Violet's Cuntcraft

Thought it was high time I make one of these to list all my smutty stories in one place, starting from the beginning.

Emma's Awakening

That's the first story I wrote and published. I'd never really written before outside of a work-context, and thought writing was something I'd always hate, but never underestimate a deprived and depraved mind on an involuntary work hiatus brought on by the covid pandemic.

Inspired by horny fever dreams and caffeine overdoses, it's stuffed with tentacles, aliens, and a cat. It's kind of cute outside of the merciless ravishment and obscene amounts of body fluids. If I could do it again, I'd try and sneak it into Love Stories or another highly inappropriate category and retitle it to something clickbaity like 'Aliens and Anal' or 'Emma's Alien-Fucking Adventures in Deep Space', but what's done is done. 😉

I didn't know anything about Lush when I joined or even much about erotica when I wrote it, so I expected it to get lost in the sea of other stories by much more seasoned writers, but since I entered it into a competition, it ended up getting more attention that I'd bargained for.

After a lengthy delay, here is the second story I published: Violet Gathers Research Material
To sum it up, I created a Lush account, got inundated with a lot of hot smut, and then transferred that to my real life and had mind-blowing sex in the shower. Then I realized I had no idea how to make that into a story, so I wrote a story about writing a story and my frustration with being unable to write a story. And my partner who doesn't give a shit about pronouns but has been with me every step of the way. 😉

I was still dipping my toe in the water with this one and held back the filthy flood gates that would release their massive loads not too long after this. 😳

Violet Goes to the Movies is the next one I wrote and filthier than I could have imagined. Hell, what am I saying; I wrote it. I take full responsibility for the depravity spewed on the page. 😉

Based on something that really happened in the beginnings of my real life relationship, it was rather therapeutic to write. We really did go on a date to the movies, and I felt conflicted between my desire to initiate that date and discovering how turned on the humiliation made me. I wasn't ready to confront that part of myself when it happened many years ago. This story was a major step in accepting that it did, and that I secretly wanted more.

I find it interesting that all my first stories are written in 3rd person. A part of that was a conscious decision to add more distance between myself and the page because I think I knew that once I confronted all these facets of myself, there'd be no going back.

Part one is true, but part two is where I wanted to reimagine what would have happened had I been able to shed the shame which made it rather, erm, explosive. It's a big hot, filthy, steaming pile of body fluid and a love story, including tags such as cumplay and crying. Hope you all enjoy it. ❤

Links here:
Part 1
Part 2

Between the longer pieces, I wrote a (less than) 100 word prose poem that wouldn't leave my mind for weeks. Mostly because it's 100% true and I felt a little guilty for my past crimes of denial, but I can't deny that it brought a curl to my lips to write it.

From Behind the Screen

A pure, unadulterated masturbatory fantasy from Violet's depraved sewer of a mind."

That's the Author's Note that opens 'On Edge' and that's all you need to know. It's the first story I wrote that got awarded a Recommended Read and was inspired, to say the least, by horny lust, and a trip to the grocery store, and cumming hard, then not being allowed to cum. I think I almost broke by the end of it. But I did get that orgasm.

For those that don't know, edging is when you or someone else (or people out to torture you) deny you your orgasm and keep you in a state of arousal. Speaking from experience, this is something best slow-brewed. Going from general want, to need, to desperation, and finally the holy grail of downright frustration. The last time I did this, it felt like a drug trip and by the end I felt like a bomb about to detonate and I was both terrified what would happen if I didn't cum (I actually thought I might die or pop like a water balloon), and what would happen when I finally did.

Thankfully there was an explosion that reset me to zero, and knowing me, I'll probably do it again. Those who know my sins, know my sins. I sort of go mentally off the rails of the depravity train. Anyways, that's this story, and I won't take responsibility for anything you might do while edged, because I would do anything.

After that, Valentines came and I came out with a love poem for a poetry competition on here. It's short and fun and still manages to be horny. Spoiler alert: It's about tentacles.

Ode to Tentacles

One of my favorites and deeply personal one is my Satanic take on heavy periods from hell, Blood Rite. It's an epic journey following teenage virgin, Melissa, and things get bloody demonic. 😈 Part of writing this was to work through shame and try and reclaim that part of myself. I wanted to give Melissa a way to come into herself in a way that I wasn't able to at her age.

Menstrual blood is still very stigmatized but is actually more diluted than the blood from a cut on your finger. It's not inherently dirty in terms of sanitation. And there isn't enough research into why some people get horrible dysmenorrhea (pain), PMS symptoms like bloating or mood swings and even less on how to fix them. Some are just not discussed enough like iron deficiency (which is horrible for your health over time) and constipation and what comes with that. No one deserves to suffer, and I still get angry at how some of my symptoms that I thought were normal or caused by other things were actually a part of my cycle, and that a few of those actually had preventative treatment that I had no idea about until fairly recently.

In pornography and on television, it's very censored - more so now that new regulations for visual porn from MasterCard (which pretty much apply to all vendors accepting credit card payments and PayPal) have banned blood with no exception for non-violent Auntie Flo. On television, menstrual product commercials only showed a clinical blue liquid until fairly recently, and even then, it's an uphill battle.

For more about that, check out my post in the Lush crowdsourcing forum to a question (paraphrased): Why is bloody period porn so hard to find?

Also, hope you read my story if you haven't already. It got awarded a Recommended Read, too. And it's one you can enjoy regardless of your preference on period sex.