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Dirty stories by Jack Stratton

Author: Jack Stratton (page 5 of 11)

The View from the Bottom

I can’t stop thinking. Over and over I am telling myself to let go. I’m telling myself to submit, but I really have no idea what that means in this context. I tell myself to relax while every fiber of my being tightens and closes up. Some instinct in me is forcing me to protect my center.

I’m tied to a chair, my wrists bound behind me with thin hemp rope and she is hovering above me; interrogator, torturer, top, woman, beauty. Those eyes are unwavering. I wouldn’t say they are cold, but they are certainly unnervingly calm and predatory. Those are the eyes that made me want to do this. Those eyes are studying me, figuring me out. Figuring out how to take me apart.

Her nails rake my chest, then a hand in my hair pulling my head back, then a solid punch to my chest. My jaw clenches and I ready myself for this. I can take anything she can give me. I am a rock and I am unbreakable. She is this immense dangerous force, this powerful, intelligent woman, but I can take anything. I want to take it from her. I want to show her how tough I am.
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Theses


Title image by julio.garciah. CC BY-NC 2.0

We saw movies. That’s what we did. We saw movies and went to museums.

I met Elise when she briefly worked in my office. She was one of those girls who grew up rich, but Upper West Side rich, not Upper East Side rich. The difference was super-preppy private schools versus super-intellectual immersive savant schools. She went to the latter and left with a rich inner life and a love of art and music and books that most people had never heard of. That, and the inability to really connect with most anyone.

There were the phobias; elevators, undercooked meat, docks, public speaking, crowded spaces, dark alleys, Antarctica, gum. Her worst fear was that she would swallow a piece of chewing gum. She told me she thought about it constantly, though it didn’t stop her from constantly chewing the most sugary, garish pink stuff she could find.

Then there was the OCD and the ADD and the cocktail of pharmacology. She was not trapped within the rigors of counting things and washing hands, but there were little things, more than quirks but less than crippling. There were also the daddy issues because he was like God to her, and the mommy issues because her mother told her she was fat when she was 12. There was a lot going on in this girl’s head.
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My Sideshow Series Talk – How I Found my Inner Butch

Sideshow: The Queer Literary Carnival is serious literature for ridiculous times, curated and hosted by Cheryl B. & Sinclair Sexsmith.

Every month on the second Tuesday at The Phoenix, 447 East 13th Street @ Avenue A, in the East Village of New York City. Doors open at 7:30pm, reading promptly at 8pm. FREE! But we will pass the hat for donations to the performers.

Here is the text from my reading on 6/8/2010

How I Found my Inner Butch

Hi, my name is Jack and I write about sex on the internet. We are a rare breed.

I was a little taken aback when Sinclair asked me to speak at Sideshow. I was also honored and scared and impressed with him. You see I’m not particularly queer in the way I feel a lot of people use the term, though I’m certainly not straight, or hetero-normative or what ever the opposite of queer is.

Queer is, at this room demonstrates, very much a spectrum.
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The Callipygian Sublimation


Title image by itsholly. CC BY-NC 2.0

She is a candy stranger. Perfect in the way someone you don’t know at all can be perfect. Her small breasts and her large hips and soft swell of an ass that seems nearly impossible on her tiny frame. Her thin waist and her wild hair. That exoticness that is so difficult for people to get right.

She is new to this, but she’ll do just fine. In fact, it’s hard to find regulars with an attitude so perfect for these games. Right for me, that is. Everyone wants something different from places like this. The Venn Diagrams of our emotional, physical and sexual wants. Cross-indexed by our needs.
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How Jack Bottoms

In exploring BDSM in a variety of ways I found my base power position (top) relatively quickly. I like to be the one doing things, hitting, fucking, tying, commanding, humiliating, etc. The complexities of topping versus service topping and other mixed dynamics certainly came up later, but have never really concerned me. I feel like I am naturally toppy, especially in many of the relationships I have been in so far, but that’s not all I am. I contain multitudes and stuff, you know the deal.
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The Secret I Couldn’t Keep


Title image by Face It. CC BY-NC 2.0

The thing was, she was young. Very young. Certainly legal, but still, I really should have been ashamed of myself. I was a thirty-two year old man! It started out so simply though. She sent me a picture because I wrote something silly like, if a picture is worth a thousand words than a thousand words must be worth a picture.
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KinkForAll Providence, RI

KinkForAll is an ad-hoc educational unconference about the convergence of sexuality with the rest of life for anyone and everyone. It is 100% free and open to the public. Anyone with the desire to learn or with something to contribute is welcome and invited to participate.
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Jack in the Media!

Just a few reminders of a couple of things I’ve done lately that you can see/hear/read/download:

I was on Kink on Tap this Sunday, along with MayMay, Helio Girl and Molly Ren. It’s available in podcast form for you enjoyment.

A couple of months ago I gave a presentation, that turned into two presentations, at KinkForAll DC. My first presentation was on Why Writing about Sex is Important and the other was entitles Slash: SUBTEXT = BUTT SEX.

I was Fleshbotted for the sixth time!

I was listed on the Manhattan Times Neighborhood Blogwatch! It’s kind of awesome that my vanilla neighborhood newspaper spotlighted kinky old me.

And stories are almost done! Actual real stories, just like the ones I used to post. Amazing.

Co-Hypno-Topping

or Jack and Wendy Will Beat Your Ass You Until You Come

Trilby is a hypno-fetishist. Hypnosis has always been something I have been both interested in and conflicted about. I’m a skeptic. This isn’t just a statement about my not taking capital “T” Truths at face value, it is actually a philosophical and a political stance that greatly effects how I look at the world.

The things I’ve read about hypnosis were often inconclusive, ambivalent or simply too vague to verify.

I met Trilby a while ago and I was fascinated from our first conversation about hypnosis and specifically erotic hypnosis. The idea of controlling someone, specifically their sexual reactions, has always been one of my biggest kinks. Not to mention the fact that Trilby was bright, cute and hysterically funny.
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Tags

I was listening to the Masocast (which I recommend highly), and Axe was interviewing Troy Orleans. I met Troy once and she beat me viciously in the most painful way possible–at Scrabble.

Troy mentioned something on the podcast called a tag party and it got me thinking. I looked for more information on them online and didn’t find anything. (If anyone knows of resources or writeups about tag parties please comment or email)

The idea of a tag party, as I understand it from Troy Orleans’s description, is a party in which everyone who attends is willing to play. Each partygoer wears a tag in which they write three acts that they are willing to participate in and the role they wish to play in said act. i.e. Spanking/Top, Rope Bondage/Top, Flogging/Bottom.
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Post Script – Harry Potter Fan Fic

Oh and just to destroy all respect anyone had for me, I give you… Harry Potter porn. Keep reading and you will see the slash.

Title: Bad Timing
Summary: Draco finds a diversion during summer vacation, but he is caught in a rather compromising position.
Pairings: Draco/Ginny, Draco/Ginny/Pansy, and Draco/Crabbe/Goyle
Rating: NC17 (Very graphic bits of sex)
Warning: Sex between 5th and 6th years! A not very hard to figure out twist ending!
Words: 1540

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Slash!

I am writing up the notes from my two presentations at KinkForAll DC and while writing them I was looking around my hard drive and found some old fan fiction I wrote. I haven’t written any in a while and most of the old stuff I wrote was in a live journal that has since been thoroughly deleted.

Still, just to show that I am not talking completely from left field, here is a Buffy The Vampire Slayer story I wrote long long ago. It is Fem Slash, not pure Slash, but I will look around and see if I can find one of those somewhere, just to show that yes, Jack has written about boys fucking.

PS: This is horrible.

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Thoughts on Co-Topping vs Stewardship

Last night at TES some interesting ideas were brought up. Laine‘s talk was really about Service Archetypes in a very structures MS type relationship. That’s not the kind of dynamic I’m into, but one of the archetypes she spoke about was the “steward” or “majordomo” i.e. A servant who rules over the other servants when the master commands and perhaps when the master isn’t there.

This struck a chord with me because although I can’t really see myself in a service role, I often think the ideal for me (at least in a scene with group larger than three) would be sort of an assistant or second in command to a more experienced top.

