”If you don’t mind me asking, isn’t it “weird” or “uncomfortable” to write about a kink that’s not your own?”
I’ve just written my answer to this and ended up writing way more than I thought I would! The first paragrap is my most direct answer but I’ll keep the rest here in case you want to keep it. Are you on Discord at all? Reach out to me on the server if you like, I’m always up for supporting writers!
Usually not, but it depended on the kink and how it was expressed. With the less-sexual ones I found that my lack of interest in that particular kink helped me think creatively and to come up with scenarios that didn’t require as much suspension of disbelief, perhaps because I didn’t have a bias towards wanting to see that kink happen.
For instance, one of my first customers had a sandal and bare foot fetish. He wanted me to write a story where two siblings get dumped out in the middle of nowhere with only a pair of sandals each, which they were supposed to quickly lose by accident. Then they’d go out of their way to keep on finding new pairs of shoes, only to lose them again.
Realistically, nobody’s going to lose their shoes that often, but that’s what he wanted. I think I managed to get them to lose theirs 4 or 5 times in the span of this story. To think of it as something secretly desirable is ludicrous to me, but as a creative writing challenge? Sure, why not? The story never turned sexual. At least, I think you’d have to really, really be into this kink to see anything sexual in it.
Another of my first customers was a gay guy with a serious thing for very muscular men with unnaturally large genitals, able to produce impossible amounts of substances that I suspect you can predict from here. Muscular men are not my thing at all - indeed, that’s a turn off for me. But he couldn’t get enough of it. He was a great returning customer for a long time until I raised my prices beyond his willingness to pay. By the time we parted company I felt I’d written every possible scenario (or variations of it) that would appeal to him, over and over, and felt like my brain was turning to concrete every time I opened up his Word file. I was kinda glad when he went to find someone else, to be truthful. That and because he refused to consent for me to post my commissions for him up because he didn’t want other people to get for free what he’d paid for.
Apart from that I’ve had people ask me to write obese women, massive boobs, and women going through an intense oestrus, none of which is my bag. So long as they’re not in danger, I’m okay with writing it.
Eventually, after 2 or 3 years of writing other peoples’ kinks, I got so jaded by it that I decided to write something for me. It wasn’t a kink piece, in fact it was a rationalfic! It’s called SCP Containment Breach: Markipier’s Escape, and it was a breath of fresh air for me! It gave me a bit more mileage to write the kink work.
On the more aggressively sexual side I had someone who wanted me to write for him so badly that he wrote to me in block caps. He wanted 10s of thousands of words of PIV, with lots of lengthy descriptions of ‘it’ going in and out. He’s another one who gave me concrete brain after a while.
Then there were a couple of people who had fixations with despair and death: one who wanted me to write a more psychologically realistic scenario of a furry being enslaved. That thing went on for about 50k words before I handed it back to him because the misery he wanted me to put this character through was so relentless. I underestimated that when I first took on the commission. Then there was the person who liked seeing cartoony, ‘funny’ deaths, and then the guy who absolutely loved the most depraved torture… against women. I accepted at the time because I needed the money so badly, he was mild mannered, polite, and understanding when I had to go on hiatus, and he was a good, reliable payer. Funnily enough, that one didn’t get to me as badly as the slavery one - I think because he gave me so much license to be creative. I think I have an idea of what it would be like to be John Kramer. But eventually it just felt too unhealthy and I had other options, so we parted ways.