There is a place you need to go to. It is located down the street behind the closed peep show, across the way from the lingerie store and behind the topless bar. Go down the alley but ignore the first door because that leads to the dungeon but you can go there later if you are into that sort of thing. It is the second door you want because that leads to the Library of Guides.
This is no ordinary library. You will realize that as soon as you see the shelves that stretch upwards into infinity. Don’t try to climb the ladders to the top because you will freeze to death or maybe die from the lack of oxygen. More than likely you will be killed by the fallen mummified remains of another person who climbed the stairs earlier and his bones have given out and are now falling on you. So, yes don’t do that.
For Dewey’s sake, don’t ask for the latest vampire love story or millionaire psychologically disturbed dominant. This isn’t that kind of a library.
This library has only one focus, and that is the secret sexual triggers, desires and weaknesses of every person, dead or alive. Your spouse has a book. You have a book. Everyone has a single book there. The book describes what that person really wants in bed and better yet, how to get them to do the things you want as well. Each book is a key that once read, will allow you to unlock their libido as easily as opening your closet door. Except of course, you will be opening their closet and understanding every curve of the skeletons within.
But first you have to go to the librarian but that should be no trouble at all. She’ll find you. You’ll recognize her from red rimmed glasses that red because they are made from a single ruby. You’ll know her by her amazing dark brown cleavage that will nearly explode from her tight wet button down shirt. You’ll know her by the way books close and put themselves back in the shelves when she walks by. You’ll know her by the grace of how she walks for she has been walking since man first wrote a word down and she has had a lot of practice. You’ll know.
The Librarian will ask you what book you want and that is the kicker. See, you can only borrow one book in your lifetime. You will borrow it for a second as the knowledge will fill your mind and you will achieve perfect sexual understanding of the person you have read about. You will return the book and the Librarian will send you on your way.
The question though is which book should you ask for?
Shall you ask for the book on your spouse? You will understand every desire they have, both known and unknown. You will know exactly what it takes to make them happy. You will be a Deity of Sex in their eyes. You will become everything they ever wanted in a lover.
Or will you ask for the book of a crush? You will be gifted with the intimate knowledge needed to sweep them from their feet. You will know their libido better than they know themselves. You will be perfect stranger who sweeps in and gives them the fuck of their lives.
Perhaps you want the book of an enemy. You want to know what makes them happy so that you can become their greatest desire. They will be helpless as you pluck away at the strings of their lust; making them dance to your song of revenge. No one will ever know them as well as your worse enemy.
Maybe you are the rare kind that asks for your own book. The Librarian will smile at you and you will never know if it was a smile of approval or restrained glee at your foolishness. You will discover yourself. You will know why you like that kind of haircut. You will learn secrets that are perhaps better kept from your mind. You will roll the dice and the knowledge will either destroy you or open your heart to pleasures unimagined.
So, which book will you choose?
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Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Father of Invention
Fortunately for me, Professor Elemental has a new album out. "Father of Invention" has done the impossible and that is be better than his first album, "The Indifference Engine". This album covers the usual weirdness like making a robot bride, creating ice cream from animals and apologizing for being British. He also sings the greatest song ever about owning a horse, a cautionary tale about going into the attic where all the old inventions are stored and an insightful essay about comedy, rapping and music. Best of all, he has a wonderful rap battle with long time nemesis, Mr. B that is a tribute to both of their skills.
I listen to a lot of silly music. Often the ambition of the musicians outshines the talent of the musician. Clever jokes are nestled in so-so music. Some musicians try to excuse poor workmanship by saying their music shouldn't taken seriously in the first place. That isn't the case with Professor Elemental. The music is top notch. The lyrics tell a story that fit with the beats. He applies the same level of craft as top billboard names. Heck, I would be willing to argue that he applies more craft because he loves what he does.
The Professor also has a one-shot comic book that is a delight and if that isn't enough, he now has a youtube series about his adventures. He is becoming the total package of entertainment.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Fiction:Strange Touch
I dreamed I was at work. Deadlines were looming and computers wouldn’t work. Everything was going to hell but for some reason, my coworker, Belinda, was grabbing my crotch. It felt good but I was worried about the mid-month report. It was a dilemma.
My eyes opened to the familiar darkness of my bedroom. My cat was pressed against the front of my legs. My pillow smelled like conditioner because laundry was today.
My cock was still being stroked. I smiled. My wife must have woken up and been in the mood. I could feel her arm reaching around my waist and touching my cock. Knowing fingers were under my sheets and pressing against my boxers. My cock throbbed against the flimsy material. The fingers closed around my cock, pulling and tugging as much as my boxers would allow.
I debated how long I should pretend to be asleep. Would she jerk me off? Would she roll me over and suck me? Or maybe she would mount me? I was curious how far this would go but also horny enough to just skip straight to the fucking.
That was when I realized I was facing inwards on my bed and my wife’s back was facing me.
I stiffened with fear. My cock kept throbbing.
Who the fuck was stroking my cock? I didn’t move. If I jumped, screamed or freaked out, the fingers of a stranger would still be touching my junk. A stroke could turn into a pull and rip in seconds.
The hand reached into my boxers and pulled my cock out. Oh fuck. How long had it been since someone other than my wife had touched my cock? It felt good. A warm palm rubbed the head of my cock. Fingernails danced through my pubic hair. A firm grip held the length of my cock just right.
I couldn’t help groaning.
My wife started to snore.
Who was holding my cock? Did some stranger sneak into our house? Did they sneak into our bedroom just to give me a handjob? Oh god, I hoped it was a woman.
I felt a body press into my back. I felt hard nipples press against my bare back. I felt the heat of a cunt against my ass. A shapely leg moved through the covers and over my leg.
Oh yes, that was definitely a woman.
The hand stroked faster. It was a dry stroke but I was horny enough to not care. Fuck, it felt good.
I did wonder who the hell it was. Did I have any friends who were psycho enough to do this? I didn’t think so.
The hand started to twist with every stroke.
Did I have a stalker? Was it some crazy woman who I didn’t even know? That didn’t seem right. Crazy people go after the really handsome guys, right?
The hand pulled my cock straight out from my body. It stroked harder, daring me to make a mess in my sheets.
Wait, was this a ghost thing? Was I being haunted? The tits in my back felt warm. Ghosts were cold, weren’t they?
The hand stroked faster. My ass clenched. My back arched and pressed back against the unknown tits behind me. Questions fled my mind. I didn’t care anymore. It felt too good.
