After twelve days of writing, I am at the mid point of my Violatrix novel. Holy shit. How did that happen? Who knew that not having a job would give you so much writing time?
Part of my success came from just writing the damn thing. I keep writing, even when I am not 100% confident in where it is going. I can clean it up in the second draft. The important thing is that there is no second draft without a first draft, so I keep writing like a mother fucker.
The other part of my success is that I built up a buffer of short stories for posting on Wednesdays. I am really understanding how much time goes into just thinking of a concept for a short story much less writing it. I have been averaging a chapter a day where as my normal story average is 1.5 stories a week.
Which makes me wonder if the time involved in writing short stories for free is time well spent. The short stories become testing chambers for my ideas and the novels are my ideas refined and expanded, but when I post a story and get that tiny amount of comments on it, it makes me wonder if I should have just spent that time making a book where I get some tiny financial reward. It is certainly on my mind.
Of course, halfway done with a novel is still not done. I got to write and I am going on a 3 day trip this weekend so that will certainly kill my momentum. The upside to writing this fast is that I have not become sick of the subject matter or the story itself yet (I'm looking at you, Island Princess). I just want to record this happy moment of novel writing bliss while I still love the story.
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Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Friday, July 01, 2011
Grabbag Pot Luck Post
I am elbow deep in writing my Violatrix novel, which is a funny coincidence because one of my characters is trying to get elbow deep into another character.
Since I have nothing sexy to share with you, I will share some writing wisdom.
Hands down, the most inspiring thing I have read in ages about writing is 25 Things You should know about writing a novel (or how the lunatic writes a book) You need to read this. I already knew most of these but never have I seen it so well articulated. It is like the crusty bitter writing coach I always wanted. It is written by Chuck Wendig, who to my knowledge is neither crusty nor bitter, but he may be my new messiah.
I worshiped at the altar of Chuck Wendig until he wrote this other article Strangling Mermaids: More writing myths that need to die. Now I hate him because I am so jealous of this article. Fuck, I have been thinking it for years but never really put it all together.
Especially this bit,
Does that mean I’ve never been surprised by my characters? Of course I’ve been surprised by my characters. But I don’t attribute it to them being real. Instead, I high-five my subconscious mind and say, “Nicely done, part of my brain, I approve of your decision.” I mean, it’s not like comic book writers are like, “Yeah, I don’t know why Superman just took a Kryptonian Super-Shit on Hawkman. It’s just, hey, that’s Superman. I don’t control him. That crazy motherfucker does what he wants. The underwear on the outside? His idea.”
So yeah, check out Chuck's blog. Leave him offerings and sacrifices.
In vanity news, Darius Whiteplume wrote a wonderful review of The Colette-Ashbee Collection which he liked. I have been writing for ages but it always blows my mind when someone I know happens to like my stories. I am especially happy to see the Colette-Ashbee book get some love because it contains a novella length mystery story and I was always curious how it stacked up with other mysteries. I don't get much fhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifeedback for books so there is often that niggling doubt.
With my new found free time, I have gotten around to organizing more of my stuff. Like any blogger, I am compelled to share this with you. I started a Tumblr called "Stuff That I Own" where I discuss stuff that I own. It also gives me a chance to discuss artists and creative types that I have dealt with as well as less than honorable sellers. Since I can't invite all of you to my house to show it to you personally, this Tumblr will have to do.
Finally, I leave you with my latest audio obsession, the supernatural Lykke Li.
Since I have nothing sexy to share with you, I will share some writing wisdom.
Hands down, the most inspiring thing I have read in ages about writing is 25 Things You should know about writing a novel (or how the lunatic writes a book) You need to read this. I already knew most of these but never have I seen it so well articulated. It is like the crusty bitter writing coach I always wanted. It is written by Chuck Wendig, who to my knowledge is neither crusty nor bitter, but he may be my new messiah.
I worshiped at the altar of Chuck Wendig until he wrote this other article Strangling Mermaids: More writing myths that need to die. Now I hate him because I am so jealous of this article. Fuck, I have been thinking it for years but never really put it all together.
Especially this bit,
Does that mean I’ve never been surprised by my characters? Of course I’ve been surprised by my characters. But I don’t attribute it to them being real. Instead, I high-five my subconscious mind and say, “Nicely done, part of my brain, I approve of your decision.” I mean, it’s not like comic book writers are like, “Yeah, I don’t know why Superman just took a Kryptonian Super-Shit on Hawkman. It’s just, hey, that’s Superman. I don’t control him. That crazy motherfucker does what he wants. The underwear on the outside? His idea.”
So yeah, check out Chuck's blog. Leave him offerings and sacrifices.
In vanity news, Darius Whiteplume wrote a wonderful review of The Colette-Ashbee Collection which he liked. I have been writing for ages but it always blows my mind when someone I know happens to like my stories. I am especially happy to see the Colette-Ashbee book get some love because it contains a novella length mystery story and I was always curious how it stacked up with other mysteries. I don't get much fhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifeedback for books so there is often that niggling doubt.