Also the line between co-topping and actually bottoming to the lead top turns me on for some reason.

I can imagine being the lab assistant to a mad scientist. A person doing unspeakable things and I am unflappably watching and handing them implements (while impeccably dressed.)

Perhaps the snappily dressed valet to devilish rogue. Like Azolan, Valmont’s manservant in Les Liaisons Dangereuses.

I will keep my eyes open for a co-topping class. I heard Lolita and Boymeat gave one and that sounds like it was awesome.

Maybe I will even talk to some people I know about playing this out. We will see.

Hi, I'm Jack

Hi, I’m Jack and I’m a well dressed butch.

Wait, what?

Hi, I’m Jack and lately I have become significantly more fabulous.

Hi, I’m Jack and I am an aspiring dandy, but I’m still all man.

Hi, I’m Jack and just because I’m relatively straight and cismale doesn’t mean I’m not queer.

Hi, I’m Jack and I have a lot of heroes. Some of my heroes are new people in my life, like Sinclair and Sara Eileen and Lolita Wolf and Viviane and Maymay. Others have always been around, like Anaïs Nin and Oscar Wilde and Henry Miller and AS Byatt and William Gibson and Cory Doctorow and David Foster Wallace and Don DeLillo and Mary Gaitskill and AM Homes.

Hi, I’m Jack and I don’t like one thing best. I have lots of fetishes and lots of kinks and I like girls a whole lot and I love that they come in all kinds of shapes and sizes.

Hi, I’m Jack and I do bottom, but only on very specific ways.

Hi, I’m Jack and I have mastered the French mother sauces and making girls squirt.

Hi, I’m Jack and pretty boys are intriguing and so are butch girls.

Hi, I’m Jack and I know more about slash than you or your girlfriend. I’ve read more erotica than most people have read non-erotica.

Hi, I’m Jack and I am finding my way and I like where I am going and I am meeting people who are awesome and who make me more awesome for knowing them.

Hi, I’m Jack and I know this is getting old.

Hi, I’m Jack and I see all these scales and spectrums of gender and power and sexuality and I see so many people I love living on all parts of these scales and I am enjoying finding interesting spots on the rainbow.

Hi, I’m Jack and just because I’m a boy and a top doesn’t mean I’m not complex. I contain just as many multitudes as you. Probably more because I’m big boned.

Hi, I’m Jack and I am in love and on an adventure. She’s in love and she’s on an adventure, too. It is fun and it is scary and it is easy to get hurt, but we are trying and we are talking and we are having fun.

Hi, I’m Jack and I write dirty.

Blogging

Well, it’s been a busy couple of months. Work has been crazy. I moved from the Upper Upper East Side to the Upper Upper Upper West Side, which is frankly fodder for a million posts. The cultural differences between the east and west side of Manhattan are staggering. I got sick, like hospital sick, which is a rarity for me since I don’t get sick. I had a couple of life changing things happen. So on and so forth.

So I sit at the computer again, all my lofty goals training off as I realize I don’t have the time of emotional energy to give writing my all right now. I have a job that takes up a lot of time and a lot of creative juices. I have a wonderful sweet girlfriend. I have lots of people I want to hang out with and have amazing conversations with until four in the morning. I have things I want to learn and things I want to teach.

Also I need to become a better writer. I need to be able to accept criticism and editing. I may have to go back to school. I’m not sure.

So these stories collect in my computer. They are separated into the fun stories I enjoy writing about sexy things and dirty things and then there are the stories that are serious and writing them is a chore and it stirs up all kinds of emotions and leaves me drained. So I think I will post some of the fun ones and keep working on the other ones. I’m starting to see the schedule of all this silliness. I’m seeing what I would like to accomplish and what I know I need to work on.

That being said, I like blogging. I should do more of it.

But don’t you hate the “I’m sorry I don’t update this thing!” blog post?

I have a real post in the works. Stay tuned, kids.

Also you will notice that I moved all my blog type posts to this sub domain and I have only fiction on the main page. I am still redesigning and fiddling with things, but the rss feed will contain both writing and blogging.

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