Bassytian - One Year Later

Erotica: my current frontier. These are the stories of the Literotica Author "Bassytian". My continuing mission: to explore and share the depths of my imagination; to expand my horizons and utilize my creativity; to boldly write what I have never written before!

Sorry, I have been told I have no filter because I'll say/type whatever crazy shit pops into my head, no matter how silly or fucked up it is!

So, hello there! This is my first time writing and submitting something entirely as myself, as the man behind "Bassytian". I have never written myself into a story, nor do I intend to, unless it's another essay, which I may write more of.

This short essay is a reflection on my first year as a Lit author. I created this account in February 2024, but my first two stories, the prologue and first chapter of "Tiafell: The Femboy Elf", were not published until 06/29 of the same year. I didn't think Literotica would publish two of my stories on the same day, but the dates don't lie.

What a year it has been. Writing has been very fulfilling; it's a passion I've always known I had but never acted on. I let bullshit like "I'm not smart enough to be a writer" stop me for far too long. I've always had massive self-esteem issues due to problems from my childhood, which is a story for another day.

But as I turned 40 last year, and am about to be 41 now, I realized that my life is most likely past half over (assuming I live to be 70-80), and I don't want to be on my deathbed wishing I had started writing.

This year hasn't been all great, however. In January, we found out my mother had a cancerous tumor. Thankfully, in March, the cancer was successfully removed without a single cell of the disease left.

However, the day after Mom's surgery, one of my younger brothers died suddenly. He had a lot of health problems, but his death was unexpected. I was in such deep grief that I couldn't write anything for almost a month. It was the "Literotica Convention" that snapped me out of my creative funk. Even then, I still struggled. I thought I had lost my edge for writing erotic content. But after taking some time to relax and stop trying to force it, it came back to me.

My brother's death changed me forever. I have always been a hardcore loner and an ultra-introvert, but now, I want to come out of my shell. I have become kinder and more supportive of those around me, wanting to lift people up whenever they seem to need it. I even want to try dating again, after having been happily single for the last twelve years. However, it's been so long that I have no idea where to start, and I was never good at attracting women to begin with!

Anyway, that's not what I'm here to discuss. Let's dive into the beginning of my writing journey, shall we?

How I got started:

I had the Tiafell story in mind for almost a year before I wrote a single word of it. In May of 2024, I finally got off my ass and started writing. It was also around that time when I got hurt at work. I lifted something heavy, like I do almost every day, and felt sharp pain in the left side of my groin, in the crease of my leg. I thought it was a pulled muscle at first, and it would go away if I took it easy.

One week passed, and the pain lingered on. In week two, it got worse. I bit the bullet and went to the doctor, which I fucking hate doing. It turned out that I had an inguinal hernia on that side of my groin and one on the right side as well! At the time, I felt no pain on that side, but a few days later, it hurt worse than the left one did!

After a CT scan confirmed both hernias, surgery was scheduled for 06/28/24, the day before my first two Literotica stories were published. The surgeon used a robot to cut me open, I wanted a local anesthetic so I could watch but they wouldn't let me. I know, I'm a crazy motherfucker.

I was out of work for seven weeks after the surgery, and was mostly bedridden for the first five days. I could get up and go to the bathroom on my own, but I was too weak to stay on my feet any longer than that. I also couldn't bend over or sit down; only able to stand or lie on my back. Every day, I stayed on my feet a little longer so I could regain my mobility and strength.

The best way to describe the pain: I told the nurse in post-op that I'd feel so much better if I could just let out a good, hard fart. She got a good laugh out of that.

Once I was able to sit upright, I wrote, and I wrote a lot! I couldn't do much of anything else, but I didn't want to lie around the house doing nothing either. By the time my LOA was over, I had written the first eight chapters of the Tiafell story. Even after returning to work, I didn't stop and have been going strong since!

And now, let me share the tale of how Tiafell came into existence!