I climaxed. My cock emptied a mess into the sheets. I bit my pillow to keep from crying out. The hand milked every drop from my cock until finally releasing me.
My wife kept snoring. My cock and the sheets were a sticky wet mess. The hand moved away and the tits were gone from my back. I was sated and thinking a little clearer, but I was also sated and too blessed to move.
Something hot whispered in my ear.
“Don’t tell.”
So I didn’t.
My eyes opened to the familiar darkness of my bedroom. My cat was pressed against the front of my legs. My pillow smelled like conditioner because laundry was today.
My cock was still being stroked. I smiled. My wife must have woken up and been in the mood. I could feel her arm reaching around my waist and touching my cock. Knowing fingers were under my sheets and pressing against my boxers. My cock throbbed against the flimsy material. The fingers closed around my cock, pulling and tugging as much as my boxers would allow.
I debated how long I should pretend to be asleep. Would she jerk me off? Would she roll me over and suck me? Or maybe she would mount me? I was curious how far this would go but also horny enough to just skip straight to the fucking.
That was when I realized I was facing inwards on my bed and my wife’s back was facing me.
I stiffened with fear. My cock kept throbbing.
Who the fuck was stroking my cock? I didn’t move. If I jumped, screamed or freaked out, the fingers of a stranger would still be touching my junk. A stroke could turn into a pull and rip in seconds.
The hand reached into my boxers and pulled my cock out. Oh fuck. How long had it been since someone other than my wife had touched my cock? It felt good. A warm palm rubbed the head of my cock. Fingernails danced through my pubic hair. A firm grip held the length of my cock just right.
I couldn’t help groaning.
My wife started to snore.
Who was holding my cock? Did some stranger sneak into our house? Did they sneak into our bedroom just to give me a handjob? Oh god, I hoped it was a woman.
I felt a body press into my back. I felt hard nipples press against my bare back. I felt the heat of a cunt against my ass. A shapely leg moved through the covers and over my leg.
Oh yes, that was definitely a woman.
The hand stroked faster. It was a dry stroke but I was horny enough to not care. Fuck, it felt good.
I did wonder who the hell it was. Did I have any friends who were psycho enough to do this? I didn’t think so.
The hand started to twist with every stroke.
Did I have a stalker? Was it some crazy woman who I didn’t even know? That didn’t seem right. Crazy people go after the really handsome guys, right?
The hand pulled my cock straight out from my body. It stroked harder, daring me to make a mess in my sheets.
Wait, was this a ghost thing? Was I being haunted? The tits in my back felt warm. Ghosts were cold, weren’t they?
The hand stroked faster. My ass clenched. My back arched and pressed back against the unknown tits behind me. Questions fled my mind. I didn’t care anymore. It felt too good.
I climaxed. My cock emptied a mess into the sheets. I bit my pillow to keep from crying out. The hand milked every drop from my cock until finally releasing me.
My wife kept snoring. My cock and the sheets were a sticky wet mess. The hand moved away and the tits were gone from my back. I was sated and thinking a little clearer, but I was also sated and too blessed to move.
Something hot whispered in my ear.
“Don’t tell.”
So I didn’t.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Fiction: Space Maids
Explorer’s Log: I am on day seven of my ten day voyage to the star system designated “Ecstasy of the Queen’s Kiss” by Royal Astronomers. I have finished compiling the geological data of the last system I visited and can now begin working on the solar wind map for this area. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: Let me tell you how bored I get during travel between star systems. I am so bored, that I am actually happy to be mapping solar winds. That is how fucking bored I am.
Vaquel Di sat in the navigation chair as she worked on the solar map. The chair in the Deskwork Pod was far more comfortable and the work screen there was three times as big as the one in the Navigation Pod, but there was zero view. At least here in the Navigation Pod, Vaquel could look out the main screen and see the stars. It made her feel slightly less alone.
Only slightly though. The stars made for poor company. They didn’t appreciate that Vaquel was sitting in her chair topless. The stars couldn’t compliment her on her lovely full brown breasts. The stars couldn’t comment on the short pink hair that framed her face. The stars didn’t notice that she was wearing a green shiny thong that barely held in her thick bush of pink pubic hair. The stars couldn’t flirt.
But the stars could distract Vaquel. She would type in a few solar calculations and then look out the window as the numbers were plotted. The pinpoints of light would inspire her to wonder what was out there. Maybe handsome alien men with cocks as thick as her fist? Perhaps splendid pleasure worlds dedicated to serving the first alien to come by? Or maybe other horny space travelers like herself, eager to exchange information at the biological level?
“Beep!” the computer was done with plotting the math. It was time to punch in some more numbers.
Vaquel looked down and then quickly back up. She thought she saw something out the window.
There. Something purple was out there in space. A tiny little light, it could be anything from a distant star to a nearby bit of space refuse.
Wait, it moved. It was now on the left side of the screen. Vaquel frowned. The Probe Ship was travelling at FTL speeds. For something to move that quickly, they had to have superior technology.
Another light appeared. It was purple too. It was beside the first light.
Vaquel checked the scanners. They detected nothing.
She looked back up and jumped out of her seat. There were people ON the navigation window.
They were women. They were purple and glowing but they were undeniably women. Their pert breasts floated in the zero gravity of space. Smooth thighs tapered down bare legs. Dark purple hair floated around smiling feminine faces. Bright purple eyes that should be frozen shut in the cold vacuum of space looked down on her.
“I’m hallucinating,” Vaquel said. That was the only explanation. She sat back down n the chair. Despite the purple coloring of the women, their bodies were perfectly normal. There were like women out of a late night wet dream.
The purple woman on the right taped on the glass. The purple woman on the left motioned with her hand for Vaquel to come out. They wanted her to join them.
It was impossible. The deep space probe was still in FTL mode. If Vaquel stepped out there, she would be ripped apart by cosmic forces she barely understood in explorer class. Technically, these women should be torn apart but they weren’t. Vaquel didn’t understand that either.
The women smiled at Vaquel. The one on the left pointed at Vaquel’s breasts and then grabbed her own breast. Vaquel could tell by the motion of the alien’s hands that the alien admired how much bigger Vaquel was.
It made Vaquel feel warm inside.
The alien woman on the right pointed at Vaquel’s hair and sighed. She touched her own hair and Vaquel could see that the alien wished she had Vaquel’s hair.
