“I need to quit drinking,” Lizzy thought.
A red ball came flying at her chest. Lizzy spun away from the ball. She felt the wind whisk across her bare breasts as the ball missed her by inches.
SMACK! The ball hit Brittany instead. The sound of the rubber ball impacting on Brittany’s C-cups echoed throughout the deserted gym. Brittany’s scream followed a few seconds later.
“You’re out!” the ref yelled. As if the giant red mark on Brittany’s breasts weren’t reminder enough.
Lizzy glanced at the guy who had thrown the ball. It was Mark, and the asshole had a grin nearly as big as the erection bouncing between his legs.
Naked dodgeball was not how Lizzy wanted to spend a Saturday night. Well, maybe against some guys she actually liked but not against the frat boys of Delta Alpha. And most definitely not for the stakes they all agreed to in a drunken stupor Friday night.
“Your mouth is as good as mine, Lizzy!” Mark yelled.
This time Jim took a shot at her. He tossed the ball at Lizzy, his own balls bouncing with the act of throwing. Lizzy was ready. She ran towards the ball and caught it. With the ball in her arms, Jim was eliminated and now Samantha could come back in. Fat good Samantha would do. The girl spent most of her time giggling and shaking her breasts at the boys.
“Nail Mark!” Jessica yelled. Jessica was pissed at Mark for hitting her best friend, Ashley, in the ass a few minutes ago. Of course, now that Jessica was warned Mark out loud, Lizzy couldn’t aim for him now.
Lizzy faked a throw at Mark and when he ran, she threw with all her might at Dave. The dumbass never saw it coming. He felt it though. The ball smashed right into his hard cock and the football player crumbled to his knees crying like, well like a boy.
“No fair!” Mark yelled.
“A hit is a hit!” Lizzy yelled.
“You’re out!” the ref yelled.
Lizzy gave Mark the bird. She blamed Mark for coming up with the stakes of the game. If the girls lost, they had to provide blowjobs to every guy on the team. If the boys won, they had to eat out the girls. If Lizzy had been sober last night, she would have pointed out that letting the boys lick them wasn’t much of a punishment.
“I really need to quit drinking,” she said.
Mark ran to the ball and scooped it up. He spun around and threw the ball sideways. Lizzy watched in horror as Samantha leaned into the ball with her hip.
“Ow! You got me!” Samantha laughed.
“This is why I am not a lesbian,” Lizzy muttered. “Some girls are fucking useless.”
Lizzy ran for the ball and picked it up. This time she went straight for Mark. She threw it as fast as she could but the asshole stepped out of the way. Worse, Paul picked the ball up as soon as it went out of bounds. He stepped back onto the court and threw it overhand. Lizzy flinched but he wasn’t even aiming for her. The ball flew to the other side of the court.
SMACK!
“Fuck!” Jessica yelled. She was clutching her right breast. “You fucker!”
“You gonna suck me with that dirty mouth?” Mark laughed. He took a moment to high five Paul in celebration of his wit.
“Two against one,” Mark yelled. “One more hit and you girls are having all you can suck cock!”
Lizzy glanced at her sorority sisters. Brittany and Jessica were still holding their tender breasts. Ashley was standing up because her ass hurt too much to sit. Samantha, the slut that she was, was actually licking her lips. The girls looked defeated and ready to open their mouths.
“Fuck that,” Lizzy said.
She picked the ball up and weighed her chances. A trickle of desire ran down her leg. Her heart was thumping and her thighs ached. She was aroused. Lizzy wasn’t sure if her body secretly yearned to suck Mark’s cock or if her body had more confidence in herself than she did. She knew she would find out in a few minutes.
Lizzy ran towards the center line. Her breasts bounced against her body as she ran. Mark ran to the left, away from her. Paul however was hypnotized by her breasts. Lizzy bounced the ball off his head while he was still staring.
“You’re out!” the ref yelled. Lizzy couldn’t remember what the referee got out of the bet. Knowing that perv, he probably gets to watch.
Mark didn’t wait for Paul to leave. He ran to the ball and threw it as fast as possible.
Lizzy expected that. Mark was always impatient. He asked for her phone number the first time they met. He tried to grab her tit the first time they shared a table at a bar. He fucked Samantha the first time Lizzy turned him down. The asshole was in a hurry to get his only blowjob he would ever get from Lizzy.
The ball flew at her and Lizzy was ready. She caught the ball as easy as shooting down his clumsy advances.
“You’re out!” the ref yelled at Mark.
Lizzy threw the ball a second later at his exposed cock.
“Ow!” Mark yelled. “I was out; you didn’t have to hit me!” He collapsed to his knees, clutching his cock.
Lizzy felt a surge of desire strike between her legs. “Oh I know,” she said. “I just wanted you on your knees.”
She walked up to him and grabbed his hair. Lizzy tilted his head up and looked down on him. Her sex was soaked and that was okay. She knew what her body wanted.
Lizzy pressed his head to her sex. She felt his tongue lapping away at her. A shiver ran through her. This was victory. This was awesome.
She still needed to quit drinking.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Laugh Clown, Laugh
Emma, my cat of 16 years, passed away on Monday. She was losing weight last week and we took her to the vet on Saturday for blood tests. Her condition worsened and by the time the tests results came back with kidney troubles, she was already immobile and sad. Putting her down was a strange mixture of grief and relief. I was sad to see her go and happy that I could end her suffering.
I took the day off from work. I didn't take the day off from writing. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind but stories have a rhythm and a momentum that keeps the plot going despite how I feel. I will most likely go back and rewrite everything I did yesterday but for the moment it felt good.
I am pretty sure I picked up writing as a coping mechanism from my first wife. I had close to zero control in that relationship but when I write, I am in charge. When I write, I call the shots. When I write, I can make myself smile, feel good and laugh. I needed a laugh.
I know about the five stages of grief but I shorten it down to just one stage: burial. I bury it deep and let if fester within the suffocating weight of my buried grievances. That and lots of Lexapro.
It is still fucking hard though. Making yourself laugh when you realize that the tiny calico girl will not be within arm's reach from the computer chair is pretty damn impossible. A part of my heart is missing.
The last time I was this upset, I wrote Volleyball Madd-ness. Before that, it was Thigh Vs Thigh. I don't know where this grief will take me but I am sure it will be ridiculous.
I took the day off from work. I didn't take the day off from writing. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind but stories have a rhythm and a momentum that keeps the plot going despite how I feel. I will most likely go back and rewrite everything I did yesterday but for the moment it felt good.
I am pretty sure I picked up writing as a coping mechanism from my first wife. I had close to zero control in that relationship but when I write, I am in charge. When I write, I call the shots. When I write, I can make myself smile, feel good and laugh. I needed a laugh.
I know about the five stages of grief but I shorten it down to just one stage: burial. I bury it deep and let if fester within the suffocating weight of my buried grievances. That and lots of Lexapro.
It is still fucking hard though. Making yourself laugh when you realize that the tiny calico girl will not be within arm's reach from the computer chair is pretty damn impossible. A part of my heart is missing.
The last time I was this upset, I wrote Volleyball Madd-ness. Before that, it was Thigh Vs Thigh. I don't know where this grief will take me but I am sure it will be ridiculous.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Just a Few
Tomorrow will be my one year wedding anniversary with my wife. Time flies when you are having a blast. Because it is my blog, I want to waste your time going over a few reasons why I adore my wife.
When we watch a movie where someone's blood gets on another person, she loudly screams "Bio-hazard!"
My cat Emma is 18 years old and has been pretty bitchy for all 18 of them. Emma has not exactly warmed up to my wife but damn if my wife doesn't keep trying.
When we play House of the Dead, I never take any damage because she always shoots the monsters threatening me first.
When we go on vacations, the woman is a packing machine. It is like playing Oregon Trail with a cheat code.
Her breasts are to die for. That is a completely selfish reason to love someone but damn. Golden, brown and delicious.
She saw Six String Samurai in the theater.
There is no one more fun to watch real murder documentaries with.
We have nearly identical tastes in mockery.
She is a monster slaying killing machine in Arkham Horror.
I dragged her to see the Death Race remake and she has never held that against me.
When sales for 'Cell Phone Slave' were disappointing, she cheered me out of a black depression.
Ditto when Volleyball Island Madd-ness did not set the internet on fire.
She insists that she carried our kitten around in her belly for nine months and gave birth to it. You have to love that level of dorky crazy.
She gets along with my parents better than I do. Fuck, you know how nice it is that someone else can call my mom and find out what soap opera is happening now?
So here's to my wife. She has made me a happier person and she has made me a better writer.
When we watch a movie where someone's blood gets on another person, she loudly screams "Bio-hazard!"
My cat Emma is 18 years old and has been pretty bitchy for all 18 of them. Emma has not exactly warmed up to my wife but damn if my wife doesn't keep trying.
When we play House of the Dead, I never take any damage because she always shoots the monsters threatening me first.
When we go on vacations, the woman is a packing machine. It is like playing Oregon Trail with a cheat code.
Her breasts are to die for. That is a completely selfish reason to love someone but damn. Golden, brown and delicious.
She saw Six String Samurai in the theater.
There is no one more fun to watch real murder documentaries with.
We have nearly identical tastes in mockery.
She is a monster slaying killing machine in Arkham Horror.
I dragged her to see the Death Race remake and she has never held that against me.
When sales for 'Cell Phone Slave' were disappointing, she cheered me out of a black depression.
Ditto when Volleyball Island Madd-ness did not set the internet on fire.
She insists that she carried our kitten around in her belly for nine months and gave birth to it. You have to love that level of dorky crazy.
She gets along with my parents better than I do. Fuck, you know how nice it is that someone else can call my mom and find out what soap opera is happening now?
So here's to my wife. She has made me a happier person and she has made me a better writer.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Fiction: Queen of the Hunt
Zeta Thetis ran for her life. She raced through the dense foliage, wincing as the thorns scratched at her naked body. Her pampered feet protested every sharp twig she stepped on and every unforgiving tree she bumped against. The dense branches of the trees snagged at her long red hair while the coarse leaves rubbed against her silk soft skin. She was sweaty, exhausted and nearly hysterical, but Zeta kept running.
Queen Erishella was hunting her.
Only a week ago, Zeta was a harem slave of the Duke of Carnelia. She had a peaceful life of looking pretty and sucking the Duke’s cock on occasion. Her fellow harem slaves would exercise and read fashion magazines, hoping to discover some beauty secret that would convince the Duke to marry one of them. The must exciting thing that ever happened was Orgy Night when the Duke would take pills and attempt to fuck them all in a single night. He never succeeded but it was fun to watch.
That was before Queen Erishella declared war on the Gem Moons. The first that Zeta first knew of the war was when soldiers invaded the Harem. She knew it was bad when the cruel soldiers pushed her into floating cages and escorted them out of the palace. The Duke’s desecrated body hung from the flag pole, announcing to the Gem Moon of Carnelia that things will never be the same again.
Now Zeta was hiding in a dense forest, praying that the murderous Queen doesn’t find her. She heard another member of the Duke’s Harem scream from somewhere in the forest. The scream was cut short in an ominous manner. Zeta shuddered.
This morning, the harem slaves had been released on the edge of the forest. As soldiers lined the slaves up, Queen Erishella, dressed in skin tight black leather, stood before them. Her long curly hair was bound in a gold laced ponytail. The Queen carried a strange rifle and leered at the naked flesh before her.
“Anyone who reaches the other side of the forest is free to go,” the evil Queen said.
“Anyone I catch, I keep,” the Queen said.
The harem slaves ran in a blind panic. Zeta had crashed through the forest with all of her speed. She had no idea what freedom would be like, but she knew it had to be better than the Queen.
Behind her, she heard the screams of slower slaves. She heard the mocking laugh of the Queen as she caught them, one by one. Zeta ran and pushed her way through the harsh forest but the screams seemed to get closer and closer.
Her naked body was so pale compared to the dark green bushes; Zeta feared that she could be spotted miles away. The unforgiving sun managed to penetrate the thick leaves just to boil her in heat. When she ran, her heavy breasts slapped against her flesh, alerting everyone to her location.
Zeta found a thick group of bushes to hide in while she caught her breath. A few minutes later, she saw a curious sight. A blonde woman crawled along the trail. The blonde wore a silver harness over her body made entirely of chains. The woman was looking around with a desperate expression on her face.
The crawling blonde looked at Zeta and smiled. Zeta was afraid that she was going to shout but instead the woman squeaked inarticulate sounds. The woman tried to stand and point but she fell over for some reason. Her squeaking was damn loud though.
“Did find another one, Selane?”
Zeta’s body shivered. It was the Queen!
Queen Erishella walked onto the path. She had the bizarre rifle in her hands and she was looking into the bushes where Zeta was hiding. The damn blonde woman was squeaking hysterically and pointing her hands right at Zeta’s position.
She had to run. Zeta knew her life was forfeit but she had to run. She broke from the bushes and ran as fast as she could. Heavy breasts bouncing against her skin, Zeta prayed for a quick death.
A whistling noise followed her. Thin wires wrapped around her body and Zeta fell to the ground. Wire wrapped around her body as she tried to stand. Her breasts ached as the wire wrapped tightly around her breasts. Her legs were hobbled as her ankles bound together. The wrapping cord tightened around her neck and Zeta struggled to breathe.
Queen Erishella walked up to her struggling body. Zeta looked up in helpless horror. The Queen’s pet crawled over to Zeta and looked at her with scorn. The Queen towered above them both in her leather clad glory.
“Stop struggling,” the queen commanded. “Let the contact anesthetics do their work.”
Zeta did as she was told. Sleep mercifully knocked her out.
Sleep faded away and Zeta awoke. She tried to move but it was impossible. She was on her back, with her arms and legs up in the air. They were bound to unmoving hover restraints. Zeta turned her head and saw that other harem slaves were similarly bound. They also had something on their bodies but from Zetas was, she couldn’t tell what.
A man came in her field of vision. He was enormously fat. He was sitting in a hover chair to support his immense girth.
“Hello, beauty,” the man said. “My name is Lareth. I will be your chef tonight.”
“Where am I?” Zeta asked.
“You are in the kitchen,” Lareth said. He floated over to her breasts. He squeezed one of them very roughly.
“Ow!” Zeta cried.
“Very plump yet firm,” Lareth said. “I think they could easily support a gavberry sauce.”
“By the Gods!”Zeta said. “Is the Queen a cannibal?”
Lareth laughed. “No, but she likes to eat what she catches.”
The fat man placed a red sponge in her mouth. Zeta tried to protest but the red sponge expanded and filled her mouth. She was gagged and couldn’t get it out. The sponge dripped a sweet juice into her open throat and she had no juice but to swallow it.
Lareth went to work on her body. He squeezed komolate icing onto her arms and legs, tracing intricate designs of skulls onto her flesh. He removed the hair from her sex and replaced it with dark shavings of draya candy. He whipped up a thick red gavberry sauce and covered her breasts till they resembled candy mountains. White cream was sprayed onto her thighs like the remains of a messy lover.
“Perfect,” Lareth said. “You are ready now.”
The hover restraints flew through the air, taking Zeta’s bound body with it. The motion was gentle enough that not a single drop on Zeta’s body fell.
Out of the kitchen and into a giant dining hall. Courtiers applauded as Zeta’s body was transported over the table. She looked down on the table and saw that other harem slaves fulfilled roles as other dishes. There was Delly, half submerged in giant gravy bowl. Here was Paxia, her body buried under breast shaped mountains of vegetables. Meats of varying thickness were crammed into poor Gammi’s various orifices. Each plate was a culinary delight and a slave’s nightmare.
Sitting at the head of the table was Queen Erishella. As Zeta’s restraints placed her in front of the Queen, Zeta looked between her gavberry sauced breasts to look at this mysterious Queen once more.
The Queen had shed her leathers and now wore a single woven purple scarf. The scarf snaked around her shoulders and came down to bind her breasts together in an impressive display of cleavage before stretching down to the Queen’s waist and out of Zeta’s sight. Zeta had to admit that Erishella looked more like a Queen than her former master ever looked like a Duke.
“A fitting dessert,” the Queen said. Zeta felt the Queen’s finger wipe some sauce from her nipple. She shuddered at the queen’s casual touch.
“Delicious,” the Queen said. Zeta felt a strange twinge of pride. What did she care if this wicked Queen approved?
She felt the Queen’s hot breath as the queen dipped her head between Zeta’s thighs. A flickering tongue licked the drops of cream on her thighs. Lick by lick, the Queen moved down to Zeta’s candy shaved sex. As each nibble came closer, Zeta could feel her sex clench in anticipation.
Zeta bit down hard on the sponge in her mouth. The Queen’s mouth was inches from her sex but the Queen choose to eat the candy shavings first. Zeta moaned in frustration as she felt the Queen’s mouth teasing her. Teeth would bite down so achingly close to her sex while the tongue would lick the candy instead of her clenching sex.
Finally the candy shavings were all gone. Zeta cried out as she felt the first flicker of the Queen’s tongue on her. She pulled against her restraints as the Queen devoured her. The Queen’s tongue reached deep inside Zeta while the royal lips nibbled at Zeta’s sex.
Through the haze of bliss, Zeta wondered if the strange liquid that was dripping from the sponge was causing her arousal. Perhaps she had been drugged to respond so strongly to this debasement. Zeta clung to that idea. It was better than considering that she was enjoying this humiliating ordeal simply because she liked it.
The Queen feasted on Zeta’s sex. The restraints held her as the Queen had her way with her. Long hungry licks attacked Zeta’s sex. Fast starving licks made her toes curl. Casual slow licks at the Queen’s discretion made Zeta whimper with need.
Zeta screamed her first orgasm but the sponge gag turned it into a barely audible muffle.
Zeta screamed her second orgasm as well but the sponge turned it into a whimper.
Zeta moaned her third orgasm but the sponge gag absorbed it all.
The Queen moved her head away and snapped her fingers. The hover restraints lifted Zeta’s body away from the table. With a sickening speed, the restraints carried her down many hallways and down many stairs before dropping her into a cell. The restraints flew off and the door slammed behind them.
Zeta collapsed on the floor. She pulled the sponge from her mouth and took a breath of air. Her stomach growled with hunger.
In the darkness of the cell, Zeta wiped her hand over her breast. She ate the gavberry sauce from her fingers. She nibbled on the komolate icing on her arm.
Zeta did not despair that she was spending the night in a dark cell, eating the leftovers from her body. She belonged to the Queen now.
There would be other games.
Queen Erishella was hunting her.
Only a week ago, Zeta was a harem slave of the Duke of Carnelia. She had a peaceful life of looking pretty and sucking the Duke’s cock on occasion. Her fellow harem slaves would exercise and read fashion magazines, hoping to discover some beauty secret that would convince the Duke to marry one of them. The must exciting thing that ever happened was Orgy Night when the Duke would take pills and attempt to fuck them all in a single night. He never succeeded but it was fun to watch.
That was before Queen Erishella declared war on the Gem Moons. The first that Zeta first knew of the war was when soldiers invaded the Harem. She knew it was bad when the cruel soldiers pushed her into floating cages and escorted them out of the palace. The Duke’s desecrated body hung from the flag pole, announcing to the Gem Moon of Carnelia that things will never be the same again.
Now Zeta was hiding in a dense forest, praying that the murderous Queen doesn’t find her. She heard another member of the Duke’s Harem scream from somewhere in the forest. The scream was cut short in an ominous manner. Zeta shuddered.
This morning, the harem slaves had been released on the edge of the forest. As soldiers lined the slaves up, Queen Erishella, dressed in skin tight black leather, stood before them. Her long curly hair was bound in a gold laced ponytail. The Queen carried a strange rifle and leered at the naked flesh before her.
“Anyone who reaches the other side of the forest is free to go,” the evil Queen said.
“Anyone I catch, I keep,” the Queen said.
The harem slaves ran in a blind panic. Zeta had crashed through the forest with all of her speed. She had no idea what freedom would be like, but she knew it had to be better than the Queen.
Behind her, she heard the screams of slower slaves. She heard the mocking laugh of the Queen as she caught them, one by one. Zeta ran and pushed her way through the harsh forest but the screams seemed to get closer and closer.
Her naked body was so pale compared to the dark green bushes; Zeta feared that she could be spotted miles away. The unforgiving sun managed to penetrate the thick leaves just to boil her in heat. When she ran, her heavy breasts slapped against her flesh, alerting everyone to her location.