How Tiafell was born:

First, let me clear the air by saying Tiafell is not me, people have asked. I have received private feedback from readers asking me how similar I am to Tiafell. The answer is "very little". I am not androgynous or a crossdresser. I feel bad about that in a way, like I've let some of them down. However, I value authenticity above all else, so I won't claim to be what I'm not. I would rather be honest with my readers. My target audience is crossdressers and the men, like me, who love them, and readers who like a good fantasy tale. But everyone is welcome to read and enjoy the story!

The story of how Tiafell came into existence is the same tale as the time I questioned my sexuality.

Ten years ago, I was one of my now-deceased grandmother's primary caregivers. She lived in an apartment complex, and across from her was a neighbor whom I will refer to as "P".

P was gorgeous, having long, dark brown hair, an hourglass figure, an effeminate voice, and wore women's clothing. I couldn't take my eyes off him; he was prettier than most women, but he was a male! The only reason I knew he was a guy at all was because he had a guy's name and still identified as one. I use a lot of those details to describe Tiafell!

I talked to him in passing at times. He was quite friendly and sweet, which added to my conflict. One day, I helped him carry groceries into his apartment, and he sent me a friend request as a token of gratitude, which I accepted. I had already decided that I wanted to fuck his brains out, and now it seemed as though it might happen! I was just about to ask him for a hookup until I browsed his profile, and that was when things changed.

Online, P was a different person, hyper-political and hateful toward people who didn't ask for it, which was an instant turnoff. I understand that people have legitimate reasons for the beliefs they hold, but if all you want to talk about is politics, you and I will not click. Politics is the last thing I want to talk about. I'd rather discuss the explosive, projectile diarrhea I had the last time I had the flu! I write to escape from politics and to provide my readers with the same escape.

His personality aside, P's appearance stuck with me for years. As the Tiafell story came to mind, I decided to turn it into an erotic series with a main character inspired by what I liked about P. Then one day, I happened to think, "you know, he would be even sexier as an elf!"

At first, Tiafell's story was going to be entirely about sex. But as I came up with more ideas, I added a serious plot with villains to defeat and a hero's journey for the elf to embark on when he wasn't fucking or being fucked. And thus, "Tiafell: The Femboy Elf" was born!

Over the year that I have been writing, my skills have grown. "Practice makes perfect", though I'm far from perfect, I always will be.

My growth:

My first few entries were short and dragged on. I've gone through and reread them and, with my current ability, a part of me wants to go back and submit revised versions. However, it's probably more productive if I keep writing new content and leave them as they are.

I have been doing this the entire time without an editor. Despite my best efforts to find one, I have been unsuccessful. None of the editors I have contacted were interested or available, and those are the ones who responded. So, I have taken it upon myself to learn the art of self-editing. I am learning a lot, but I still have a long way to go.

One thing I have learned, and I'll share a tip with you in case you're beginning your writing journey. If you want to write sexy scenes, study/read stories from other authors! Don't outright plagiarize them, though. Pay attention to how they describe body parts, feelings of pleasure, orgasms, etc., and figure out how to incorporate that into your own style. And switch your words up, too. Don't use "cock" to describe a penis every time!

I am still a student of self-editing myself, so I will not speak on it beyond my current capability. I will say it's a necessary skill to possess, whether you have an editor or not. It's especially true if you don't!

In conclusion:

I didn't expect this to be an especially long submission. It was just a brief reflection on my first year as a writer, the origins of my flagship character, and my growth as I hone my craft.

I want to close by saying that writing fills a void that has existed in my heart for decades. I may write another essay to cover this in more detail, but I have fought, and still fight, depression. Writing has helped more than medicine or therapy ever has. It has become my ambition, my reason for living, a dream that is coming true!

If you are reading this and have a dream, fucking go for it! Pursue it relentlessly, and don't let a goddamn thing stop you, not even yourself!

Here's to another year of writing, and many more. Cheers folks!

Thanks for reading, comments and feedback are welcome!