It made Vaquel feel pretty.
The alien pressed themselves flat against the navigation window. Their pert breasts were crushed against the screen. Dark purple nipples rubbed back and forth.
Vaquel reached out. Her hand stopped at the glass but she placed her hand over one of their smashed breasts. The alien woman giggled soundlessly on the other side. The other purple woman pouted until Vaquel put up her hand to faux touch the other alien’s breast.
Vaquel had forgotten how good jealousy felt.
The alien women licked their lips and then turned to kiss each other. Vaquel watched as the two women took their time exploring each other’s mouths. They kissed for an eternity outside in space.
Vaquel debated slowing down. Maybe if she dropped out of FTL speeds, she could suit up and be outside with the women. Or better yet, maybe she could invite them in?
She dismissed the idea. This shouldn’t even be possible. The alien women should be comic dust splattered across her navigation window. Vaquel didn’t understand anything about them. If she stopped the ship, the women might disappear altogether.
The two alien women broke their kiss and looked down at Vaquel. Both of them sat up right, their purple asses pressed against the window. They spread their legs to reveal the intimate space of their sexes.
Vaquel looked closer. The alien women had sexes just like Vaquel’s, except for Vaquel’s pubic hair. They had tender lips and yes, one of them just spread herself open to show that the inside was similar as well.
Vaquel moaned. It had been a long time since she tasted a woman. She wanted to crawl between those purple thighs to lick, lick, lick and lick until her tongue went numb.
The alien woman on the left pointed at Vaquel and than at her sex. She wanted to see what Vaquel had.
Heat rose to Vaquel’s cheeks. She was blushing. She stood up out of her chair and hooked her fingers around the waistband of her green thong. She slid her thong down over her thick thighs. She kicked the thong off and ran her fingers through the thick bush of her pubic hair.
The alien women giggled. Their eyes grew wider and the smiled. The one on the left stuck out her tongue and licked the air. The other one blew Vaquel’s sex a kiss.
Vaquel shuddered from the attention.
The alien on the left reached for the sex of the one on the right. The other alien returned the favor. Both aliens stroked the sexes of the other.
Both aliens pointed at Vaquel’s sex. They begged Vaquel with their eyes.
Vaquel sat back down in the navigation chair. She spread her brown thighs and gave the purple women a good view. She used both hands to stroke her sex.
The purple women moaned silently on the other side of the window. They stroked each other faster. Their purple hands rubbed furiously at bare purple sexes.
Vaquel stroked herself faster too. She didn’t understand what they were but she didn’t care. They were beautiful. Vaquel couldn’t be with them but she could share this moment with them. It would have to be enough.
The purple women kissed each other. They stroked each other while their mouths merged. Vaquel watched as their kissing became more passionate. She moaned as their hands moved to grope breasts, asses and thighs.
One of the purple women moved her mouth down to the sex of the other. Vaquel cried out with anticipation as the woman licked at the purple sex. The woman being licked cried out as well but if she made any sound then Vaquel couldn’t hear it from this side of the glass. The woman being licked opened her eyes and looked at Vaquel. They smiled at each other.
Vaquel moaned. She hooked both of her legs over the arms of the chair to spread herself as wide as possible. One hand went to her clitoris while the other hand went deep into her sex. She fucked and stroked herself under the purple woman’s watchful eyes.
The purple women traded places. The one who was being licked was now between the other’s thighs. The woman being licked rolled over onto her side, trapping her lover’s face between her thighs. One purple breast was smashed against the navigation screen as she looked down at Vaquel. Her eyes were half closed with bliss but she kept watching the brown space explorer.
Vaquel stroked. The purple woman humped the face of the other woman. Vaquel looked into the purple eyes of the woman and she felt a shiver run down her body. The purple woman wanted her as badly as Vaquel wanted her. Vaquel stroked faster as the purple woman rode the face of her friend.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her climax was all consuming. Her ass lifted off the chair as her knees clenched the chair arms. She rubbed her clitoris in a blur as she rode out the spasm.
The purple woman climaxed too. Light spilled from her mouth as her fingers scratched against the navigation window. Her thighs were tight around the head of her lover as she laid her head against the window.
On shaky legs, Vaquel stood up. She kissed the window where the purple woman’s mouth was.
Vaquel felt a warm tingle on her lips.
The purple woman released the woman between her legs. The other woman pressed her mouth against the window. Vaquel kissed her as well.
Another tingle went through her lips.
The purple women waved at Vaquel. She waved back at them.
Giant wings of purple energy appeared on their back. The wings fluttered once, twice and then both women were gone. There were twin pinpoints of light off in the distance and then even that was gone.
Vaquel sat back in her chair. Space didn’t seem so empty anymore.
Explorer’s Personal Log: Let me tell you how bored I get during travel between star systems. I am so bored, that I am actually happy to be mapping solar winds. That is how fucking bored I am.
Vaquel Di sat in the navigation chair as she worked on the solar map. The chair in the Deskwork Pod was far more comfortable and the work screen there was three times as big as the one in the Navigation Pod, but there was zero view. At least here in the Navigation Pod, Vaquel could look out the main screen and see the stars. It made her feel slightly less alone.
Only slightly though. The stars made for poor company. They didn’t appreciate that Vaquel was sitting in her chair topless. The stars couldn’t compliment her on her lovely full brown breasts. The stars couldn’t comment on the short pink hair that framed her face. The stars didn’t notice that she was wearing a green shiny thong that barely held in her thick bush of pink pubic hair. The stars couldn’t flirt.
But the stars could distract Vaquel. She would type in a few solar calculations and then look out the window as the numbers were plotted. The pinpoints of light would inspire her to wonder what was out there. Maybe handsome alien men with cocks as thick as her fist? Perhaps splendid pleasure worlds dedicated to serving the first alien to come by? Or maybe other horny space travelers like herself, eager to exchange information at the biological level?
“Beep!” the computer was done with plotting the math. It was time to punch in some more numbers.
Vaquel looked down and then quickly back up. She thought she saw something out the window.
There. Something purple was out there in space. A tiny little light, it could be anything from a distant star to a nearby bit of space refuse.
Wait, it moved. It was now on the left side of the screen. Vaquel frowned. The Probe Ship was travelling at FTL speeds. For something to move that quickly, they had to have superior technology.
Another light appeared. It was purple too. It was beside the first light.
Vaquel checked the scanners. They detected nothing.