Zeta found a thick group of bushes to hide in while she caught her breath. A few minutes later, she saw a curious sight. A blonde woman crawled along the trail. The blonde wore a silver harness over her body made entirely of chains. The woman was looking around with a desperate expression on her face.
The crawling blonde looked at Zeta and smiled. Zeta was afraid that she was going to shout but instead the woman squeaked inarticulate sounds. The woman tried to stand and point but she fell over for some reason. Her squeaking was damn loud though.
“Did find another one, Selane?”
Zeta’s body shivered. It was the Queen!
Queen Erishella walked onto the path. She had the bizarre rifle in her hands and she was looking into the bushes where Zeta was hiding. The damn blonde woman was squeaking hysterically and pointing her hands right at Zeta’s position.
She had to run. Zeta knew her life was forfeit but she had to run. She broke from the bushes and ran as fast as she could. Heavy breasts bouncing against her skin, Zeta prayed for a quick death.
A whistling noise followed her. Thin wires wrapped around her body and Zeta fell to the ground. Wire wrapped around her body as she tried to stand. Her breasts ached as the wire wrapped tightly around her breasts. Her legs were hobbled as her ankles bound together. The wrapping cord tightened around her neck and Zeta struggled to breathe.
Queen Erishella walked up to her struggling body. Zeta looked up in helpless horror. The Queen’s pet crawled over to Zeta and looked at her with scorn. The Queen towered above them both in her leather clad glory.
“Stop struggling,” the queen commanded. “Let the contact anesthetics do their work.”
Zeta did as she was told. Sleep mercifully knocked her out.
Sleep faded away and Zeta awoke. She tried to move but it was impossible. She was on her back, with her arms and legs up in the air. They were bound to unmoving hover restraints. Zeta turned her head and saw that other harem slaves were similarly bound. They also had something on their bodies but from Zetas was, she couldn’t tell what.
A man came in her field of vision. He was enormously fat. He was sitting in a hover chair to support his immense girth.
“Hello, beauty,” the man said. “My name is Lareth. I will be your chef tonight.”
“Where am I?” Zeta asked.
“You are in the kitchen,” Lareth said. He floated over to her breasts. He squeezed one of them very roughly.
“Ow!” Zeta cried.
“Very plump yet firm,” Lareth said. “I think they could easily support a gavberry sauce.”
“By the Gods!”Zeta said. “Is the Queen a cannibal?”
Lareth laughed. “No, but she likes to eat what she catches.”
The fat man placed a red sponge in her mouth. Zeta tried to protest but the red sponge expanded and filled her mouth. She was gagged and couldn’t get it out. The sponge dripped a sweet juice into her open throat and she had no juice but to swallow it.
Lareth went to work on her body. He squeezed komolate icing onto her arms and legs, tracing intricate designs of skulls onto her flesh. He removed the hair from her sex and replaced it with dark shavings of draya candy. He whipped up a thick red gavberry sauce and covered her breasts till they resembled candy mountains. White cream was sprayed onto her thighs like the remains of a messy lover.
“Perfect,” Lareth said. “You are ready now.”
The hover restraints flew through the air, taking Zeta’s bound body with it. The motion was gentle enough that not a single drop on Zeta’s body fell.
Out of the kitchen and into a giant dining hall. Courtiers applauded as Zeta’s body was transported over the table. She looked down on the table and saw that other harem slaves fulfilled roles as other dishes. There was Delly, half submerged in giant gravy bowl. Here was Paxia, her body buried under breast shaped mountains of vegetables. Meats of varying thickness were crammed into poor Gammi’s various orifices. Each plate was a culinary delight and a slave’s nightmare.
Sitting at the head of the table was Queen Erishella. As Zeta’s restraints placed her in front of the Queen, Zeta looked between her gavberry sauced breasts to look at this mysterious Queen once more.
The Queen had shed her leathers and now wore a single woven purple scarf. The scarf snaked around her shoulders and came down to bind her breasts together in an impressive display of cleavage before stretching down to the Queen’s waist and out of Zeta’s sight. Zeta had to admit that Erishella looked more like a Queen than her former master ever looked like a Duke.
“A fitting dessert,” the Queen said. Zeta felt the Queen’s finger wipe some sauce from her nipple. She shuddered at the queen’s casual touch.
“Delicious,” the Queen said. Zeta felt a strange twinge of pride. What did she care if this wicked Queen approved?
She felt the Queen’s hot breath as the queen dipped her head between Zeta’s thighs. A flickering tongue licked the drops of cream on her thighs. Lick by lick, the Queen moved down to Zeta’s candy shaved sex. As each nibble came closer, Zeta could feel her sex clench in anticipation.
Zeta bit down hard on the sponge in her mouth. The Queen’s mouth was inches from her sex but the Queen choose to eat the candy shavings first. Zeta moaned in frustration as she felt the Queen’s mouth teasing her. Teeth would bite down so achingly close to her sex while the tongue would lick the candy instead of her clenching sex.
Finally the candy shavings were all gone. Zeta cried out as she felt the first flicker of the Queen’s tongue on her. She pulled against her restraints as the Queen devoured her. The Queen’s tongue reached deep inside Zeta while the royal lips nibbled at Zeta’s sex.
Through the haze of bliss, Zeta wondered if the strange liquid that was dripping from the sponge was causing her arousal. Perhaps she had been drugged to respond so strongly to this debasement. Zeta clung to that idea. It was better than considering that she was enjoying this humiliating ordeal simply because she liked it.
The Queen feasted on Zeta’s sex. The restraints held her as the Queen had her way with her. Long hungry licks attacked Zeta’s sex. Fast starving licks made her toes curl. Casual slow licks at the Queen’s discretion made Zeta whimper with need.
Zeta screamed her first orgasm but the sponge gag turned it into a barely audible muffle.
Zeta screamed her second orgasm as well but the sponge turned it into a whimper.
Zeta moaned her third orgasm but the sponge gag absorbed it all.
The Queen moved her head away and snapped her fingers. The hover restraints lifted Zeta’s body away from the table. With a sickening speed, the restraints carried her down many hallways and down many stairs before dropping her into a cell. The restraints flew off and the door slammed behind them.
Zeta collapsed on the floor. She pulled the sponge from her mouth and took a breath of air. Her stomach growled with hunger.
In the darkness of the cell, Zeta wiped her hand over her breast. She ate the gavberry sauce from her fingers. She nibbled on the komolate icing on her arm.
Zeta did not despair that she was spending the night in a dark cell, eating the leftovers from her body. She belonged to the Queen now.
There would be other games.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Siege of Varthik Castle
Every morning, the Euphorian Army opens fire on Varthik Castle. Batteries of explosive shells send forth their deadly volleys into the thick Invincimatium gates of the castle. A legion of Terror Tanks fire scorching laser beams to chip away minute fragments of the walls. Squadrons of soldiers lay down a day long constant storm of lasers, bullets and the occasional frustrated thrown dagger. Around night fall, the Euphorian Army withdraws to allow an orbital battle cruiser to send down earth scouring ion beams in an attempt to weaken the castle.
The Castle has stood for over five hundred years. It is the only part of the planet of Euphoria that is not under royal control. It has outlasted several Kings and Queens of the Skull Throne. All have tried to crack the walls but none have succeeded.
Ages ago, during the reign of Queen Jahoris, the wealthy family of Count Diop managed their vast wine farms from this castle. Count Diop was known for possessing three things without equal on the planet. One was his mighty fortress of a castle. Second was his great collection of wines and chalices. Last, was the beauty of his twin children. Diama was considered to be fairer than the moon itself, while her brother, Diax, was considered to be more handsome than the sun.
Queen Jahoris asked for Count Diop’s children as a present. She asked for them to be delivered to her so that she could make bed slaves of them. In her infinite mercy, she even vowed to return them when she was bored of them instead of marrying them off to generals or visiting dignitaries. It was a simple request.
In an act of great treason and disrespect, Count Diop refused. He sealed the gates of Castle Varthik while his personal army gathered before him.
The army of the count was destroyed within a month. The vineyards were given to more worthy nobles within a year. The name of Count Diop became a slang term for a frigid bitch within ten years. In fifty years, the last bottle of Diop wine was auctioned for a billion credits. Eighty years later, Queen Jahoris passed away from natural causes when a laser melted her brain inside her skull.
The Castle however, remained sealed.
Succeeding Kings and Queens continued to lay siege to the castle. Defiance is never forgiven. The Skull Throne always remembers those who insult it.
Some say that Castle Varthik must be an empty shell. Some of the soldiers who lay siege to it believe that the inhabitants of Castle Varthik must be dust by now. These same soldiers usually weep with hysteria when great cannons within Castle Varthik fire back and disintegrate unsuspecting battalions. This usually happens once every couple of decades. Something still moves within the castle.
There is hope however. The great Invincimatium gates have been slowly disintegrating over the years. Scientists predict that barely a meter of Invincimatium remains to be destroyed. With constant pressure and unrelenting military abuse, the gates might crack within the decade.
The current holder of the Skull Throne, Queen Erishella, has announced a national holiday when Castle Varthik finally falls. She has announced her plans to personally attend the breaching of the castle. Queen Erishella plans to honor her great grandmother by ordering the construction of gilded cages to house the remains of the Diop twins.
The Skull Throne can never be denied.
The Castle has stood for over five hundred years. It is the only part of the planet of Euphoria that is not under royal control. It has outlasted several Kings and Queens of the Skull Throne. All have tried to crack the walls but none have succeeded.
Ages ago, during the reign of Queen Jahoris, the wealthy family of Count Diop managed their vast wine farms from this castle. Count Diop was known for possessing three things without equal on the planet. One was his mighty fortress of a castle. Second was his great collection of wines and chalices. Last, was the beauty of his twin children. Diama was considered to be fairer than the moon itself, while her brother, Diax, was considered to be more handsome than the sun.
Queen Jahoris asked for Count Diop’s children as a present. She asked for them to be delivered to her so that she could make bed slaves of them. In her infinite mercy, she even vowed to return them when she was bored of them instead of marrying them off to generals or visiting dignitaries. It was a simple request.
In an act of great treason and disrespect, Count Diop refused. He sealed the gates of Castle Varthik while his personal army gathered before him.
The army of the count was destroyed within a month. The vineyards were given to more worthy nobles within a year. The name of Count Diop became a slang term for a frigid bitch within ten years. In fifty years, the last bottle of Diop wine was auctioned for a billion credits. Eighty years later, Queen Jahoris passed away from natural causes when a laser melted her brain inside her skull.
