I don't write stories often because I'm not inspired often. I sadly admit that to be inspired, I generally have to be intensely horny, leap on a vaguely novel idea, and then sustain that feeling until I type "the end." It requires a bit more discipline than I'm usually willing to exercise.
So...last night, the planets aligned and through the magic of delayed gratification I suddenly found myself writing a short story. I was somewhat embarassed to find that it was my first in something like three years. Time flies when you're busy doing other crap. It's called "The Corset" and I've posted it at Expansion Stories and DeviantArt, and it will show up at BodyInflation.org in time, too.
Feedback is always welcomed.