She looked back up and jumped out of her seat. There were people ON the navigation window.
They were women. They were purple and glowing but they were undeniably women. Their pert breasts floated in the zero gravity of space. Smooth thighs tapered down bare legs. Dark purple hair floated around smiling feminine faces. Bright purple eyes that should be frozen shut in the cold vacuum of space looked down on her.
“I’m hallucinating,” Vaquel said. That was the only explanation. She sat back down n the chair. Despite the purple coloring of the women, their bodies were perfectly normal. There were like women out of a late night wet dream.
The purple woman on the right taped on the glass. The purple woman on the left motioned with her hand for Vaquel to come out. They wanted her to join them.
It was impossible. The deep space probe was still in FTL mode. If Vaquel stepped out there, she would be ripped apart by cosmic forces she barely understood in explorer class. Technically, these women should be torn apart but they weren’t. Vaquel didn’t understand that either.
The women smiled at Vaquel. The one on the left pointed at Vaquel’s breasts and then grabbed her own breast. Vaquel could tell by the motion of the alien’s hands that the alien admired how much bigger Vaquel was.
It made Vaquel feel warm inside.
The alien woman on the right pointed at Vaquel’s hair and sighed. She touched her own hair and Vaquel could see that the alien wished she had Vaquel’s hair.
It made Vaquel feel pretty.
The alien pressed themselves flat against the navigation window. Their pert breasts were crushed against the screen. Dark purple nipples rubbed back and forth.
Vaquel reached out. Her hand stopped at the glass but she placed her hand over one of their smashed breasts. The alien woman giggled soundlessly on the other side. The other purple woman pouted until Vaquel put up her hand to faux touch the other alien’s breast.
Vaquel had forgotten how good jealousy felt.
The alien women licked their lips and then turned to kiss each other. Vaquel watched as the two women took their time exploring each other’s mouths. They kissed for an eternity outside in space.
Vaquel debated slowing down. Maybe if she dropped out of FTL speeds, she could suit up and be outside with the women. Or better yet, maybe she could invite them in?
She dismissed the idea. This shouldn’t even be possible. The alien women should be comic dust splattered across her navigation window. Vaquel didn’t understand anything about them. If she stopped the ship, the women might disappear altogether.
The two alien women broke their kiss and looked down at Vaquel. Both of them sat up right, their purple asses pressed against the window. They spread their legs to reveal the intimate space of their sexes.
Vaquel looked closer. The alien women had sexes just like Vaquel’s, except for Vaquel’s pubic hair. They had tender lips and yes, one of them just spread herself open to show that the inside was similar as well.
Vaquel moaned. It had been a long time since she tasted a woman. She wanted to crawl between those purple thighs to lick, lick, lick and lick until her tongue went numb.
The alien woman on the left pointed at Vaquel and than at her sex. She wanted to see what Vaquel had.
Heat rose to Vaquel’s cheeks. She was blushing. She stood up out of her chair and hooked her fingers around the waistband of her green thong. She slid her thong down over her thick thighs. She kicked the thong off and ran her fingers through the thick bush of her pubic hair.
The alien women giggled. Their eyes grew wider and the smiled. The one on the left stuck out her tongue and licked the air. The other one blew Vaquel’s sex a kiss.
Vaquel shuddered from the attention.
The alien on the left reached for the sex of the one on the right. The other alien returned the favor. Both aliens stroked the sexes of the other.
Both aliens pointed at Vaquel’s sex. They begged Vaquel with their eyes.
Vaquel sat back down in the navigation chair. She spread her brown thighs and gave the purple women a good view. She used both hands to stroke her sex.
The purple women moaned silently on the other side of the window. They stroked each other faster. Their purple hands rubbed furiously at bare purple sexes.
Vaquel stroked herself faster too. She didn’t understand what they were but she didn’t care. They were beautiful. Vaquel couldn’t be with them but she could share this moment with them. It would have to be enough.
The purple women kissed each other. They stroked each other while their mouths merged. Vaquel watched as their kissing became more passionate. She moaned as their hands moved to grope breasts, asses and thighs.
One of the purple women moved her mouth down to the sex of the other. Vaquel cried out with anticipation as the woman licked at the purple sex. The woman being licked cried out as well but if she made any sound then Vaquel couldn’t hear it from this side of the glass. The woman being licked opened her eyes and looked at Vaquel. They smiled at each other.
Vaquel moaned. She hooked both of her legs over the arms of the chair to spread herself as wide as possible. One hand went to her clitoris while the other hand went deep into her sex. She fucked and stroked herself under the purple woman’s watchful eyes.
The purple women traded places. The one who was being licked was now between the other’s thighs. The woman being licked rolled over onto her side, trapping her lover’s face between her thighs. One purple breast was smashed against the navigation screen as she looked down at Vaquel. Her eyes were half closed with bliss but she kept watching the brown space explorer.
Vaquel stroked. The purple woman humped the face of the other woman. Vaquel looked into the purple eyes of the woman and she felt a shiver run down her body. The purple woman wanted her as badly as Vaquel wanted her. Vaquel stroked faster as the purple woman rode the face of her friend.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her climax was all consuming. Her ass lifted off the chair as her knees clenched the chair arms. She rubbed her clitoris in a blur as she rode out the spasm.
The purple woman climaxed too. Light spilled from her mouth as her fingers scratched against the navigation window. Her thighs were tight around the head of her lover as she laid her head against the window.
On shaky legs, Vaquel stood up. She kissed the window where the purple woman’s mouth was.
Vaquel felt a warm tingle on her lips.
The purple woman released the woman between her legs. The other woman pressed her mouth against the window. Vaquel kissed her as well.
Another tingle went through her lips.
The purple women waved at Vaquel. She waved back at them.
Giant wings of purple energy appeared on their back. The wings fluttered once, twice and then both women were gone. There were twin pinpoints of light off in the distance and then even that was gone.
Vaquel sat back in her chair. Space didn’t seem so empty anymore.
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Fiction: Night School For Bad Boys
The school bell rang and a chill went down my spine. My cock also throbbed.
It was after nine and my wife was watching television. She was immersed in reality shows and fake lives. I knew she didn’t hear the bell. It was not meant for her.
“I’m heading out,” I told her and she didn’t ask me where I was going. She was used to my late night trips. There were never any questions from her. It was why we were still married.
The school bell was still ringing as I went outside. I stood in my yard and looked for the school. This time it was down the street. It lurked beside the bus stop.