With my new found free time, I have gotten around to organizing more of my stuff. Like any blogger, I am compelled to share this with you. I started a Tumblr called "Stuff That I Own" where I discuss stuff that I own. It also gives me a chance to discuss artists and creative types that I have dealt with as well as less than honorable sellers. Since I can't invite all of you to my house to show it to you personally, this Tumblr will have to do.
Finally, I leave you with my latest audio obsession, the supernatural Lykke Li.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Fiction: Mr. Boxers
You don’t know me but I was told to contact you. I was told, no, commanded to tell you my story. I have to tell you about the man I know as Mr. Boxers.
I don’t remember when exactly I started to spy on the man in the apartment building across from mine. I think it may have been a night when nothing was on television but I do know that it was on a Friday night. It is depressing enough being a single woman in Atlanta but being dateless on Friday night is just plain sad. Friday night is when he brings over his girlfriends.
My neighbor, who I call Mr. Boxers because he always strips down to the black boxers that he wears, was entertaining one of his girlfriends. He entertains a lot of women in his apartment and rarely the same woman twice in a row. Anyway, Mr. Boxers doesn’t exactly have dates at his apartment. No, when women come to his place, they always strip out of all of their clothes first. He stands there in his boxers, and well, he does these things to them.
What kind of things? Kinky naughty things. He spanks a lot of them. Mr. Boxers’ chair is set up so that the side is facing the patio door that I seem him through. He puts the women over his lap so that their bare bottoms are facing the window.
I watch as he spanks them. He spanks them till they thrash in his lap. He spanks them till their asses turn a bright red. That is not all he does while they across his lap. Mr. Boxers sticks his fingers in them; right into their pussy. He fingers them and when he does that, they thrash even more.
Sometimes he fucks them right there against the chair. Sometimes he sits in the chair while they are between his legs on the floor. I can tell by the way their head moves that they are sucking him. A lot of times they will stand in front of him and masturbate as Mr. Boxers watches.
I do remember exactly when I started masturbating while watching him. He had a woman over that was closer to my size than the usual thin women he entertained. This woman had my curves. She had curly black hair and hips as big as mine.
She could have been me.
My hands went straight into my pants. I settled into my place. Over the weeks, I had learned to turn off the lights and disappear into the darkness of my living room. I had a small comforter folded on the floor with a pillow to lean against my couch. Until now, I used my hiding place to watch in secret at the perversions happening at the apartment building across from me. I saved the masturbating for later.
Not that night. This big girl became my surrogate. I stroked furiously at my wet pussy, anticipating what was about to happen to her. I was imagining that it would happen to me.
He groped her. Oh God, it was hot. As she stood there, he walked around her and had his hands all over her. As he cupped her tits, I squeezed mine. When he slapped her ass, I winced from the imagined pain. When he grabbed her by the throat and kissed her neck, I shivered from head to toe.
He fingered her pussy as she stood there. I came before she did.
He dragged her to the chair and put her over his lap. He spanked her and I came again.
He made her get on the ground on all fours. She faced the window. Even at this distance I could see the lust on her face. He fucked her from behind.
I came and came and came.
After that night, I made better preparations. For one thing, I lay a towel on top of my comforter first because I soaked the shit out of it. I also got a pair of binoculars; one light enough for me to hold with one hand. I didn’t want to miss anything.
I didn’t need a date on Friday nights anymore. I had Mr. Boxers. As his women enjoyed his touch, I enjoyed them both. I didn’t care about being single. I had a dirty secret and a very wet pussy. It wasn’t perfect but it was pretty fantastic.
Then last week Mr. Boxers saw me.
I am not sure how. Mr. Boxers was spanking a tiny blonde woman when he glanced towards me. His head stopped and he stared at me. I froze in mid-stroke. How could he have possibly seen me?
He went back to spanking the woman. I went back to masturbating. I came while she sucked his cock.
After she left, Mr. Boxers went to the patio door. His cock was still exposed. He held up a piece of paper. With my binoculars, I could read what he had written. It was his phone number.
My heart beat so fast that I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I couldn’t think. I could obey though. I reached for my phone and dialed the number.
“How long have you been watching?” he asked. No Hello, no demands to know who I was.
“It’s been a few months,” I said.
“Next week you will be here,” he said. “8 o’clock. Apartment number 423.”
“Yes,” I said.
Then he gave me your e-mail. Mr. Boxers told me to tell my story to you. I don’t know why. I don’t know who you are. I wonder if you are another of his women, and whether you will be there next Friday as well. Does he want me to watch from a closer position?
Of course, you could be another man. Maybe you will be there and he will set us up. Maybe you will be the witness while he does dirty things to me. Maybe Mr. Boxer will watch as you do things to me.
I can’t wait to find out.
