How Rowena “accidently” wrote a BDSM story….

How I Accidentally Wrote a BDSM Novella

I know, right? How does one accidentally write BDSM? Well, if you knew me, you’d know that I usually don’t go about things in the appropriate manner, and many times I end up coming in through the back door (no pun intended ;). So this is the story of how a whim I had turned into a short story, and then a novella with BDSM overtones.

I’m a reader, and I always have been. When I first got the bug to try and write an m/m story, I decided maybe I better peruse The Joy of Gay Sex, just to make sure I wasn’t making any glaring mistakes. Although I found the articles interesting, I do admit I really enjoyed the pictures. They’re beautifully drawn, and convey so much emotion. The picture that piqued my interest the most was the one that accompanied the article on water sports, in other words golden showers. What fascinated me the most is that both parties in the picture seemed to be enjoying it, and I guess I’d always thought it was something “dirty.” After reading the article, I gained a whole new respect for the act, and I knew I wanted to write it into a story.

One night I was suffering from insomnia, nothing new but always frustrating. I started thinking about the picture, and the story started forming in my head, and I had to get up and dig up my laptop. I started writing it while bundled in a blanket in the den. The story evolved of two wrestlers, one saving the other from backstage politics, and ending with a golden shower. The ideas continued to grow, and the next thing I knew I was writing part two with a version of “the mile high club.” Next came early New Year’s Day 2010 and a beautiful puddle of moonlight from a blue moon. The story was complete!

Connecting all these events were healthy doses of kink. Turned out Brad liked to be restrained, and he got off on being beaten with a belt. Scott was more than happy to oblige. In the beginning Brad acknowledged that for him it was all about the protection, and the sex was fantastic too. As they gained one another’s trust Brad finally admitted that he craved this rough treatment, and Scott was the first one that gave it to him without judging him. Brad’s life was spiraling out of control as he tried to balance the tedium of life on the road with the need to let off steam. Scott exercised control over Brad, but he maintained it was just an illusion. Ever the enigma, Scott keeps his emotions locked inside until they spill out one night, surprising them both.

Things don’t always work out the way you want them to, and that original version of the story was rejected. It was brought to my attention again the reason why I don’t write BDSM stories; I don’t really understand the dynamic. So I slunk off and licked my wounds, but I secretly knew it was a good story. I let it sit for over a year before I started picking at it again.

The criticism was that many of the scenes in the story seemed non-con. I knew they weren’t, but I guess I didn’t make it clear enough that Brad also knew they weren’t. Sadly, one of the first scenes that had to be cut was the golden shower. Lots of other things were changed, and rearranged, until finally it morphed into an acceptable version.

Blue Moon is not a traditional BDSM story; it’s rated in that category because of the kinkiness that still remained after the re-write. Brad allows Scott to do all kinds of things to him, and Scott maintains that if Brad says stop, he will stop. It’s just that Brad never wants him to stop.

There is a sequel for this story, simmering on the back burner. I have this uncanny habit of leaving myself a bread-crumb trail when I write. Blue Moon ends with my magical memory of a blue moon, the sequel will end with a magical red sunset. I mentioned in Blue Moon that Scott was originally from Kentucky. I have spent time in Kentucky myself, and have a magical memory of swimming in a rock quarry there as the sun was setting. Maybe one day I’ll actually have the time to work on it.

So, there you have it: my accidental BDSM novella. I did enjoy these two characters, and I hope you will too!

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