Other men were already heading towards it. I didn’t recognize any of them, which I never do. I am not sure if my fellow students even live here.
The bell kept ringing until I stepped inside. It was a single room school. A chalkboard loomed behind a white desk. A poster admonished little boys to be good. A map of the world covered one wall but none of the continents looked right. A cabinet of skulls sat in a corner but none of us would look at it.
The men lined up at the white desk. We each dropped something off as we walked by. The man in front of me put down a hundred dollars. I put down a knife I had bought this week. It was our tribute, our bribe or maybe our penance.
We undressed and took our seats. We stuffed our clothes inside our desks. The cold seat was hard and unforgiving on my ass
I fidgeted like most of the men there. My fingers traced the marks on the desk top that were left by thousand of students. I read carved confessions and scribbled pleas for help. I read names that I could barely believe. I saw the word I clawed one day with my fingernails.
When the last man was seated, Ms. Erie came in. She was in a white dress that glowed in the dark class room. The dress contrasted with her brown skin and night black hair. Silver rimmed glasses aided the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. A faint coat of white lipstick decorated dark lips. As usual, she carried a crop decorated with the head of a unicorn. The unicorn’s horn was stained with blood.
“Good evening, class,” Ms. Erie said. Her accent was Polynesian. I knew this because I had spent the last six years trying to place it.
“Good evening, Ms. Erie,” we all said in unison. The student to my left began to shake.
“I hope you all have been working on your assignments,” Ms. Erie said.
The student to my left started openly crying. A student behind me started to pray. Another student at the end of my row started to slam his head into his desk.
“Stop that,” Ms. Erie said gently and the student stopped slamming his head. There was blood on his face.
“I guess we shall begin with you, Jeffery,” Ms. Erie said, turning to the crying student beside me.
Jeffery shook his head.
“Did you stop stealing setting up cameras in women’s bathrooms?” Ms. Erie asked.
Jeffery shook his head.
“How many pictures have you taken of women since last class?” Ms. Erie asked.
Jeffery wailed. “Three thousand and fourteen,” he said. I don’t think he even knew the number until Ms. Erie asked him.
Ms. Erie shook her head. “Very naughty. I am so disappointed in you. I thought we had made good progress. I see that you need more Education.”
Jeffery cried and stood up. He walked around his desk and bent over it. His face was so pale.
“Education, you may begin,” Ms. Erie said.
The crop flew from her hand. It struck Jeffery with a hiss as it cut through the air.
Jeffery screamed. The crop kept hitting him. Welts appeared on his ass, followed by blood. He screamed and screamed and screamed. It was horrible.
It was what he deserved.
After an eternity, Ms. Erie held out her hand and Education returned to it. I was close enough to see the Unicorn head and I saw that it was smiling.
“Jeffery, your next assignment is to remove all of the cameras you have hidden, and I do mean all of them. Understand?”
“Yes, Ms. Erie,” he said barely. His voice was hoarse from all of his screaming.
“Now what about you, Charles?” Ms. Erie said directly to me.
I swallowed. “I have tried my best,” I said.
Ms. Erie smiled. “I shall be the judge of that. Have you killed since last class?”
“No, Ms. Erie,” I said and it was the truth. You couldn’t say anything else to her.
“And do you have someone you would like to kill?” Ms. Erie asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “There is a woman at my bank. I have followed her a few times. I know where she lives. I know that she is alone.”
“And do you still keep that special bag in your car?” Ms Erie asked.
“No,” I said. “It is still in my basement, where you told me to keep it.”
“Good,” Ms. Erie said. “I want to keep your vow of not killing. Your next assignment is to stop following this girl. Follow another if you want, but you must never see this girl again, do you understand me?”
My eyes darted to Education. “Yes,” I said.
“Your other assignment is to take something out of your bag and throw it away. Don’t replace it. Do you understand this assignment?”
“Yes,” I said but it hurt. My bag had all my favorite tools. I had so many memories. One item? Which item? This would be hard.
“Good, I think you have earned a B then,” Ms. Erie said.
I let out a ragged breath that I didn’t know I was holding. A B! I felt a giddy delight come over me that wiped away my anxiety. I didn’t care anymore about dismantling my special bag. I would worry about that latter.
Ms. Erie waved her hand and the desk moved away from me. She stood in front of my naked body and my hard cock. With a fluid motion, she kneeled down in front of me. Students groaned with jealousy at the prize I was about to receive.
I looked down as long black hair brushed my thighs. Ms. Erie looked up at me from silver rimmed glasses. She took my cock in her hand and licked the tip.
I had a sudden vision. I imagined grabbing her head and forcing it down on my cock. I imagined fucking her face. I imagined the cuts I wanted to make on her body.
She squeezed my cock with her hand. It hurt but the visions went away.
Then she went down on me. I cried out as my cock was wrapped in incredible wet warmth. It was better than my first time. It was better than a cunt. It was better than killing.
Education hovered nearby but I ignored him. I earned this B. I sat back and enjoyed it. I relished every long slow lick. I treasured the way her hair moved up and down my lap as she sucked. I trembled as her cheeks caved in under the sucking pressure of her mouth. I moaned as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth.
This made up for not killing anyone. This was why I fought that nasty wonderful urge. This is why the bank teller is still alive.
Spit dribbled out of her mouth and down my cock and onto my balls. I looked over at Jeffery who was somehow sitting down on that raw bloody butt in his seat. I smiled at him and shook my head slowly. This could have been him.
More importantly, if I hadn’t of behaved, I could have been him.
Ms. Erie choked on my cock and I forgot about Jeffery. I forgot about the woman at the bank. Shit, I even forgot about my special bag. This was heaven. This was incredible. This was worth being good.
I climaxed in her mouth. I filled her mouth with my seed and Ms. Erie drank it all. My body shook and I felt like I was dying. My entire soul was being sucked.
Ms. Erie released my cock and stood up. She wiped the corner of her mouth. Her white lipstick was flawless. “Well done, Charles,” she said, as if I was the one who performed an amazing blowjob.
“Thank you, Ms. Erie,” I said.
She went on to judge other students. Some she punished. Others she rewarded. One lucky bastard got an A and we all watched in envy as he fucked her ass.
Three students were expelled. Their screams were worse than any of the kills I had made. Ms. Erie added their skulls to the cabinet.
