Mostly my desires, things I want to do or things I just find sexy.
I am going to go on a bit of a tangent here so be warned.
Great question and this is one I've struggled with for a very long time as what I would write about and have always wanted to write about was my real life experience as a male exotic dancer in New Orleans. Oh hell yeah I was and I was a darned good dancer as well! I was with a troupe for a couple of years before I got hired to dance fulltime at a Club in the Quarter but working at this Club came with a rather big twist!
At this Club they put the boys and the girls up on a stage together then have them seductively strip each other down to G-strings and dance so provocatively the tourists used to drop their beer glasses on the floor! Freaking wild dude!
This was all back in the mid-80s and any of us that were around then know that live erotic entertainment was VERY different that what it is today but even more so the philosophies about what constituted beautiful live erotic entertainment were very different. For example, in present day show me where in the United States a person can see a male and female exotic dancer, perform together on stage? You can't and you won't! Such shows don't exist anymore as the Gods of Erotic Entertainment have suddenly decreed that if one were to look up the terms 'Striptease Duet' or 'Live Erotic Show' I can guarantee you'll see either a lesbian or gay dance act!
Years later I got back into stripping and would dance at a really nice place on Saturday nights. This joint had a separate section for the ladies in the back of the Club. The female exotic dancers would venture back to watch us though they were prohibited from doing so by the Manager. I got to know a couple of the girls really well and when I told them about the shows I did in NOLA they got super excited about it and wanted to put together such shows at that place. Girls actually wanting to be partnered by ruggedly handsome, chiseled males? HUH? Are you kidding? Its prohibited in Ohio for a male and female exotic dancer to even be in the same vicinity as one another!
Having pointed this out, I don't think anyone under the age of 35 could relate to the type of eroticism we catered to nor would they want to read about such stuff. Its just too far out for them! Who knows though? I'll keep trying to get something on print and see. You never know unless you try right?
Holy smokes! We did some really erotic dance performances back then.
Some of my stories are true accounts and some are an elaboration on actual events whilst some are inspiration from our fantasies.
My first two stories were autobiographies to a large extent. The first was about the loss of my anal virginity. The sex part of that story is pretty accurate. The part of the story leading up to the actual sex isn't complete. My journey was very complicated. Essentially my lover acted out in role play a lot of things that had made me what I am sexually. The second is about the loss of my vaginal virginity which is pretty accurate from beginning to end.
Regrets, what should have been times, and fantasies
Emotions play a big part in what I write, for many reasons
Should have picked the name Abathur because that's pretty much my creative process; I start with a simple sentence or thought and I spin on it from that. Every potential story is pretty much like one of his experiments; I spin a strain and see how it evolves. Sometimes it's good and I start writing, but most of the times it's bad and gets sent back to the pool where it gets dissolved for the essence.
It also helps a lot that the characters are to a certain degree based on people I know. It could be the majority of their person, like how they talk, what kind of kinks they may have and so forth, or it could be like my last one; She's Swedish. Then the thought comes that let's just make her a horny drunkard. What's typically Swedish? The whole green pole for midsummer's Eve etc. So like Abathur I spin the strains and stories evolve.
Usually all I have to do is look at a girl's photo and it will suggest a story. I guess I have an active imagination, too.
I go with "what if?", like what would happen if my friend made a move? what if I took that girl home? etc
I take people I know or have seen and make it into a sexy story.
My stories tend to be born while washing the dishes. Or during long drives. Anything mundane that allows my mind to freewheel gets the ideas to germinate. Scenarios pop in my head. "What ifs" like MallardFiona says. I jot them down when I can and then elaborate on them.
Please browse my digital bookshelf. In this collection, you can find 116 full stories, 10 micro-stories, and 2 poems with the following features:
* 29 Editor's Picks, 75 Recommended Reads.
* 15 competition podium places, 11 other times in the top ten.
* 21 collaborations.
* A whole heap of often filthy, tense, hot sex.
My issue is stealing from myself. I'll start writing and realize I've done that scene before or I'll read an older piece and realize that I basically redid a scene from it in a newer one. There's usually enough difference that I won't pull one of the stories down or anything but it kind of makes me wonder if I've just got a limited erotic vocabulary and I'm starting to run out of new fantasies.
Usually it'll come out of my head but I occasionally can get inspired by adverts for tv washing powder.
All of the stories I’ve written are based on experiences my wife has had and told me about.
I like a mixture of my wild imagination and true events
Some of my stories are based on my life, and a number have very specific recountings of actual events, but most are from that horny little bastard that lives under a bridge behind my prostate.
Its a mix
Random stuff i see
Music
Movies ( primarily horror )
People who reach into my mind and inspire
Sadness
Anger
Random thoughts
The narrator that lives inside my head
Longing
desire
Lust
My adventures
Still mostly the same adding a few though
Dreams
Weird/funny things that happened in the small town I grew up in
Long car rides
Dreams
Chat friends
Dreams about chat friends
Snippets of conversation I overhear.
Mostly my dirty imagination - usually from when I'm in the shower with a detachable showerhead or when I'm day-dreaming. Some are influenced (not stolen, I swear) by other books and stories I've read. Some if it is from experiences I've had or want to have.
And on a rare occasion, I'm asked to write something specific (although most of those are only half-written because I either lose touch with the person before I've finished or I get bored because it's not my chosen genre and then the inspiration is gone).
"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.”
― Carl Sagan