The Castle however, remained sealed.
Succeeding Kings and Queens continued to lay siege to the castle. Defiance is never forgiven. The Skull Throne always remembers those who insult it.
Some say that Castle Varthik must be an empty shell. Some of the soldiers who lay siege to it believe that the inhabitants of Castle Varthik must be dust by now. These same soldiers usually weep with hysteria when great cannons within Castle Varthik fire back and disintegrate unsuspecting battalions. This usually happens once every couple of decades. Something still moves within the castle.
There is hope however. The great Invincimatium gates have been slowly disintegrating over the years. Scientists predict that barely a meter of Invincimatium remains to be destroyed. With constant pressure and unrelenting military abuse, the gates might crack within the decade.
The current holder of the Skull Throne, Queen Erishella, has announced a national holiday when Castle Varthik finally falls. She has announced her plans to personally attend the breaching of the castle. Queen Erishella plans to honor her great grandmother by ordering the construction of gilded cages to house the remains of the Diop twins.
The Skull Throne can never be denied.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Daddy
I'll be your Daddy.
I'll spoil you rotten like you deserve. I'll discipline you when you go too far. I'll forgive every sin.
I'll teach you new games. You will learn to please, tease and delight me. I will call you princess. I will call you my girl. I will call you mine.
You will call me Daddy.
My arms will always be safe for you. My eyes will never judge your wickedness. My lips will always kiss you. My heart will always want you.
I will dress you. I will strip you. I will adore you with each thrust.
You will be Daddy's.
I'll spoil you rotten like you deserve. I'll discipline you when you go too far. I'll forgive every sin.
I'll teach you new games. You will learn to please, tease and delight me. I will call you princess. I will call you my girl. I will call you mine.
You will call me Daddy.
My arms will always be safe for you. My eyes will never judge your wickedness. My lips will always kiss you. My heart will always want you.
I will dress you. I will strip you. I will adore you with each thrust.
You will be Daddy's.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Fiction: Team Building
Ashley Wu stretched out her arms. The Von Madd Total-Blindfold was doing it’s job by completely blocking her vision. She had to reach the table of vibrators but after being spun around by the Human Resources trainer, Ashley was completely confused on where it might be. The fact that she was nude was distressing as well, but when you work for Von Madd Laboratories, the world’s greatest sex research company, being naked is an occupational necessity sometimes.
“To your left!” a woman’s voice yelled. That might have been Dr. Gersten. She was always quick to give orders.
“To your left!” a man’s voice said calmly. That might have been Dr. Ino. It had the same bored tone that she associated with the brilliant scientist. Ashley had the impression that her very existence bored him to excruciating levels.
“To your fucking left, you stupid cunt!” a woman’s voice yelled. Oh yes. That was definitely Dr. Cale. She was a genius in designing latex polymers but she had the social skills of a studded paddle.
“Now, now, Dr. Cale,” the Human Resources trainer, Bill, said. He had a soothing sexy voice that Ashley could listen to for hours. She wouldn’t mind having him explain the medical insurance seminar.
“We’re here to develop bonds for your upcoming Throwable Nipple Clamps project,” Bill said. “We need to encourage trust, not fear and terror.”
Ashley wasn’t sure what that meant but she didn’t care. She was used to the abuse. She was the youngest member of the team and they treated her like a kid sister their parents forced them to hang out with. Being a Doctor of Physics did not impress a group that already held an average of a dozen patents each.
She was blind as a bat as she tried to find her way to the vibrator table. Someone left the air conditioner on and the cold air was falling all over Ashley’s nude body. Her nipples were as hard as ice cubes and twice as cold. She wondered if her pubic hair was keeping her sex warm. She wondered if she could get permission from Dr. Von Madd to conduct a study on the warming effects of pubic hair.
“To your left, about thirty degrees, Dr. Wu,” Dr. Ino said.
Ashley forgot about pubic hair studies and turned slowly. How the fuck was she supposed to know when she has turned thirty degrees?
“Stop!” Dr. Gersten said. Her sharp tone froze Ashley in her place. It also made her a little wet, but that was something to be thought about later.
“Finally,” Dr. Cale said. “Now take seven steps forward, if you can count that high.”
“Dr. Cale,” Bill said with a touch of disappointment.
“Sorry,” Dr. Cale said. “I am sure you can count to at least seven, Ms. Wu.”
Ashley walked forward, on her sixth step, several voices yelled out for her to stop.
“Damn, you got long legs,” Dr. Cale said. For once, she didn’t sound like she was insulting her.
“Agreed,” Dr. Ino said. There was a slight touch of interest in his voice. “Dr. Wu, reach out to your right for the vibrator.”
Ashley hesitated. She had briefly seen the vibrators on the table before the blindfold was put on. There was a modest white six inch one, a rather large purple one and a monstrous red one that could plug a horse. She was pretty sure the red one was on the right.
“Now Dr. Wu, remember that you have to trust them,” Bill said. “Only by trusting in your partners can you really work together.
Ashley thought she heard a female snickering.
Biting her lip, Ashley decided to trust in her project partners. She put her hand out and felt cool plastic. As her fingers traced around the object, she moaned at the size that was becoming apparent. It had to be the red one.
“Now take two steps to the left, and put your hand down for the lube,” Dr. Gersten commanded.
“Really? You want her to have lube?” Dr. Cale said.
“She is going to have to be able to walk next week,” Dr. Gersten said. “We do have a prototype to make.”
“Well if you want her to walk, then yes, let’s have her lube up,” Dr. Cale said. There was obvious disappointment in her voice.
Ashley quickly took the two steps to the left before they changed their minds. She reached around till she found the bottle. She squirted some lube into her hand and rubbed it over the giant vibrator in her hand.
“Don’t forget to put some on your pussy,” Dr. Gersten said. It was the first thing she had said that didn’t sound like an order.
Ashley did as she asked. She squirted a healthy load into her hand and then rubbed it into her sex. Her fingers were slippery inside her sex and Ashley couldn’t help moaning.
“Moan a little louder,” Dr. Ino said. He sounded far more interested than he usually did.
Ashley plunged her fingers in deep. The moan that came out of her lips was entirely genuine.
“You better lay down for the next part,” Dr. Gersten said.
The cold floor smelled of disinfectant. Ashley shivered as her bare back pressed against the tiles. She had her knees up and opened her thighs without being told. The vibrator was in both hands and she positioned it right before her sex. She wasn’t sure if she was going to build any trust, but she was pretty sure she was about to be fucked.
“Slide just an inch,” Dr. Cale said.
Ashley groaned as the vibrator opened the lips of her sex. Obeying her project partners, she only allowed an inch inside her.
“She forgot to turn it on,” Dr. Ino said.
“Can’t have that,” Dr. Gersten said. “Turn the vibrator on, Dr. Wu.”
A touch of a dial and the vibrator roared to life. The giant toy sent waves of pleasure through her despite the minimal contact.
“She should play with her breast to enhance arousal,” Dr. Cale said.
“Yes, play with your nice small tit, Dr. Wu,” Dr. Ino said.
It was difficult to hold the vibrator with just one hand but Ashley did as she was told. She did smile at the small breast comment. Her A-cup breasts were small but Ashley was always proud of how aerodynamically perfect they were. She pinched her nipple and twisted it in her fingers. She twisted them with the same harshness that Dr. Von Madd when he gave her a job interview.
“Put two more inches into you,” Dr. Cale said.
Ashley cried out as the humming giant penetrated her. Her sex expanded as it tried to take in the massive toy. She squirmed on the cold ground but she kept pushing till she had taken the requested two inches.
“Amazing,” someone said. Ashley couldn’t tell who said. The fact that any of these scientists thought she did something amazing aroused her more.
“I think she can take another two inches,” Dr. Cale said.
“What? You must be using that non-Euclidian geometry again,” Dr. Gersten said. “Her frame is far too slender to handle two more inches, especially at that angle of tapering.”
“I agree but I do think she could handle another inch,” Dr. Ino said.
“Perhaps,” Dr. Cale said. “Dr. Wu, insert another inch.”
“Are you sure?” Dr. Wu said. The vibrations were doing wonderful things to her but she did have some concern for her internal organs.
“Now, now, Dr. Wu,” Bill said. “Trust in your teammates.”
Ashley spread her legs and pushed the vibrator in. Her sex stretched to accommodate the vibrating impalement. She felt like her body below her waist was undergoing some sort of sensation metamorphosis into a being of pure pleasure.
“She should pinch her clit,” Dr. Cale said.
“What? That would interrupt her enjoyment,” Dr. Gersten said.
“Oh I doubt it,” Dr. Ino chimed in. “Look at her. She is a classic case of a masochistic personality. The fact that we would demand it would make her orgasm.”
“I concur with my colleague,” Dr. Cale said. “I estimate a 90 percent chance of orgasm.”
“That high?” Dr. Gersten said. “Then I must explore your hypothesis. Dr. Wu, pinch your clit very hard.”
Ashley had bitten her lip throughout their discussion. She was surprised that they knew about her masochistic tendencies but at the same time, she was so turned on that they knew her that well. The fact that all three of them were standing around her, discussing her as she masturbated was arousing, but not as arousing as realizing they actually were treating her seriously.
She let go of her twisted nipple and reached between her legs. The vibrator hummed between her legs as her fingers found her clitoris. She was tempted to lightly pinch herself but she shook that thought off. She trusted her team. She pinched as hard as she could.
She screamed as her orgasm shook her body.
When Ashley had finished climaxing, the vibrator was taken from her hands. Somebody helped her to her feet and helped keep her standing when her knees refused to work at first. She was breathing hard form the orgasm, but she was energized by the progress her little group had made.
“Good work, team!” Bill said. “Now if you will bring Dr. Wu to the paddling bench, we can move on to the next team building exercise. Dr. Cale and Dr. Gersten, make sure you bring the strap-ons.”
Ashley moaned. She forgot that this was a six hour class.
“To your left!” a woman’s voice yelled. That might have been Dr. Gersten. She was always quick to give orders.
“To your left!” a man’s voice said calmly. That might have been Dr. Ino. It had the same bored tone that she associated with the brilliant scientist. Ashley had the impression that her very existence bored him to excruciating levels.
“To your fucking left, you stupid cunt!” a woman’s voice yelled. Oh yes. That was definitely Dr. Cale. She was a genius in designing latex polymers but she had the social skills of a studded paddle.