Time moved slowly when we were in class. We witnessed each grade as if it was our own. There could be no rushing it.
Finally, the bell rang. We stayed in our seats.
“Class is dismissed,” Ms. Erie said.
I got up and got dressed. I left in a hurry, stepping over the body of an expelled student. I went through the doors without a glance back.
I was back in my street. My watch said that an hour has passed. It was right but also wrong.
My thoughts went to the bank teller. Yes, I could give her up. I had spent time and effort tracking her but I would do it. There could be another.
My cock ached with a happy exhaustion. I remembered the feeling of climaxing in Ms. Erie’s mouth. Something more than seed had left my cock and went down her throat. It was a piece of me. A piece I didn’t need anymore.
My special bag needed to be taken care of. I decided that I was going to throw away the gag. It had served me well but I would get rid of it. It didn’t seem that important anymore.
I returned to my house. I was still a bad man, but maybe a little less bad.
It was after nine and my wife was watching television. She was immersed in reality shows and fake lives. I knew she didn’t hear the bell. It was not meant for her.
“I’m heading out,” I told her and she didn’t ask me where I was going. She was used to my late night trips. There were never any questions from her. It was why we were still married.
The school bell was still ringing as I went outside. I stood in my yard and looked for the school. This time it was down the street. It lurked beside the bus stop.
Other men were already heading towards it. I didn’t recognize any of them, which I never do. I am not sure if my fellow students even live here.
The bell kept ringing until I stepped inside. It was a single room school. A chalkboard loomed behind a white desk. A poster admonished little boys to be good. A map of the world covered one wall but none of the continents looked right. A cabinet of skulls sat in a corner but none of us would look at it.
The men lined up at the white desk. We each dropped something off as we walked by. The man in front of me put down a hundred dollars. I put down a knife I had bought this week. It was our tribute, our bribe or maybe our penance.
We undressed and took our seats. We stuffed our clothes inside our desks. The cold seat was hard and unforgiving on my ass
I fidgeted like most of the men there. My fingers traced the marks on the desk top that were left by thousand of students. I read carved confessions and scribbled pleas for help. I read names that I could barely believe. I saw the word I clawed one day with my fingernails.
When the last man was seated, Ms. Erie came in. She was in a white dress that glowed in the dark class room. The dress contrasted with her brown skin and night black hair. Silver rimmed glasses aided the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. A faint coat of white lipstick decorated dark lips. As usual, she carried a crop decorated with the head of a unicorn. The unicorn’s horn was stained with blood.
“Good evening, class,” Ms. Erie said. Her accent was Polynesian. I knew this because I had spent the last six years trying to place it.
“Good evening, Ms. Erie,” we all said in unison. The student to my left began to shake.
“I hope you all have been working on your assignments,” Ms. Erie said.
The student to my left started openly crying. A student behind me started to pray. Another student at the end of my row started to slam his head into his desk.
“Stop that,” Ms. Erie said gently and the student stopped slamming his head. There was blood on his face.
“I guess we shall begin with you, Jeffery,” Ms. Erie said, turning to the crying student beside me.
Jeffery shook his head.
“Did you stop stealing setting up cameras in women’s bathrooms?” Ms. Erie asked.
Jeffery shook his head.
“How many pictures have you taken of women since last class?” Ms. Erie asked.
Jeffery wailed. “Three thousand and fourteen,” he said. I don’t think he even knew the number until Ms. Erie asked him.
Ms. Erie shook her head. “Very naughty. I am so disappointed in you. I thought we had made good progress. I see that you need more Education.”
Jeffery cried and stood up. He walked around his desk and bent over it. His face was so pale.
“Education, you may begin,” Ms. Erie said.
The crop flew from her hand. It struck Jeffery with a hiss as it cut through the air.
Jeffery screamed. The crop kept hitting him. Welts appeared on his ass, followed by blood. He screamed and screamed and screamed. It was horrible.
It was what he deserved.
After an eternity, Ms. Erie held out her hand and Education returned to it. I was close enough to see the Unicorn head and I saw that it was smiling.
“Jeffery, your next assignment is to remove all of the cameras you have hidden, and I do mean all of them. Understand?”
“Yes, Ms. Erie,” he said barely. His voice was hoarse from all of his screaming.
“Now what about you, Charles?” Ms. Erie said directly to me.
I swallowed. “I have tried my best,” I said.
Ms. Erie smiled. “I shall be the judge of that. Have you killed since last class?”
“No, Ms. Erie,” I said and it was the truth. You couldn’t say anything else to her.
“And do you have someone you would like to kill?” Ms. Erie asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “There is a woman at my bank. I have followed her a few times. I know where she lives. I know that she is alone.”
“And do you still keep that special bag in your car?” Ms Erie asked.
“No,” I said. “It is still in my basement, where you told me to keep it.”
“Good,” Ms. Erie said. “I want to keep your vow of not killing. Your next assignment is to stop following this girl. Follow another if you want, but you must never see this girl again, do you understand me?”
My eyes darted to Education. “Yes,” I said.
“Your other assignment is to take something out of your bag and throw it away. Don’t replace it. Do you understand this assignment?”
“Yes,” I said but it hurt. My bag had all my favorite tools. I had so many memories. One item? Which item? This would be hard.
“Good, I think you have earned a B then,” Ms. Erie said.
I let out a ragged breath that I didn’t know I was holding. A B! I felt a giddy delight come over me that wiped away my anxiety. I didn’t care anymore about dismantling my special bag. I would worry about that latter.
Ms. Erie waved her hand and the desk moved away from me. She stood in front of my naked body and my hard cock. With a fluid motion, she kneeled down in front of me. Students groaned with jealousy at the prize I was about to receive.
I looked down as long black hair brushed my thighs. Ms. Erie looked up at me from silver rimmed glasses. She took my cock in her hand and licked the tip.
I had a sudden vision. I imagined grabbing her head and forcing it down on my cock. I imagined fucking her face. I imagined the cuts I wanted to make on her body.
She squeezed my cock with her hand. It hurt but the visions went away.
Then she went down on me. I cried out as my cock was wrapped in incredible wet warmth. It was better than my first time. It was better than a cunt. It was better than killing.
Education hovered nearby but I ignored him. I earned this B. I sat back and enjoyed it. I relished every long slow lick. I treasured the way her hair moved up and down my lap as she sucked. I trembled as her cheeks caved in under the sucking pressure of her mouth. I moaned as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth.
