Booty Walk
Well, the first thing to say is that my latest short story, The Fantastic Wally Wanka, can’t be described as fan-fiction (or fan-fic). The only thing this story has in common with Roald Dahl’s classic children’s book is the sly allusion in the title.
In fact this short story is really about porn addiction and has much more in common with my story The Cream of Sheba, than with the nearest to fan-fic I’ve ever written: Chums of the Ring.
So, why write another story about the world of online porn when there is so much else to write about in the world? Well, writers (and artists of every kind) are famous for being self-indulgent and self-referential. Think of all those paintings of painters, comic books about comic book writers, films about film directors, and, naturally, books about writers.
And why be any different?
Here is a short story about the sort of people who inhabit the world of online porn written by someone who by virtue of writing stories that have appeared in sex story sites must in some sense be part of the same industry (though thankfully not to the extent of exposing my genitals or paying any money towards the privilege of seeing other people expose theirs).
And for those who want more romantic fiction coming from the pen of Bradley Stoke, this must almost rank as a love story albeit not with the sort of characters that would be the object of most people’s sexual fantasies.
Bradley Stoke 