“Now, now, Dr. Cale,” the Human Resources trainer, Bill, said. He had a soothing sexy voice that Ashley could listen to for hours. She wouldn’t mind having him explain the medical insurance seminar.
“We’re here to develop bonds for your upcoming Throwable Nipple Clamps project,” Bill said. “We need to encourage trust, not fear and terror.”
Ashley wasn’t sure what that meant but she didn’t care. She was used to the abuse. She was the youngest member of the team and they treated her like a kid sister their parents forced them to hang out with. Being a Doctor of Physics did not impress a group that already held an average of a dozen patents each.
She was blind as a bat as she tried to find her way to the vibrator table. Someone left the air conditioner on and the cold air was falling all over Ashley’s nude body. Her nipples were as hard as ice cubes and twice as cold. She wondered if her pubic hair was keeping her sex warm. She wondered if she could get permission from Dr. Von Madd to conduct a study on the warming effects of pubic hair.
“To your left, about thirty degrees, Dr. Wu,” Dr. Ino said.
Ashley forgot about pubic hair studies and turned slowly. How the fuck was she supposed to know when she has turned thirty degrees?
“Stop!” Dr. Gersten said. Her sharp tone froze Ashley in her place. It also made her a little wet, but that was something to be thought about later.
“Finally,” Dr. Cale said. “Now take seven steps forward, if you can count that high.”
“Dr. Cale,” Bill said with a touch of disappointment.
“Sorry,” Dr. Cale said. “I am sure you can count to at least seven, Ms. Wu.”
Ashley walked forward, on her sixth step, several voices yelled out for her to stop.
“Damn, you got long legs,” Dr. Cale said. For once, she didn’t sound like she was insulting her.
“Agreed,” Dr. Ino said. There was a slight touch of interest in his voice. “Dr. Wu, reach out to your right for the vibrator.”
Ashley hesitated. She had briefly seen the vibrators on the table before the blindfold was put on. There was a modest white six inch one, a rather large purple one and a monstrous red one that could plug a horse. She was pretty sure the red one was on the right.
“Now Dr. Wu, remember that you have to trust them,” Bill said. “Only by trusting in your partners can you really work together.
Ashley thought she heard a female snickering.
Biting her lip, Ashley decided to trust in her project partners. She put her hand out and felt cool plastic. As her fingers traced around the object, she moaned at the size that was becoming apparent. It had to be the red one.
“Now take two steps to the left, and put your hand down for the lube,” Dr. Gersten commanded.
“Really? You want her to have lube?” Dr. Cale said.
“She is going to have to be able to walk next week,” Dr. Gersten said. “We do have a prototype to make.”
“Well if you want her to walk, then yes, let’s have her lube up,” Dr. Cale said. There was obvious disappointment in her voice.
Ashley quickly took the two steps to the left before they changed their minds. She reached around till she found the bottle. She squirted some lube into her hand and rubbed it over the giant vibrator in her hand.
“Don’t forget to put some on your pussy,” Dr. Gersten said. It was the first thing she had said that didn’t sound like an order.
Ashley did as she asked. She squirted a healthy load into her hand and then rubbed it into her sex. Her fingers were slippery inside her sex and Ashley couldn’t help moaning.
“Moan a little louder,” Dr. Ino said. He sounded far more interested than he usually did.
Ashley plunged her fingers in deep. The moan that came out of her lips was entirely genuine.
“You better lay down for the next part,” Dr. Gersten said.
The cold floor smelled of disinfectant. Ashley shivered as her bare back pressed against the tiles. She had her knees up and opened her thighs without being told. The vibrator was in both hands and she positioned it right before her sex. She wasn’t sure if she was going to build any trust, but she was pretty sure she was about to be fucked.
“Slide just an inch,” Dr. Cale said.
Ashley groaned as the vibrator opened the lips of her sex. Obeying her project partners, she only allowed an inch inside her.
“She forgot to turn it on,” Dr. Ino said.
“Can’t have that,” Dr. Gersten said. “Turn the vibrator on, Dr. Wu.”
A touch of a dial and the vibrator roared to life. The giant toy sent waves of pleasure through her despite the minimal contact.
“She should play with her breast to enhance arousal,” Dr. Cale said.
“Yes, play with your nice small tit, Dr. Wu,” Dr. Ino said.
It was difficult to hold the vibrator with just one hand but Ashley did as she was told. She did smile at the small breast comment. Her A-cup breasts were small but Ashley was always proud of how aerodynamically perfect they were. She pinched her nipple and twisted it in her fingers. She twisted them with the same harshness that Dr. Von Madd when he gave her a job interview.
“Put two more inches into you,” Dr. Cale said.
Ashley cried out as the humming giant penetrated her. Her sex expanded as it tried to take in the massive toy. She squirmed on the cold ground but she kept pushing till she had taken the requested two inches.
“Amazing,” someone said. Ashley couldn’t tell who said. The fact that any of these scientists thought she did something amazing aroused her more.
“I think she can take another two inches,” Dr. Cale said.
“What? You must be using that non-Euclidian geometry again,” Dr. Gersten said. “Her frame is far too slender to handle two more inches, especially at that angle of tapering.”
“I agree but I do think she could handle another inch,” Dr. Ino said.
“Perhaps,” Dr. Cale said. “Dr. Wu, insert another inch.”
“Are you sure?” Dr. Wu said. The vibrations were doing wonderful things to her but she did have some concern for her internal organs.
“Now, now, Dr. Wu,” Bill said. “Trust in your teammates.”
Ashley spread her legs and pushed the vibrator in. Her sex stretched to accommodate the vibrating impalement. She felt like her body below her waist was undergoing some sort of sensation metamorphosis into a being of pure pleasure.
“She should pinch her clit,” Dr. Cale said.
“What? That would interrupt her enjoyment,” Dr. Gersten said.
“Oh I doubt it,” Dr. Ino chimed in. “Look at her. She is a classic case of a masochistic personality. The fact that we would demand it would make her orgasm.”
“I concur with my colleague,” Dr. Cale said. “I estimate a 90 percent chance of orgasm.”
“That high?” Dr. Gersten said. “Then I must explore your hypothesis. Dr. Wu, pinch your clit very hard.”
Ashley had bitten her lip throughout their discussion. She was surprised that they knew about her masochistic tendencies but at the same time, she was so turned on that they knew her that well. The fact that all three of them were standing around her, discussing her as she masturbated was arousing, but not as arousing as realizing they actually were treating her seriously.
She let go of her twisted nipple and reached between her legs. The vibrator hummed between her legs as her fingers found her clitoris. She was tempted to lightly pinch herself but she shook that thought off. She trusted her team. She pinched as hard as she could.
She screamed as her orgasm shook her body.
When Ashley had finished climaxing, the vibrator was taken from her hands. Somebody helped her to her feet and helped keep her standing when her knees refused to work at first. She was breathing hard form the orgasm, but she was energized by the progress her little group had made.
“Good work, team!” Bill said. “Now if you will bring Dr. Wu to the paddling bench, we can move on to the next team building exercise. Dr. Cale and Dr. Gersten, make sure you bring the strap-ons.”
Ashley moaned. She forgot that this was a six hour class.
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Lusty Lady in Seattle
As a sex writer, I feel it is my duty to experience things regarding sex that I have not seen yet. When I encountered 'The Lusty Lady' across from the Seattle Art Museum, I felt it was my sacred calling to go check it out. I am an erotic writer; it would be negligent to my craft not to take a look.Who am I kidding? It was a peepshow and I'm a guy. I wanted to go.
The sign outside proclaimed "Clotheing Soon'. They are closing this year which only increased my urgency to go. According to the Seattle Stranger, the closing of Washing Mutual down the street really hurt their business. Curse you financial bank crisis!
After touring the Art Museum, my wife stayed at the cafe to rest while I popped over across the street. I opened the pitch black door and entered a rather brightly lit open lobby. I wish more places had that good of lighting. Sulking in shadows implies shame in my mind.
A woman behind a counter was on a microphone. She announced that a new dancer was taking the stage. A change machine was by the counter but it was out of order. DVDs and some sex toys were for sale but nothing like a souvenir. I guess t-shirts don't sell at peepshows.
Beside the counter, a group of Polaroid pictures were taped to the wall. The Polaroids showed smiling happy women not quite posing for the camera. I was intrigued by how none of them were striking a sexy pose. They were giggling or smiling in every picture. It looked less like a dancer catalog and more like a scrapbook at a sorority. I liked it.
Past the wall of pictures was a curious area. On the right was a wall of doors. On the left was another change machine and a box of tissues. I watched as a man came out of a door and grab a single tissue as he hurriedly walked out of the place. I wondered why he was getting a tissue AFTER seeing the peepshow but that's me.
Let me say something about the guys here. None of them made eye contact. All of them were walking as fast as humanely possible without running. All of them looked nervous as fuck. It was startling to me that I have anxiety issues and take medication for it, and yet I was the only relaxed person here. I guess going to all of those dungeon parties and being a sex writer does pay off.
Back to the wall of doors. The doors told you what options were available for each door. Some doors only accepted cash inside. Other doors allowed you to have a two way-mirror, and that cost extra. I didn't have much choice as the only door available was one with a one way mirror and accepted cash. Well, that made me feel dumb for getting five dollars of quarters.
The door opened into an area barely three feet square. I was extra careful not to touch a fucking thing. I wasn't really sure how anyone would be able to jack off here. The closet was pitch black except for the glowing cash receiver. I popped a dollar in and up went a sliding panel. Finally, I was watching a peepshow.
On the other side of the window was a large area that was as long as the row of closets that could watch. The area inside was paneled with mirrors, so if there wasn't a dancer in front of me, through the use of mirrors I could easily see where the dancers were. There were no stripped poles but there was a group of ingenious handrails around each window so that the dancers could hold onto them while gyrating in your face.
Unfortunately, the mirrored walls meant I could also perfectly see the guy who was looking through the two-way mirror closets. The guy I saw was a large Asian man who had his head tilted to the left. He didn't move a muscle but he had this rictus grin on his face. Thankfully the windows are high enough that I couldn't see his waist.