This made up for not killing anyone. This was why I fought that nasty wonderful urge. This is why the bank teller is still alive.
Spit dribbled out of her mouth and down my cock and onto my balls. I looked over at Jeffery who was somehow sitting down on that raw bloody butt in his seat. I smiled at him and shook my head slowly. This could have been him.
More importantly, if I hadn’t of behaved, I could have been him.
Ms. Erie choked on my cock and I forgot about Jeffery. I forgot about the woman at the bank. Shit, I even forgot about my special bag. This was heaven. This was incredible. This was worth being good.
I climaxed in her mouth. I filled her mouth with my seed and Ms. Erie drank it all. My body shook and I felt like I was dying. My entire soul was being sucked.
Ms. Erie released my cock and stood up. She wiped the corner of her mouth. Her white lipstick was flawless. “Well done, Charles,” she said, as if I was the one who performed an amazing blowjob.
“Thank you, Ms. Erie,” I said.
She went on to judge other students. Some she punished. Others she rewarded. One lucky bastard got an A and we all watched in envy as he fucked her ass.
Three students were expelled. Their screams were worse than any of the kills I had made. Ms. Erie added their skulls to the cabinet.
Time moved slowly when we were in class. We witnessed each grade as if it was our own. There could be no rushing it.
Finally, the bell rang. We stayed in our seats.
“Class is dismissed,” Ms. Erie said.
I got up and got dressed. I left in a hurry, stepping over the body of an expelled student. I went through the doors without a glance back.
I was back in my street. My watch said that an hour has passed. It was right but also wrong.
My thoughts went to the bank teller. Yes, I could give her up. I had spent time and effort tracking her but I would do it. There could be another.
My cock ached with a happy exhaustion. I remembered the feeling of climaxing in Ms. Erie’s mouth. Something more than seed had left my cock and went down her throat. It was a piece of me. A piece I didn’t need anymore.
My special bag needed to be taken care of. I decided that I was going to throw away the gag. It had served me well but I would get rid of it. It didn’t seem that important anymore.
I returned to my house. I was still a bad man, but maybe a little less bad.
Monday, January 07, 2013
Space Girl!
Space Girl! is a three episode web series that appears to have ended which is a shame because it was quite clever. It followed the serial cliffhanger format where the main character, Space Girl, is in one dangerous situation after another. Hilarity ensues. A lot of T & A ensues as well which is always welcome.
It is startling to me how good this series looks. The production values are top notch and the special effects aren't bad at all. It is funny, sexy and best of all, space girl-y.It is well worth the 3 or so minutes for each episode.
Be sure also to check out the "Deleted Scenes" as they are short little video detours into Space Girl fetishes.
It is startling to me how good this series looks. The production values are top notch and the special effects aren't bad at all. It is funny, sexy and best of all, space girl-y.It is well worth the 3 or so minutes for each episode.
Be sure also to check out the "Deleted Scenes" as they are short little video detours into Space Girl fetishes.
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Fiction: Gender Deviation
Dr. Otto Von Madd stood nude in front of the mirror. He was a bit perturbed.
Instead of his carefully sculpted goatee, his face was bare and feminine. His lips were fuller. His eyelashes, already long for a man, were longer. He had cheekbones now and his Adam’s apple was gone. His short brown hair was still short but had assumed a Pixie cut during the night.
The curly hair of his chest was completely gone. Instead of his broad pectoral muscles, he now sported two very lovely breasts. He judged them to be 36D’s and since he was an erotic scientist, he had 99% certainty in his estimate.
His normally broad chest now tapered down to a rather fetching waist. Below his waist there was no trace of his cock and balls. He pushed delicate fingers into the furry pubic hair and moaned as he touched his new vagina.
“Not again,” Dr. Otto Von Madd said.
He was not unfamiliar with gender transformation. His first dalliance into the phenomenon was when he was fourteen. Otto had been greatly frustrated by the girls his age were reluctant to allow him to examine their budding breasts with the methodical attention that his curiosity demanded. It was much easier to just look into the family attic and find something that would let him grow his own breasts. Removing them was easy as looking in the family basement for a cure.
Otto cupped the new breasts he had this morning. They were fuller than he ones he had played with as a teenager. Whatever had caused this transformation had successfully simulated the effects of age. Otto’s breasts were heavy and a smidge faded from the glory of youth.
He had his breasts while watching himself in the mirror. Skilled fingers that could stimulate any woman were hesitant to play with his own nipples. He settled on Von Madd Nipple Stimuli #6.
“Oh yes,” Otto groaned. That felt good.
He felt a flush to his groin. Otto paused in mid pinch of his nipple. He was well versed in the biology, psychology and even a little of the metaphysics of a woman’s desire, but it was so different to feel it for himself. He forgot how empty it felt. His erection was a demand to be touched but this, was a demand to be filled.
It reminded him of the time he developed that gender-reversal laser for that British singer. Otto of course tested it on himself first and he the horror of watching his penis shrink into nothingness was soon replaced by the wonder of touching his newly grown vagina. It was one of the few times that Otto had wasted precious science time masturbating simply for pleasure.
Otto trembled as his fingers went down to his pussy. He moaned when he touched his clit. He put out one hand to steady himself. He slipped his fingers into his pussy and his knees almost gave out.
This was good. It was amazing that women didn’t masturbate every day, every hour and every second. Otto stroked himself, no fantasy needed as he simply enjoyed his body.
He did wonder what caused this transformation. There were no strange meteors last night. There were no accidental laser blasts. He certainly would have known if he had made a wish at a sentient well of reality bending power. In fact, all he did last night was open some late Christmas presents from his family and spend the evening planning next year’s schedule at the laboratory.
Otto paused in mid stroke. There was those jelly cookies from Otto’s uncle, Crazy Caspar Von Madd. Crazy Caspar was the black sheep of the family who decided to squander his vast science skills in the paltry field of practical jokes. It would tickle his sense of humor to turn an erotic scientist member of the family into the opposite gender.
Otto laughed. It was a good joke.
He returned the serious business of masturbating. Knowing Uncle Caspar, the effect was only temporary. Otto would be a man again either in an hour, or if Caspar really wanted to push the joke, twenty-four hours. Otto realized that twenty-four hours would be the more likely prediction.
Still, there was no time to waste. Otto pushed his fingers deeper. He knew that moving to a chair would be a better position. A bed would be even better. He stayed where he was. He wanted to see himself. He wanted to overcome the logistics with pure desire.
