Hi, there! How can I submit an audio story (mp3 format)?
Great question! The first task you’ll need to complete is to make a digital recording of your audio using your computer, tablet or smartphone. I use the free open source application Audacity on my notebook computer. Save your recording in mp3 format.
Next you need to decide whether you want to upload your mp3 file directly to Tumblr or use a third party host such as SoundCloud or YouTube. If you choose Tumblr, just be aware that your mp3 must be less than 10MB. I believe that Tumblr also limits you to one audio post per day using their service. Those are just two of the reasons that I use SoundCloud instead. You’ll need to create a free account and upload your mp3 file there instead. Then you can embed your SoundCloud post in a Tumblr audio post.
After you’ve posted your audio on your blog, just drop a link to it in the Library Ask box. Alternatively, you can drop a direct link to your SoundCloud post.
Thank you for your interest in submitting your audio story to the Library, and thank you for supporting the Library. I look forward to hearing your story.
A Crouching Tigress
I recently “discovered” this next writer after he or she (they?) started following my primary tumblr. Not much is offered about the blogger directly on this tumblr, but the words given to the oh so sensual images are breathtaking.
Stepping onto the Library dais for the very first time, please welcome…
A Submissive’s Psalm
We welcome another new, exciting writer to the Library next. She describes herself as curvy, dirty, bi and a true switch who cooks, drinks wine and fantasizes about beautiful women doing sadistic things to her.
Her curves and her ginger locks are divine. Go see for yourself!
Making her debut atop the Library dais, please welcome…
Our next writer is a promising newcomer who recently rebooted her tumblr. As she says, she’s “starting over, turning fists into flowers.”
Stepping onto the dais to make her Library debut, please welcome…
She calls herself an “evil, warped bitchmaster.”
I’ll let you in on a little secret.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
She is one of the Library’s original benefactors and most frequent contributors. And she is truly a treat for the mind, eyes and ears.
Returning to the Library dais, please welcome back…
Fables, Storybook Love
Welcome to this week’s chapter of Erotic Storybook Saturday. You, the followers, readers, supporters of and contributors to the Library never cease to amaze me. After last week’s impromptu D/s theme, already this week we have several poets prepared to step onto the dais. Submissions are not limited to poems however. If you would like to contribute your words, your voice, your image, your thoughts or more, please see the Library Rules and then drop your submission in the Library Submit or Library Ask boxes.
Thank you for visiting our Library. Please enjoy your stay.
The Indescribable Thrill
“Watching my beautiful Miss capitulate so deliciously.”
I love it!
Returning to the Library dais after a prolonged absence with his newest wanton work, please welcome back the filthy English gentleman…
Our next writer describes himself as “a dirty romantic” “exploring a mix of dominant romance and harsh lust.” If you’d like to read more of his work, be sure to check out his other tumblr as well.
Making his long overdue return to the Library dais, please welcome back…
I am more familiar with this next writer as an established and respected professional photographer. He is also a rigger who learned the ropes from Brent Scott, more well known as “PD” of insex.com, hardtied.com and infernalrestraints.com fame. It was a wonderful surprise to see that he also writes erotica as well!
Stepping onto the dais to make his Library debut, please welcome JC, also known as…
Leading off this week we have a very promising newcomer to the Library. Last month she contacted the Library with her interest in submitting a story for reader feedback. We were all too happy to encourage her and we are elated with the fantastic fantasy she has shared below! If you are so inclined, drop your notes/comments/feedback in her Ask box. By all means be honest, but please be respectful too.
Now without further ado, taking the spotlight on the dais for her Library debut, please welcome…
Hello Erotic Storybook Friends!
I also included a short ‘Note from the author’ at the end. I didn’t put it up front because I don’t want to ruin the end for folks who make it that far, but I have some specific questions/interests in the way this story develops and I would love to share them with your readers.
You guys are great. Thanks again so much for considering my work. Here’s the story. It’s called ‘Heading North’.
- tiny babe lost
Nine o’clock on a Tuesday and I’m in bed reading. I feel you in the doorway before I see you. I look up to say hello and the words die in my mouth as our eyes meet. Intimidating is a word most people would use to describe my half of our couple. You’re the affable one that everybody loves. You’re the perfect boyfriend. A saint. A Boy Scout. But not tonight. Tonight something powerful is radiating off your lithe body in waves. The small room crackles to life as you step into it.