The dancers themselves were an interesting mix. There was a tall woman with Asian features but she was wearing a short blond wig that made her look like an even more exotic Clara Bow. There was an older redhead that was on the far side of the peep room. Last, there was a brunette with small breasts who was dancing with twice the enthusiasm of the others. 80's music played which didn't surprise me at all. It seems like all sex dancing music was written in the 80's.
The closest dancer was the blond and she was playing up to a window to my right. The brunette was dancing hard for someone to my left. I was surprised that there would be three dancers which was nice, but with their focus on other windows, I felt more like a voyeur watching someone else's danceshow than watching one for me. Perhaps that is the selfish dom in me speaking. I also wonder if there is a commercial reason. If a girl is not dancing for you, then you need to feed more money until she comes around for you.
I guess I should mention the rates. I beleive a quarter gets you thirty seconds, which is insane to my mind. I spent seven dollars in total which got me fourteen minutes total. That is a fucking steal in my mind. Perhaps it is too good of a deal and that is why they are closing.
The girls were nude except from microskirts that were used mostly to briefly cover their sexes before revealing them again. As a breast man, I was amused by how much of the dancing focused on their sexes. Every girl thrust their sex to the window, allowing the guy inside to study just how much pubic hair they had and the shape of their lips.
I also noticed something that I am tempted to call Richard's Law of Strippers. In any group of Strippers, there will be one dancer that performs with such enthusiasm that she makes the other girls look like they have blackmailed into performing. In this group it was the brunette and man, I wish I could hire her as a character for my stories. She smiled. She laughed. She bit her lip in such a way that you were almost tempted to beleive she was aroused. It wasn't that the other girls were bad, it was just that she sold the idea of being a stripper with a heart of gold.
I could be biased. She turned her attention to me and started crawling towards me. She couldn't see me but they must have a way of knowing which windows had occupants. She slowed down her dancing and grabbed the bars beside my window. She stopped dancing like she was in a club and danced like she was alone with me. Her body slow danced in front of me like an offering. Her eyes were half closed with intimacy. She looked right into the one way mirror with pleading on her face.
The window began to close. She must have known because her hand moved down her body parallel to the window. As it closed, I saw her hand go over her small breast, down her smooth belly and onto her sex. The window closed as her finger toyed with her pubic hair.
I applauded and regretted that she couldn't hear my clapping. More than likely she was annoyed that I didn't put more money in. I just wanted to end on that perfect note.
Before the window closed, I saw that a black girl had joined the group and the redhead had cycled out. I so appreciate racial diversity in my peepshows. The black girl was also wearing a teddy and some garters, so there is some variety in the clothing. I am all for variety.
I walked out of my closet and joined the group of men who were avoiding eye contact. I stopped by the wall of pictures to see if I could spot the brunette. The Polaroids didn't seem to match the girl I saw. Probably for the best.
I walked back over to the museum and rejoined my wife. She was annoyed that i spent seven dollars which cracked me up to no end. Considering that I have been to some places that charge 20$ just to get in the door, seven dollars was a miracle. The five dollars in quarters made up for it though as we finally had change for the bus.
For a more detailed article, I highly recommend this one by The Stranger. Possibly the best sex industry writing I have seen in awhile. The picture up top is also from the article.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Farewell, Seattle
Traveling really makes you understand where you came from. Being a small town boy from North Carolina, I thought Atlanta was like a mecca for liberal people. Atlanta pales in comparison to Seattle for liberal qualities. They recycle everywhere here. Pedestrians actually have the right of way. Public transit is friendly and makes sense. It is madness.
I realize now that Atlanta is like the gay uncle who is still married to his female wife and sometimes sneaks you a dirty movie, while Seattle is your gay cousin who performs as Lady Gaga every night at the bar.
The number of bookstores alone is staggering. People joke about there being a Starbucks everywhere but the bookstores outnumber them. These are used bookstores too. Lovely little untainted treasure troves of stacked out of print paperbacks for sale at ridiculous prices. I had to buy another piece of luggage to put all my books in. I picked up Eric Stanton, Roger Zelzany and more Fu Manchu novels than I care to admit. I think my Librarian characters might have to move here.
They also don't tell you how many chocolate stores there are here. This is how society was meant to operate. I eat dinner somewhere, then walk over to the confection shop and buy something incredibly delicious for under two bucks. I had a vanilla caramel that tasted like Venus came in my mouth. Oh man, it was divine.
Tonight I head back home. I do miss something they don't import here called sunlight. I seriously miss my cats. I miss sweat tea something fierce. I miss being able to write at my computer instead of this lovely laptop.
I'll see you next week.
I realize now that Atlanta is like the gay uncle who is still married to his female wife and sometimes sneaks you a dirty movie, while Seattle is your gay cousin who performs as Lady Gaga every night at the bar.
The number of bookstores alone is staggering. People joke about there being a Starbucks everywhere but the bookstores outnumber them. These are used bookstores too. Lovely little untainted treasure troves of stacked out of print paperbacks for sale at ridiculous prices. I had to buy another piece of luggage to put all my books in. I picked up Eric Stanton, Roger Zelzany and more Fu Manchu novels than I care to admit. I think my Librarian characters might have to move here.
They also don't tell you how many chocolate stores there are here. This is how society was meant to operate. I eat dinner somewhere, then walk over to the confection shop and buy something incredibly delicious for under two bucks. I had a vanilla caramel that tasted like Venus came in my mouth. Oh man, it was divine.
Tonight I head back home. I do miss something they don't import here called sunlight. I seriously miss my cats. I miss sweat tea something fierce. I miss being able to write at my computer instead of this lovely laptop.
I'll see you next week.
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Fiction:The Hung Horseman
I saw her ride into the town of Curveback. Being the town drunk, I didn’t have much else to do that afternoon. It was a good thing that I had only drank twelve whiskeys that morning because a sight like her needs to be seen with sober eyes.
She had long blonde hair the color of the Texas sun. A vest covered her giant tits but it did a poor job of it. Leather chaps covered her legs but they couldn’t hide how tightly those legs were wrapped around her horse. That was a woman who could ride damn near anything and come out on top.
The cowgirl rode right up to me. I stood up and offered her a drink from my bottle of whiskey. She took my bottle and opened her lips. Would you know that she took six inches of that bottle into her mouth and swallowed all of it’s contents? Damn, the girl had talent.
“My name is Texanah,” she said. She tossed the bottle back to me. “I hear you got yourself a ghost problem.”
“That’s right, ma’am!” I said. “We had ourselves a real Romeo type a few weeks back. His name was Big Bart and he was quite popular with the ladies. He had half the women in town and the only reason he didn’t have the other half was because he hadn’t gotten around to them yet. Why, he had a new woman every night and not a single one of those ladies blame him to the sheriff. The women would claim that they slipped and fell onto his manhood, or that they had fainted and he was trying to revive them with a French method. You know, that sort of thing.”
“And how did the menfolk take it?” Texanah asked.
“Well, they didn’t take it at all,” I said. “They got tired of Big Bart and decided to finish the problem. They dragged out of the bed of the school teacher and brought him to the town square. They strung up a rope and then they strung him up. They say his pecker was still hard and frustrated when they hanged him.”
“That is an essential part of the story, right?” Texanah said.
“Damn right,” I said. “Well, ever since we hung him, the ghost of Big Bart has come back. Every night he haunts and assaults a new woman in the town of Curveback. Only now, there ain’t nothing the men can do it about it! The Hung Horseman can’t be shot, beaten or hanged again. He’s a ghost now!”
“The Hung Horseman?” Texanah asked with a twinkle in her blue eyes. “Is that his new name now?”
“Kind of catchy, right?” I said. “Just because we are being haunted and our womenfolk dishonored is no reason to not have an interesting name for our local ordeal. Besides, we needed a good name for when we put out the reward posters. Five hundred dollars to the person who can get rid of the Hung Horseman!”
Texanah nodded. “This is Curveback’s lucky day,” she said. “I am going to bust your ghost once and for all.”
She had a simple plan. She set up her bedroll right in the middle of town square. While the town slept, she stripped down to butt naked. I knew this because my sleeping spot was right outside the town saloon and once you see Texanah strip down naked, it wakes your drunk ass right back up.
So there she was, lying on the ground as naked as a baby. The moonlight made her big breasts glow like smaller moons. She had her legs spread wide and it took all of my self control not to get up and go over there to crawl between them. She had her hat over her face but her blonde hair spilled around like a golden pillow.
That was when the Hung Horseman appeared. He rode out of the night sky on a horse as black as, well, night. On hooves of fire, the horse rode down from the sky and the Hung Horseman was riding him bare naked. The long rope of the noose dangled behind him for even in death he couldn’t be rid of the mob’s noose.
The Hung Horseman flew down to the ground and then he got off his spectral horse. He walked carefully over to Texanah’s nude body. His cock got hard and god damn! That thing was as long as the Rio Grande and twice as thick. Even though he was a ghostly manifestation of a dead man, I had to admire the healthy size of his side iron.
At this point, Texanah sat up. She put her hat on her head and looked at the Hung Horseman. They stared at each other for a minute.
“What the fuck you waiting for?” Texanah said. “Ride me, Horseman!”
The Hung Horseman laughed. It was a creepy evil laugh. It gave me the shivers just to hear it. He did what she said though. He got right down between her thighs and stuck that monster of a cock inside her.
Texanah didn’t even grunt. She just wrapped her legs around the Hung Horseman pulled him down onto her chest. Her heels kicked his ass to spur him into doing what he did best.
The Hung Horseman fucked her. Sweet Baby Jesus and his Mother Mary, did the Hung Horseman fuck her. His ass was a blur as he pounded into Texanah with all his might. The sound of cock entering pussy echoed through out the town as the Hung Horseman left her have it.
Texanah seemed to like it too. She let out a loud yoddle as he tore up that pussy. That was a scream of pure pleasure if I have ever heard one. Her heels kept kicking at him, urging him to go deeper and harder. The whole time her heels are kicking, she was screaming like a cat in heat.
Well, it wasn’t long before the Hung Horseman pulled out of Texanah. He stood up with that cocky grin that the women of Curveback knew so well. Texanah just laid there, breathing hard with her legs still spread.
The Hung Horseman headed back to his horse when Texanah called out to him.
“Hey, where you going?” she yelled. Texanah rolled over onto all fours. She shook her ass at him like a filly.
The Hung Horseman grinned and went back to her. He got down on his knees and slipped his rifle into her from behind. Texanah screamed again as he filled her. He grabbed her hair like they were reins and yanked her head back like she was an Injun bow. With her head pulled back like that, her wonderful breasts were pushed forward so I could admire them better.
