I guess I need to step a bit shorter, next month/s with the writing prompts that I participate in.

I find myself stressed with online stuff lately and have a constant feeling of my time being not focused where it should be.

I don't know why, but I am constantly aggravated and this also shows in my answers, on social media or in private. I guess I stop for a
month/two, or if I can absolutely not, i reduce the amount of interactions/answers/prompts I answer.

Reading through all answers in between my toots and giving a little Star to everyone I reed and appreciate, gets more time consuming lately and maybe I better focus on my offline life for a bit with how I'm feeling about time usage atm.

So no worries I'm not gone completely. Just a bit less active for a time here, I think. And I will definitely not lay down Star Ryde again. 🙂

Keep on writing friends.🤘🏾😎

#Writing #PhantastikPrompts #PennedPossibilities #WordWeavers #EroticMusings

Week 43 (March 22-28) Characters
Share some erotic fanfic or fan art of someone else's characters

It can be a little surprisingly but I didn’t do much, in fact the only ones I can think of were crossovers with https://www.deviantart.com/raven-of-305 characters

#EroticMusings #WritingCommunity #nsfw #NSFWart

[Illustrations: Perverted Esther and Erie playing with enslaved Lady D’Arcy and Celeste/Esther and Heba wearing latex]

#eroticMusings Week 43 (March 22-28) Characters: Share some erotic fanfic or fan art of someone else's character(s)

Well that's easy Erie and Esther by @art_of_goulwenr a 3D render for his art book.

I started with basic figures and then adjusted the features.

Just for practice I've done some Disney characters.

#writing #writingCommunity #3dRender #noAI #madeWithDaz #3dArt #CGI

#EroticMusings 43: Share some erotic fanfic or fan art of someone else's character(s)

I very rarely attempt other peoples' characters. I can only think of twice:

The first is @jsstaedtler's Ceilidh absolutely borking up a MacBeth audition.

The second is from when I was doing a monster of the week (which quickly became monster of the month) - Mary Shelley having sex with her creation on Percy's grave. (My first attempt at a likeness, and also at a night scene.)

It's a sharing week on Erotic Musings!

(Well, every week's a sharing week if you want to, but I try to remember to write one #EroticMusingsQ each month that gives you an extra nudge)

#EroticMusings 43: Share some erotic fanfic or fan art of someone else's character(s)

#EroticMusings 43 Share an erotic fanfic/art of someone else's char.
#FanFic #FanArt #RegardingSaekiSayaka #BloomInToYou

Mild & wholesome but #Erotic #R18

Where Strawberries Bloom
#AO3 :
#PIXIV :

#breasts #Yuri

#EroticMusings 2026.03.22 — Week 43 (March 22-28) Characters: Share some erotic fanfic or fan art of someone else's characters) Minor CW: Very light spice.

I changed the names to protect the innocent (me, from you guessing my other alias). This is from my COVID story written in 2020. Beau is recovering from being ill, having caught the deadly virus Aurora had when he nursed her back to health. Aurora is feeding him in bed, incidentally straddling him to do so. Of course, she is. They've been platonic friends for a few years. She's the mayor of a small town and he is her assistant with surfer dude good looks.

On the other hand, there was Beau Nash. He did care. His actions of the past days, his support during our year plus together, and the pitter-pat of my heart insisted it was so.

I remembered a kiss. [He'd kissed her when she lay in an ice tub to bring down her fever.]

"Empty spoon." [Beau said]

I shook my head, startled. "What?"

A hand came up. The spoon clicked as he tapped it. "Aurora. Your spoon is empty."

I felt my eyes cross as I looked at the utensil as if the corn porridge had teleported silently away. Bowl. Indeed empty. "Oh."

"I'm still hungry."

"Me, too," came from my mouth. Different meaning. To say unbidden would have been a lie.

"I'm really feeling pretty strong—"

"That's good."

"—and I could get up—"

"That'd be real nice."

"—and make my own—"

He moved his hips under mine. Though he obviously meant to encourage me to exit the bed, it pulled the final latch and unfettered my subconscious restraint.

The spoon clattered to the floor as I leaned forward and kissed him.

He paused, but didn't tense. He didn't pull away, but leaned upward into it with wet passion. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me in as his body reacted underneath me.

It was fortunate that he was "really feeling pretty strong."

=-=

There's this romance novel cliché that always finds the amorous couple on floor in a pile of sheets. Once, I'd laughed because I'd read it so many times before.

But here we were, side by side.

In a pile of of sweaty sheets.

On the floor.

Together.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#gender #fiction #writer #author
#Erotic #romance #fantasy
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory

@mollysdailykiss Oh man, I have a terrible memory for such things. I know @gahlearner does #ScribesAndMakers, and @pentup does #EroticMusings, but I can't remember who sets the questions for #WordWeavers or #WritersCoffeeClub - throwing the tags into this post so someone else can help.

••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••

#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?

Part 2 of 2

She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”

“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.

“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.

“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.

“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.

I bowed.

“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.

“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.

Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.

“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.

“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.

“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”

“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”

“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.

“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”

"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.

“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.

“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.

Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”

Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”

“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”

Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”

I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife

••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••

#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?

Part 1 of 2

I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.

Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”

That didn’t tell me anything.

Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.

“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.

“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.

Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”

Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.

That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.

When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.

From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.

“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”

“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.

“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.

Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.

We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife