grammatical consistency be damned.
The Exile Series by M Patroclus—this fantasy series was one of the first I read on Nifty that convinced me complex narratives with frequent digressions away from pure sex were possible. I haven’t kept up with it as well as I’d like over the years, but the first six or seven chapters were a big influence on me when I started writing erotic fantasy.
Dumb Horny Jock by CJ—I’ve highlighted these stories before, but it bears repeating: this story is all fun, unserious porniness in a delightfully tongue-in-cheek package. This is the kind of series that I sometimes wish I wrote. It’s full of big dicks, raging libidos, low-hanging balls and lower IQs. The author also has a tumblr: here.
Knows Best by Natty Soltesz—I’ll say upfront that this story is incest-themed which understandably squicks some people out. That said, Natty Soltesz revels in intergenerational tropes and uncovers the sexiness in them like few others. He’s a writer in his own caliber. You can also check out some choice selections at his website like Biology Lesson and After Hours.
Something Wicked This Way Cums by Tanda—Silly title? I agree. But don’t pass up the story just yet. It’s the horror-tinged tale of an incubus perverting a young man possessed of a very malleable mind. This was a story I read while still in high school (way back when!) and it’s stayed in the back of my mind since. Your mileage may vary, but I’ve spent many…erm…miles on this one.
So those are my picks for my first Nifty spotlight feature. What are some Nifty stories that you’ve adored? Couldn’t live without? Or, conversely, couldn’t WAIT to stop reading?
-Ben
Having trouble with Fuck That Guy. So it’ll be down until I can sort it everything out. Sorry for the inconvenience, folks.
-B.
Pixel Boyfriend #3: He wouldn’t be crying if he was MY devil.
Ok, ok. So the title of this article sucks, but hopefully since this is a new entry on a feature that’s been on life support for at least a year you’ll forgive me. This entry is all about Dante.
Say hello, Dante:
Aloha from Sexytown.
Demon-killer, wiseass, and “disaffected youth” with a heart of sorta gold, Dante strikes all the right notes for the millennial hero.
DMC: Devil May Cry is the 2013 reboot of Capcom’s frenetic action series. You play as Dante—the smart-mouthed son of an angel and demon—whose mission becomes the eradication of the demon overlords quietly ruling all human existence. The game’s story is palatable, but Dante is more so.
Undershirts as outerwear? You make me forget myself, Dante…
As a game, DMC (I’m not referring to it as DMC: Devil May Cry for the rest of this article, because that title is dumber than a truckload of rocks. Why abbreviate and then flake out on your own abbreviation? DNDC: Don’t know, Don’t care) is perhaps too self-consciously gritty. I love seeing adult narratives in games, but there were several points where I felt the game was trying too hard to be a rated R action film. Good thing this isn’t a game review.
Back inside me…wait, what?
What’s interesting about Dante’s redesign from his earlier incarnation which you can see here, is how intentionally they’ve sexed him up. In a gaming culture that’s been slow to address anything beside the straight, male gamer’s gaze, Dante represents something of a pleasant shift in direction: A male character designed, at least in part, to be unabashedly sexy. Interestingly, DMC and Dante comes from Ninja Theory the same developers who created Enslaved: Odyssey to the West and the standout character Monkey, whom I salivated over in my inaugural Pixel Boyfriend. Both characters are sexualized (crazy tight jeans, pronounced hip bones, bare chests [though only occasionally in Dante's case]) beyond the average big budget studio main character.
As for his personality, well, nobody’s perfect. Still I didn’t mind looking at him throughout my 10+ hour play-through.
He does wear clothes in the game, if I remember correctly.
Copyright & Attribution Stuff. <click me>
Dante, DMC: Devil May Cry, and Devil May Cry are copyright CAPCOM and NINJA THEORY. The gifs and screencaps were grabbed from various internet sources:
The 1st gif is watermarked from here. While the second one came from here. The first screencap is from another tumblr, sadly I don’t remember which. The second is from the Devil May Cry wiki, linked above.
Sometimes you watch a pornographic performance that makes you think, “Fuck! Sex is awesome, isn’t it?”
Hopefully you’ll soon be seeing the fruit of my, er, labor.
-B.
Birthdays and Hand-grenades—wait, what?
The Erotic Ledger turned three yesterday. In blog years that’s like, decades, right? Anyway, thanks again for reading, for stumbling in late like a guilty husband, or showing up faithfully like a beloved family dog. In 2013 this site got around 30,000 hits which was roughly the same as the total for 2012. If nothing else, it proves that…well, I don’t know that it proves anything but I like to think it suggests that you folks find something to like about these ramblings of mine. I appreciate it utterly.
The Ledger’s not a huge site, but it’s mine and every one of you reading this post helps make coming back to it worth doing. Thanks a lot.
-Ben
[SALE] Everything 40% Off at JMS Books Thru Jan 1st!
So Christmas came and went. You got socks again, bummer.
It’s cold outside and snow is hard to jerk off to. Don’t worry, friends, Ben’s got you covered: The Chevalier Mercenary Archives Paperback is $15 (the lowest ever price for the ENTIRE Chevalier series!) Or you can start the series fresh with Chevalier Book 1 starting at $1.79. And don’t forget my story The God’s Spire (also $1.79) which contains even more wank-worthy moments and a tragic romance for the soft-hearts out there.
Feel free to check out my JMS Books Author Page and browse to your heart’s (or crotch’s) content.
Happy Two Days after Christmas, Reprobates!
-Ben
Excuses
“I left my backpack on the bus, I had to track down the route and spent half the morning running after identical buses waving madly at a half-dozen drivers.”
Thwack!
“Ow. Ok, ok. I went for a blood test this morning and forgot to drink anyway water, it took an hour to draw any blood and you know I’m scared of needles. So I fainted. When I woke up, I realized I was late. I rushed over here as fast as I—”
Thwack! Thwack!
Shell, Continued
Read the first part: here.
Troy had to leave eventually. As much as he enjoyed spending time at the lake with me and his newfound friend—whose name Troy decided was Marvin, after the cartoon martian—there was school and responsibility and his mother waiting for him in the city. As appealing as it was to be Troy’s friend, I had to be his father first, so I sent him back to the city and promised that he could visit in the winter on his vacation.
As the weather got colder, the lake became further deserted. I prepared for it alongside Marvin who had become more animated since meeting Troy. It was like a part of him had been completed. A part that I couldn’t have given him by myself. He was quiet and contemplative, but curious and hardworking. The two of us dressed in our cold weather gear and went out to the nearby woods to gather firewood in the early days of winter. There was something a little savage and a little romantic about him, chopping at the thin trees with his axe while wearing my hand-me-downs.
We brought the wood back up to the house in batches. It took all afternoon, but when we were finished, I would pour vanilla-infused vodka into snifters and we made fresh bread and dark bitter greens cut with vinegar and brown sugar. He was a quick study in the kitchen and needed only to be instructed in a thing once before picking it up. We undressed as we worked, I would hang my jacket on a hook in the kitchen, while Marvin always let his fall to the floor. He wore old thermal shirt that had once been white. Sometimes underneath the thin material I could see his skin, the darker areola around his nipples.