He fucked her. He fucked her like a dog on the streets. He fucked her like a stallion taking his pick of the herd. He fucked her a supernatural ghost tearing up some pussy at the stroke of midnight. It was an awesome sight let me tell you.
Texanah took it. Hell, she kept asking for more.
“Harder, cowboy!” she would yell.
“Come on now, I heard you were good,” she would yell too.
“Damn, I’ve had city slickers fuck me harder!” she screamed at one point.
That just pissed the Hung Horseman off. He fucked her twice as hard till those pretty tits of hers were bouncing all over the place. Texanah stopped taunting him and started screaming as she came. She screamed three times before the Hung Horseman screamed his pleasure as well.
The Hung Horseman stood up on shaky legs. He stumbled back to his horse and was getting ready to ride off. That was when his noose yanked him off his feet and he landed on the ground.
Texanah was holding the other end. “I ain’t done with you yet,” she said.
Before the Hung Horseman could do anything, Texanah sat down right on his cock. This time he was the one that cried out as Texanah took back inside her insatiable pussy. She settled down on him like he was her favorite saddle. She wrapped his noose around her arm; making sure she had him by the leash.
I watched as Texanah fucked the Hung Horseman. Fuck, I thought he was fast but Texanah was like a damn tornado on his cock. Up and down she bounced; her blonde hair and big tits bouncing all around her. She used one hand to hold onto her hat as she fucked the shit out of the ghost.
Texanah screamed herself hoarse as she rode the Hung Horseman. I think the gal must have had a dozen orgasms. She rode him for hours, sometimes fast and vicious and sometimes real slow like as she grinded her hips on him. She rode him hard until the first rays of sunlight started to peek over the horizon.
“All right,” Texanah finally said. “I guess I am done with you.”
“Jesus Christ,” the Hung Horseman said. He got up on shaky legs and stumbled to his horse. Texanah had to give him a push up.
“Now don’t come back around here no more!” Texanah said. “You scaring the men folk!”
“Shit,” the Hung Horseman said. “I don’t think I will ever fuck again.”
“Good ghost!” Texanah said. She slapped the demon horse on the butt and it flew off into the sky. “Don’t make me come back to this shithole town!”
“Yes ma’am!” the Hung Horseman yelled from the sky.
After he flew off, Texanah walked over where I was sitting. I noticed she was walking real tender like and a little bow legged.
“Go wake up the sheriff,” she said to me. “Tell him I want my five hundred dollars. Then go to the saloon and tell them to get a tub of hot water ready for me.”
I nodded and started to get up. She grabbed me by the neck and told me one last thing.
“And get me some riding cream from the general store. That Hung Horseman name was mighty accurate.”
She had long blonde hair the color of the Texas sun. A vest covered her giant tits but it did a poor job of it. Leather chaps covered her legs but they couldn’t hide how tightly those legs were wrapped around her horse. That was a woman who could ride damn near anything and come out on top.
The cowgirl rode right up to me. I stood up and offered her a drink from my bottle of whiskey. She took my bottle and opened her lips. Would you know that she took six inches of that bottle into her mouth and swallowed all of it’s contents? Damn, the girl had talent.
“My name is Texanah,” she said. She tossed the bottle back to me. “I hear you got yourself a ghost problem.”
“That’s right, ma’am!” I said. “We had ourselves a real Romeo type a few weeks back. His name was Big Bart and he was quite popular with the ladies. He had half the women in town and the only reason he didn’t have the other half was because he hadn’t gotten around to them yet. Why, he had a new woman every night and not a single one of those ladies blame him to the sheriff. The women would claim that they slipped and fell onto his manhood, or that they had fainted and he was trying to revive them with a French method. You know, that sort of thing.”
“And how did the menfolk take it?” Texanah asked.
“Well, they didn’t take it at all,” I said. “They got tired of Big Bart and decided to finish the problem. They dragged out of the bed of the school teacher and brought him to the town square. They strung up a rope and then they strung him up. They say his pecker was still hard and frustrated when they hanged him.”
“That is an essential part of the story, right?” Texanah said.
“Damn right,” I said. “Well, ever since we hung him, the ghost of Big Bart has come back. Every night he haunts and assaults a new woman in the town of Curveback. Only now, there ain’t nothing the men can do it about it! The Hung Horseman can’t be shot, beaten or hanged again. He’s a ghost now!”
“The Hung Horseman?” Texanah asked with a twinkle in her blue eyes. “Is that his new name now?”
“Kind of catchy, right?” I said. “Just because we are being haunted and our womenfolk dishonored is no reason to not have an interesting name for our local ordeal. Besides, we needed a good name for when we put out the reward posters. Five hundred dollars to the person who can get rid of the Hung Horseman!”
Texanah nodded. “This is Curveback’s lucky day,” she said. “I am going to bust your ghost once and for all.”
She had a simple plan. She set up her bedroll right in the middle of town square. While the town slept, she stripped down to butt naked. I knew this because my sleeping spot was right outside the town saloon and once you see Texanah strip down naked, it wakes your drunk ass right back up.
So there she was, lying on the ground as naked as a baby. The moonlight made her big breasts glow like smaller moons. She had her legs spread wide and it took all of my self control not to get up and go over there to crawl between them. She had her hat over her face but her blonde hair spilled around like a golden pillow.
That was when the Hung Horseman appeared. He rode out of the night sky on a horse as black as, well, night. On hooves of fire, the horse rode down from the sky and the Hung Horseman was riding him bare naked. The long rope of the noose dangled behind him for even in death he couldn’t be rid of the mob’s noose.
The Hung Horseman flew down to the ground and then he got off his spectral horse. He walked carefully over to Texanah’s nude body. His cock got hard and god damn! That thing was as long as the Rio Grande and twice as thick. Even though he was a ghostly manifestation of a dead man, I had to admire the healthy size of his side iron.
At this point, Texanah sat up. She put her hat on her head and looked at the Hung Horseman. They stared at each other for a minute.
“What the fuck you waiting for?” Texanah said. “Ride me, Horseman!”
The Hung Horseman laughed. It was a creepy evil laugh. It gave me the shivers just to hear it. He did what she said though. He got right down between her thighs and stuck that monster of a cock inside her.
Texanah didn’t even grunt. She just wrapped her legs around the Hung Horseman pulled him down onto her chest. Her heels kicked his ass to spur him into doing what he did best.
The Hung Horseman fucked her. Sweet Baby Jesus and his Mother Mary, did the Hung Horseman fuck her. His ass was a blur as he pounded into Texanah with all his might. The sound of cock entering pussy echoed through out the town as the Hung Horseman left her have it.
Texanah seemed to like it too. She let out a loud yoddle as he tore up that pussy. That was a scream of pure pleasure if I have ever heard one. Her heels kept kicking at him, urging him to go deeper and harder. The whole time her heels are kicking, she was screaming like a cat in heat.
Well, it wasn’t long before the Hung Horseman pulled out of Texanah. He stood up with that cocky grin that the women of Curveback knew so well. Texanah just laid there, breathing hard with her legs still spread.
The Hung Horseman headed back to his horse when Texanah called out to him.
“Hey, where you going?” she yelled. Texanah rolled over onto all fours. She shook her ass at him like a filly.
The Hung Horseman grinned and went back to her. He got down on his knees and slipped his rifle into her from behind. Texanah screamed again as he filled her. He grabbed her hair like they were reins and yanked her head back like she was an Injun bow. With her head pulled back like that, her wonderful breasts were pushed forward so I could admire them better.
He fucked her. He fucked her like a dog on the streets. He fucked her like a stallion taking his pick of the herd. He fucked her a supernatural ghost tearing up some pussy at the stroke of midnight. It was an awesome sight let me tell you.
Texanah took it. Hell, she kept asking for more.
“Harder, cowboy!” she would yell.
“Come on now, I heard you were good,” she would yell too.
“Damn, I’ve had city slickers fuck me harder!” she screamed at one point.
That just pissed the Hung Horseman off. He fucked her twice as hard till those pretty tits of hers were bouncing all over the place. Texanah stopped taunting him and started screaming as she came. She screamed three times before the Hung Horseman screamed his pleasure as well.
The Hung Horseman stood up on shaky legs. He stumbled back to his horse and was getting ready to ride off. That was when his noose yanked him off his feet and he landed on the ground.
Texanah was holding the other end. “I ain’t done with you yet,” she said.
Before the Hung Horseman could do anything, Texanah sat down right on his cock. This time he was the one that cried out as Texanah took back inside her insatiable pussy. She settled down on him like he was her favorite saddle. She wrapped his noose around her arm; making sure she had him by the leash.
I watched as Texanah fucked the Hung Horseman. Fuck, I thought he was fast but Texanah was like a damn tornado on his cock. Up and down she bounced; her blonde hair and big tits bouncing all around her. She used one hand to hold onto her hat as she fucked the shit out of the ghost.
Texanah screamed herself hoarse as she rode the Hung Horseman. I think the gal must have had a dozen orgasms. She rode him for hours, sometimes fast and vicious and sometimes real slow like as she grinded her hips on him. She rode him hard until the first rays of sunlight started to peek over the horizon.
“All right,” Texanah finally said. “I guess I am done with you.”
“Jesus Christ,” the Hung Horseman said. He got up on shaky legs and stumbled to his horse. Texanah had to give him a push up.
“Now don’t come back around here no more!” Texanah said. “You scaring the men folk!”
“Shit,” the Hung Horseman said. “I don’t think I will ever fuck again.”
“Good ghost!” Texanah said. She slapped the demon horse on the butt and it flew off into the sky. “Don’t make me come back to this shithole town!”
“Yes ma’am!” the Hung Horseman yelled from the sky.
After he flew off, Texanah walked over where I was sitting. I noticed she was walking real tender like and a little bow legged.
“Go wake up the sheriff,” she said to me. “Tell him I want my five hundred dollars. Then go to the saloon and tell them to get a tub of hot water ready for me.”
I nodded and started to get up. She grabbed me by the neck and told me one last thing.
“And get me some riding cream from the general store. That Hung Horseman name was mighty accurate.”
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Science Fiction Musuem
The Science Fiction Museum is like visiting a friend's house where the wife has inexplicably allowed her husband to decorate the bathroom with memorabilia. There is an infectious amount of enthusiasm but it felt less like a museum and more like an the world's biggest fanboy attic.