You move the few steps from the doorway over to the bed and sit at the the end with your back to me, feet firmly on the floor, knees bent and spread casually. You snap your fingers and point to a spot directly in front of you. “Come stand right here” you say quietly without turning to look at me.
When I don’t move immediately you add “I don’t think you want me to have to ask again”. A flight of butterflies bloom in my stomach.
I remind myself that I asked for this. My interest in submission led me to Tumblr and there I found all sorts of advice on how to talk to your partner about these impulses.
I remember that when I finally got the courage to bring it up, you seemed surprised, but not unpleasantly so. We had been doing some good, old-fashioned making out on the couch. I explained my fantasy about you taking control. (And by ‘explained’ I mean stammered, blushed and blurted my way through a string of incomplete sentences. Did I mention I have an advanced degree from an Ivy League institution?)
"I’ve freaked you out," I squeaked. "You’re horrified".
"Um, no. I -".
"Yes, you are! Look at you! You can’t believe you’re in love with such a deviant pervert!" I was panicking. That’s what it sounds like when I panic. I was bright red and talking very very fast.
"Hey, I don’t think you’re a pervert," you said, touching my face. "You’re smarter than most of the people I know put together. I trust you. I mean, my girlfriend just told me she wants to use her body to please me endlessly. I wouldn’t say that’s a bad night. Just … give me a second."
"OK," I said, trying not to look at you, but having a hard time not overanalyzing every second of silence that passed. The last sounds of summer were floating in from the street through the open window. I am many things, but patient is not one of them.
"SAY SOMETHING!" I shouted suddenly.
"Shouldn’t you say please?" you teased with a genuine smile. I smiled back. "I mean, seriously," you said with feigned exasperation. "You don’t seem very good at this so far."
My eyes narrowed. “Now might be a good time to try out your safe word, buddy,” I shot back scowling. We both promptly erupted into laughter.
"Do you have one," you asked hesitantly. "A safe word, I mean?"
I blushed and gave a small nod. I took your wrist and turned your forearm up. Using my finger, I traced a word onto your skin: n-o-r-t-h. North. I kept my eyes on your arm where my word rested.
You reached up and tugged gently on one of my curls. “Wow,” you said quietly. “My heroine is just full of surprises.”
You asked a lot of questions including how sure I was that I wanted this. You kept me very close physically even though I kept trying to fold in on myself and scoot away. You were patient and gently teasing as you coaxed my answers from me. You said you needed some time to think about it and do some research. I kissed you gently, thanked you and went to get you a beer. That was 3 weeks ago.
So, fast forward to Tuesday and here is the firm hand I have asked for. I take a deep breath. I quietly close the book, lay it on the nightstand and turn off my lamp. I slip my legs from beneath the blankets to the floor and pad over to stand in front of you, my eyes firmly on my bare feet and pink toenails. The black panties I was wearing at dinner are hidden just barely beneath the hem of the t-shirt I wear to bed. Your eyes move slowly up my body and I can’t help but fidget.
"Be still," you say.
My body comes to rest immediately. My eyes are cast to the floor, but I know if I was to look up we would be almost eye level. I’m so small compared to you, but with you sitting down we’re almost the same height. It’s precisely why we have a bed so low to the ground.
"Show me your panties," you say and I lift the hem of my t-shirt to show you the black lace. "Good. Now hands behind your back." I do as I’m told. Your right hand rises up and cups my left breast through the thin material of my well-worn t-shirt. It’s barely a caress. You know exactly what I like. You use the soft fabric to slide over my skin gently while you lift and support the weight of my full breast. You lean in and I can see the firm set of your jaw and mouth. Thoughtful. "It’s my fault," you say in almost a whisper. "I’ve been far too lenient with you."
My breath catches as you move the pads of your fingers over my nipple and begin to slide the material across the sensitive peak in small circles. ”But, speaking like such a wanton little slut in public like you did earlier tonight at the restaurant cannot go unpunished…”