He grabbed his breast and squeezed. He enjoyed the simultaneous pleasure of grabbing a breast and being grabbed. It was delicious.
He finger fucked himself faster. Wet desire dripped down smooth thighs. Otto spent a moment wondering where all his leg hair went before banishing the thought. He would ask his uncle later. For now he was just going to stroke.
Otto fingered his pussy. Demanding fingers went deeper and deeper into his unexplored emptiness. Otto moaned and the sound of his changed voice made him tremble.
The mirror reflected his new body. He saw bouncing breasts. He saw knees threatening to bend. He saw a sensuous mouth moaning. He saw eyes as deep as mystery itself. He was a woman today and like every woman everywhere, he was beautiful.
Otto climaxed. There was no release of seed like he was used to but there was a release of pleasure. He cried out, humbled by the power of it all.
He rested his head on the mirror. His fingers were still buried in his sex. He had forgotten. He made toys for women’s pleasure but he had forgotten how different their pleasure was.
He thought of a new dozen sex toys. New vibration speeds came to mind. A design for a clitoris massager sprang full formed inside his consciousness. Otto needed to get to a lab. There was a lot of work to be done.
Otto’s pussy clenched. New shivers of pleasure went through him. Otto chuckled and then moaned. That’s right, he was multi-orgasmic.
He cancelled his plans for the lab. He could do that later. Right now he needed a bed. He needed a vibrator. He needed some creative female assistants. A few candidates instantly came to mind.
Pleasure awaited.
Instead of his carefully sculpted goatee, his face was bare and feminine. His lips were fuller. His eyelashes, already long for a man, were longer. He had cheekbones now and his Adam’s apple was gone. His short brown hair was still short but had assumed a Pixie cut during the night.
The curly hair of his chest was completely gone. Instead of his broad pectoral muscles, he now sported two very lovely breasts. He judged them to be 36D’s and since he was an erotic scientist, he had 99% certainty in his estimate.
His normally broad chest now tapered down to a rather fetching waist. Below his waist there was no trace of his cock and balls. He pushed delicate fingers into the furry pubic hair and moaned as he touched his new vagina.
“Not again,” Dr. Otto Von Madd said.
He was not unfamiliar with gender transformation. His first dalliance into the phenomenon was when he was fourteen. Otto had been greatly frustrated by the girls his age were reluctant to allow him to examine their budding breasts with the methodical attention that his curiosity demanded. It was much easier to just look into the family attic and find something that would let him grow his own breasts. Removing them was easy as looking in the family basement for a cure.
Otto cupped the new breasts he had this morning. They were fuller than he ones he had played with as a teenager. Whatever had caused this transformation had successfully simulated the effects of age. Otto’s breasts were heavy and a smidge faded from the glory of youth.
He had his breasts while watching himself in the mirror. Skilled fingers that could stimulate any woman were hesitant to play with his own nipples. He settled on Von Madd Nipple Stimuli #6.
“Oh yes,” Otto groaned. That felt good.
He felt a flush to his groin. Otto paused in mid pinch of his nipple. He was well versed in the biology, psychology and even a little of the metaphysics of a woman’s desire, but it was so different to feel it for himself. He forgot how empty it felt. His erection was a demand to be touched but this, was a demand to be filled.
It reminded him of the time he developed that gender-reversal laser for that British singer. Otto of course tested it on himself first and he the horror of watching his penis shrink into nothingness was soon replaced by the wonder of touching his newly grown vagina. It was one of the few times that Otto had wasted precious science time masturbating simply for pleasure.
Otto trembled as his fingers went down to his pussy. He moaned when he touched his clit. He put out one hand to steady himself. He slipped his fingers into his pussy and his knees almost gave out.
This was good. It was amazing that women didn’t masturbate every day, every hour and every second. Otto stroked himself, no fantasy needed as he simply enjoyed his body.
He did wonder what caused this transformation. There were no strange meteors last night. There were no accidental laser blasts. He certainly would have known if he had made a wish at a sentient well of reality bending power. In fact, all he did last night was open some late Christmas presents from his family and spend the evening planning next year’s schedule at the laboratory.
Otto paused in mid stroke. There was those jelly cookies from Otto’s uncle, Crazy Caspar Von Madd. Crazy Caspar was the black sheep of the family who decided to squander his vast science skills in the paltry field of practical jokes. It would tickle his sense of humor to turn an erotic scientist member of the family into the opposite gender.
Otto laughed. It was a good joke.
He returned the serious business of masturbating. Knowing Uncle Caspar, the effect was only temporary. Otto would be a man again either in an hour, or if Caspar really wanted to push the joke, twenty-four hours. Otto realized that twenty-four hours would be the more likely prediction.
Still, there was no time to waste. Otto pushed his fingers deeper. He knew that moving to a chair would be a better position. A bed would be even better. He stayed where he was. He wanted to see himself. He wanted to overcome the logistics with pure desire.
He grabbed his breast and squeezed. He enjoyed the simultaneous pleasure of grabbing a breast and being grabbed. It was delicious.
He finger fucked himself faster. Wet desire dripped down smooth thighs. Otto spent a moment wondering where all his leg hair went before banishing the thought. He would ask his uncle later. For now he was just going to stroke.
Otto fingered his pussy. Demanding fingers went deeper and deeper into his unexplored emptiness. Otto moaned and the sound of his changed voice made him tremble.
The mirror reflected his new body. He saw bouncing breasts. He saw knees threatening to bend. He saw a sensuous mouth moaning. He saw eyes as deep as mystery itself. He was a woman today and like every woman everywhere, he was beautiful.
Otto climaxed. There was no release of seed like he was used to but there was a release of pleasure. He cried out, humbled by the power of it all.
He rested his head on the mirror. His fingers were still buried in his sex. He had forgotten. He made toys for women’s pleasure but he had forgotten how different their pleasure was.
He thought of a new dozen sex toys. New vibration speeds came to mind. A design for a clitoris massager sprang full formed inside his consciousness. Otto needed to get to a lab. There was a lot of work to be done.
Otto’s pussy clenched. New shivers of pleasure went through him. Otto chuckled and then moaned. That’s right, he was multi-orgasmic.
He cancelled his plans for the lab. He could do that later. Right now he needed a bed. He needed a vibrator. He needed some creative female assistants. A few candidates instantly came to mind.
Pleasure awaited.
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