I hope that doesn't come across as snarky because I really did like the place. Where else can you see the original Death Star, a Dr Who weapon and Farah Fawcett's dress from Logan's Run? There is a love for written science fiction that is overdue, and I got a special librarian thrill seeing books sealed behind cases and given a place of honor. I also got to drool longingly at Neal Stephenson's hand written draft for the Baroque Cycle.
My favorite item was tucked into a corner. It was the garden dome spaceship model from the movie, Silent Running. That thing is huge. Most of the spaceship models were much larger than I expected. These giant ships have an amazing level of detail that you just won't see in the movie or television show that they were in. The garden dome was tucked far away in the glass case but you could still spot the details from a distance. It was inspiring.
I have to say that it has me thinking about what the Ashbee Collection might look like.
I hope that doesn't come across as snarky because I really did like the place. Where else can you see the original Death Star, a Dr Who weapon and Farah Fawcett's dress from Logan's Run? There is a love for written science fiction that is overdue, and I got a special librarian thrill seeing books sealed behind cases and given a place of honor. I also got to drool longingly at Neal Stephenson's hand written draft for the Baroque Cycle.
My favorite item was tucked into a corner. It was the garden dome spaceship model from the movie, Silent Running. That thing is huge. Most of the spaceship models were much larger than I expected. These giant ships have an amazing level of detail that you just won't see in the movie or television show that they were in. The garden dome was tucked far away in the glass case but you could still spot the details from a distance. It was inspiring.
I have to say that it has me thinking about what the Ashbee Collection might look like.
Friday, June 04, 2010
Twilight Seattle
I am blogging from the mysterious and dim city of Seattle. Clouds shroud this place and mist greets the morning. On the other hand, I had a chicken picatta to die for last night so I think it is pretty awesome so far.
The architecture here is fascinating. Buildings cling to hills and go up. I have not seen a two story gas station yet but I feel it is a matter of time.
I may be posting more this weekend if I am not too exhausted from walking every damn where.
The architecture here is fascinating. Buildings cling to hills and go up. I have not seen a two story gas station yet but I feel it is a matter of time.
I may be posting more this weekend if I am not too exhausted from walking every damn where.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Fiction: Love Thyself
“Amazing,” Dr. Otto Von Madd said. “You are a remarkable likeness.”
“As are you,” the woman said. You said your name was Otto Von Madd? How interesting. My name is Octavia Von Madd, I was named after my great aunt, who pioneered lunar spelunking in 1917.”
“Interesting,” Otto said. “I was named for my uncle, who achieved the same thing in my reality.”
The two doctors looked at each other from opposite sides of the lab table. They both were wearing the same white laboratory coat as well as goggles with the same purple lenses. Otto was a few inches taller than Octavia but she made up for that with her abundant chest. Octavia had long brown hair that cascaded past her shoulders while Otto had an unruly mess of short brown hair.
“I like the goatee,” Octavia said.
“Thank you,” Otto said. “I was admiring the fullness of your lips.”
“I assume that we are sharing a temporary reality due to the nature of our experiments?” Octavia asked.
“That is my hypothesis as well.” Otto pointed at the green orb of energy that was floating above the table. “This solar powered vibrator was malfunctioning and producing very strange delpha waves. A minute later, you appeared.”
“How curious,” Octavia said. “I had a self-adapting testicle restraint device with a faulty mass adjuster and it was producing some very unusual fluctuations on an atomic level.”
“Ah, then I can assume that both of our malfunctioning devices are what bridged our worlds and caused this lab to share realities. “ Otto grinned at her. “I know for example that I do not possess a cock length chart in my laboratory.”
Octavia smiled back. “And I don’t have a cup that says ‘World’s Greatest Pussy Eater’ on my table. I believe our worlds are only overlapping in a very limited space.”
“Most likely our worlds will separate as soon one of our malfunctioning devices ceases malfunctioning in this reality bending synergy that is occurring. We should snap back at any moment.”
“I am curious if the effect could be reproduced,” Octavia said. “But the dual malfunctioning devices means there are millions of variables at play.”
“I suspect that our chances of ever reproducing this effect are quite astronomically low,” Otto said.
Octavia looked over her counterpart. “I estimate that we have only minutes left.”
They looked at each other. “We should fuck,” they both said.
“I mean, how often does one get to fuck themselves from an alternate reality?” Octavia said.
Otto was unzipping his pants. “We must do this for science. Also, you possess attributes that inspire a great amount of sexual excitement in me.”
Octavia threw open her lab coat and tore off her shirt. “You have the qualities of a highly preferable mating partner.”
“That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me,” they both said.
She reached down for his penis. He groaned as her fingers squeezed around certain pressure points.
“I am glad to know that my alternate self has a good size for a cock,” Octavia said.
He sunk his fingers into her firm breast. She groaned as his fingers did something clever with her nipple.
“I admit that I am relieved to know if I was born a woman, at least I would be busty,” Otto said.
Octavia hopped on the table. She spread her legs to reveal the thick bush of hair that Otto knew would be there. Some preferences are universal.
He slipped his cock into her. Octavia’s legs wrapped around his body and he kissed her ear. He breathed in her perfume and felt his cock throb with excitement.
“What is that lovely scent?” he asked.
“It is my own design,” Octavia said. Otto thrust inside of her and she moaned. She bit his ear and whispered the chemical formula to him.
Otto kept pumping. The table shook with the violence of his thrusts. The green glow where their experiments had intersected flickered for a moment. He suspected that they didn’t have much time left. His hips shifted and he thrust into her with a technique that he had perfected in college.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Octavia said. “What is this?” Her fingers curled against his back and dug fresh scratches into his skin.
“It is a motion I discovered from observing a counter weight pulley,” Otto said. He whispered the principles involved as his hips demonstrated the theory.
“I think I love me,” Octavia said.
“I love me too,” Otto groaned.
They climaxed together. Orgasms rippled through both of their bodies with a shocking intensity.
Their mouths found each other and they kissed. They kissed hard, exploring each the other's mouths. With the desperation that comes from knowing how limited their time was. They delighted in the contrasts while relishing their shared similarities.
POP
Otto fell onto the table as Octavia faded into nothingness. The solar power vibrator sat inert on the scan plate. He glanced over to the wall and saw that the cock size chart was gone as well.
He would remember her. He owed it to himself.
“As are you,” the woman said. You said your name was Otto Von Madd? How interesting. My name is Octavia Von Madd, I was named after my great aunt, who pioneered lunar spelunking in 1917.”
“Interesting,” Otto said. “I was named for my uncle, who achieved the same thing in my reality.”
The two doctors looked at each other from opposite sides of the lab table. They both were wearing the same white laboratory coat as well as goggles with the same purple lenses. Otto was a few inches taller than Octavia but she made up for that with her abundant chest. Octavia had long brown hair that cascaded past her shoulders while Otto had an unruly mess of short brown hair.
“I like the goatee,” Octavia said.
“Thank you,” Otto said. “I was admiring the fullness of your lips.”
“I assume that we are sharing a temporary reality due to the nature of our experiments?” Octavia asked.
“That is my hypothesis as well.” Otto pointed at the green orb of energy that was floating above the table. “This solar powered vibrator was malfunctioning and producing very strange delpha waves. A minute later, you appeared.”
“How curious,” Octavia said. “I had a self-adapting testicle restraint device with a faulty mass adjuster and it was producing some very unusual fluctuations on an atomic level.”
“Ah, then I can assume that both of our malfunctioning devices are what bridged our worlds and caused this lab to share realities. “ Otto grinned at her. “I know for example that I do not possess a cock length chart in my laboratory.”
Octavia smiled back. “And I don’t have a cup that says ‘World’s Greatest Pussy Eater’ on my table. I believe our worlds are only overlapping in a very limited space.”
“Most likely our worlds will separate as soon one of our malfunctioning devices ceases malfunctioning in this reality bending synergy that is occurring. We should snap back at any moment.”
“I am curious if the effect could be reproduced,” Octavia said. “But the dual malfunctioning devices means there are millions of variables at play.”
“I suspect that our chances of ever reproducing this effect are quite astronomically low,” Otto said.
Octavia looked over her counterpart. “I estimate that we have only minutes left.”
They looked at each other. “We should fuck,” they both said.
“I mean, how often does one get to fuck themselves from an alternate reality?” Octavia said.
Otto was unzipping his pants. “We must do this for science. Also, you possess attributes that inspire a great amount of sexual excitement in me.”
Octavia threw open her lab coat and tore off her shirt. “You have the qualities of a highly preferable mating partner.”
“That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me,” they both said.
She reached down for his penis. He groaned as her fingers squeezed around certain pressure points.
“I am glad to know that my alternate self has a good size for a cock,” Octavia said.
He sunk his fingers into her firm breast. She groaned as his fingers did something clever with her nipple.
“I admit that I am relieved to know if I was born a woman, at least I would be busty,” Otto said.
Octavia hopped on the table. She spread her legs to reveal the thick bush of hair that Otto knew would be there. Some preferences are universal.
He slipped his cock into her. Octavia’s legs wrapped around his body and he kissed her ear. He breathed in her perfume and felt his cock throb with excitement.
“What is that lovely scent?” he asked.
“It is my own design,” Octavia said. Otto thrust inside of her and she moaned. She bit his ear and whispered the chemical formula to him.
Otto kept pumping. The table shook with the violence of his thrusts. The green glow where their experiments had intersected flickered for a moment. He suspected that they didn’t have much time left. His hips shifted and he thrust into her with a technique that he had perfected in college.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Octavia said. “What is this?” Her fingers curled against his back and dug fresh scratches into his skin.
“It is a motion I discovered from observing a counter weight pulley,” Otto said. He whispered the principles involved as his hips demonstrated the theory.
“I think I love me,” Octavia said.
“I love me too,” Otto groaned.
They climaxed together. Orgasms rippled through both of their bodies with a shocking intensity.
Their mouths found each other and they kissed. They kissed hard, exploring each the other's mouths. With the desperation that comes from knowing how limited their time was. They delighted in the contrasts while relishing their shared similarities.
POP
Otto fell onto the table as Octavia faded into nothingness. The solar power vibrator sat inert on the scan plate. He glanced over to the wall and saw that the cock size chart was gone as well.
He would remember her. He owed it to himself.
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