Sunday, July 27, 2014
She knows, if the rumors are true, her choice is a death sentence. She'll be transformed into food for The Snack Witch to eat. But, while she does turn into a large hard candy, and the witch does come, she's surprised by her reaction. Her empathy.
And soon, she discovers a side to the witch she never thought existed.
But, very soon, the witch senses something else. Someone out there is changing for her. Someone close. And, when she realizes it, she decides to bring the candy-girl with her.
What will they find? Will our hero be eaten? Find out in "The Snack Witch 4: Hard Candy," coming Saturday, August 16 to eBook retailers everywhere!
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
It occurred to me earlier today that some may think The Snack Witch is my commentary on masturbation being somehow "bad" or "immoral" (it's not, by the way!) After all, those who do in my stories get turned into food and are devoured in erotic, yet torturous ways. It's a stretch, I know - I have no illusions of what erotic fiction's true purpose is - but it got me thinking about masturbation in general.
I remember the urge came completely out of nowhere. When I was in middle school, I took a shower one night and I didn't want to get dressed again. I wanted to stay naked for longer. I wandered around my bedroom for a while with the lights turned down so my neighbors couldn't see. I stretched, I posed, and I even remember dancing a little. It was fun, and in a way, I felt even younger, more carefree.
Then, when I got inside my bed, I realized just how sensitive my body was. Just laying there was turning me on. Letting the sheets rub against me felt even better. I had no idea I was in heat, that I needed a release. So I started touching myself everywhere. My nipples. My butt. And, very quickly, my pussy. I couldn't stop. I felt possessed. I was scared, but at the same time, something told me everything was going to be okay. I lay on my stomach so my nipples rubbed the sheets as I fingered myself.
And then I came. It was bliss.
It was addicting. For a couple weeks, I started going to bed earlier, just so I could do it over and over again. I sneaked my sheets into the washing machine so my family wouldn't find out. It felt secret and rebellious at the time, but looking back on it, I'm sure they knew.
The greatest thing about becoming a sexual being is that it's not something you have to buy or a test you have to pass. When it's time, it comes to you, finds you, and changes you. I know that everybody's sexual awakening is different. For some, it was a moment they would rather not have happened at all, and most tragically, for others, it was a moment that was stolen from them.
Your first masturbation is an important moment. A moment, I feel, that is even more essential to who we are than the day we lose our virginity. Because only when we please our own bodies can we learn to please others.
How did you discover your sexual side? If you'd like to share, I'd love to hear. My e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org and my Twitter is @SWMerotica.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Currently, I have two different stories in the works. One of them is a fourth "Snack Witch" story which, as of this writing, involves another impulsive youth who finds out what it's like to be the witch's accomplice on the witch's yearly mission.
I'm trying really hard not to get too bogged-down on providing a detailed back-story for The Snack Witch, but I admit, I do enjoy sprinkling in little hints here and there. Her origin story was a blast to write. I like to make her as realistic, yet mysterious, as I can, which is a challenging balance.
The other story, which is a little further along, is a one-off which also involves people transforming into food. I distinguish this from the "Snack Witch" tales as I want to sharpen my skills at making the change itself sexy without having our favorite green mistress arrive to feast on the result. Both phases are equally erotic to me, so I want to make sure I'm getting the most out of each for your enjoyment.
I hope to have both stories done some time this summer, so stay tuned here an on Twitter @SWMerotica for updates.
I've also been doing some thinking about what inspires my stories. I never really viewed myself as a vore fetishist until recently. I've loved food longer than I've loved sex, but I think it's something more than that.
I've concluded that with all the sucking, licking, and biting involved, I view sex as an experience similar to eating. We don't just encounter each other like we do with our clothes on - we devour each other. By using sex as a catalyst to transform people into food, I want to capture the hunger of erotica, the yearning of tasting and being tasted, like someone anxious to bite into a delicious treat. In a sense, when we make love, we're all The Snack Witch. We satisfy our cravings by devouring each other.