I don’t remember when exactly I started to spy on the man in the apartment building across from mine. I think it may have been a night when nothing was on television but I do know that it was on a Friday night. It is depressing enough being a single woman in Atlanta but being dateless on Friday night is just plain sad. Friday night is when he brings over his girlfriends.
My neighbor, who I call Mr. Boxers because he always strips down to the black boxers that he wears, was entertaining one of his girlfriends. He entertains a lot of women in his apartment and rarely the same woman twice in a row. Anyway, Mr. Boxers doesn’t exactly have dates at his apartment. No, when women come to his place, they always strip out of all of their clothes first. He stands there in his boxers, and well, he does these things to them.
What kind of things? Kinky naughty things. He spanks a lot of them. Mr. Boxers’ chair is set up so that the side is facing the patio door that I seem him through. He puts the women over his lap so that their bare bottoms are facing the window.
I watch as he spanks them. He spanks them till they thrash in his lap. He spanks them till their asses turn a bright red. That is not all he does while they across his lap. Mr. Boxers sticks his fingers in them; right into their pussy. He fingers them and when he does that, they thrash even more.
Sometimes he fucks them right there against the chair. Sometimes he sits in the chair while they are between his legs on the floor. I can tell by the way their head moves that they are sucking him. A lot of times they will stand in front of him and masturbate as Mr. Boxers watches.
I do remember exactly when I started masturbating while watching him. He had a woman over that was closer to my size than the usual thin women he entertained. This woman had my curves. She had curly black hair and hips as big as mine.
She could have been me.
My hands went straight into my pants. I settled into my place. Over the weeks, I had learned to turn off the lights and disappear into the darkness of my living room. I had a small comforter folded on the floor with a pillow to lean against my couch. Until now, I used my hiding place to watch in secret at the perversions happening at the apartment building across from me. I saved the masturbating for later.
Not that night. This big girl became my surrogate. I stroked furiously at my wet pussy, anticipating what was about to happen to her. I was imagining that it would happen to me.
He groped her. Oh God, it was hot. As she stood there, he walked around her and had his hands all over her. As he cupped her tits, I squeezed mine. When he slapped her ass, I winced from the imagined pain. When he grabbed her by the throat and kissed her neck, I shivered from head to toe.
He fingered her pussy as she stood there. I came before she did.
He dragged her to the chair and put her over his lap. He spanked her and I came again.
He made her get on the ground on all fours. She faced the window. Even at this distance I could see the lust on her face. He fucked her from behind.
I came and came and came.
After that night, I made better preparations. For one thing, I lay a towel on top of my comforter first because I soaked the shit out of it. I also got a pair of binoculars; one light enough for me to hold with one hand. I didn’t want to miss anything.
I didn’t need a date on Friday nights anymore. I had Mr. Boxers. As his women enjoyed his touch, I enjoyed them both. I didn’t care about being single. I had a dirty secret and a very wet pussy. It wasn’t perfect but it was pretty fantastic.
Then last week Mr. Boxers saw me.
I am not sure how. Mr. Boxers was spanking a tiny blonde woman when he glanced towards me. His head stopped and he stared at me. I froze in mid-stroke. How could he have possibly seen me?
He went back to spanking the woman. I went back to masturbating. I came while she sucked his cock.
After she left, Mr. Boxers went to the patio door. His cock was still exposed. He held up a piece of paper. With my binoculars, I could read what he had written. It was his phone number.
My heart beat so fast that I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I couldn’t think. I could obey though. I reached for my phone and dialed the number.
“How long have you been watching?” he asked. No Hello, no demands to know who I was.
“It’s been a few months,” I said.
“Next week you will be here,” he said. “8 o’clock. Apartment number 423.”
“Yes,” I said.
Then he gave me your e-mail. Mr. Boxers told me to tell my story to you. I don’t know why. I don’t know who you are. I wonder if you are another of his women, and whether you will be there next Friday as well. Does he want me to watch from a closer position?
Of course, you could be another man. Maybe you will be there and he will set us up. Maybe you will be the witness while he does dirty things to me. Maybe Mr. Boxer will watch as you do things to me.
I can’t wait to find out.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Violatrix Cast or Too Many Fucking Characters
Star Trek has taught me that the proper number of officers required to run a spaceship is somewhere around ten people. Battlestar Galactica taught me that number is more like three or four, but quite frankly, that is boring as shit. The more command officers that a story has, the more possibilities for conflicts and alliances. When you write porn, the more potential sexual partners, the better.
So after writing up the cast for my Violatrix spaceship, I had nine characters. That is quite a few characters to deal with right away. I worry about the reader getting overwhelmed and confused. Since it is also science fiction with some non-English sounding names, the potential of confusion just gets higher.
I soon understood why most Star Trek movies only focus on two or three characters while the rest of the crew gets snappy one-liners. It is hard to divide out attention equally. I notice that Star Trek novels tend to give the crew equal shares of the plot, but I suspect they can do that because they are not introducing anyone to the reader. When a reader of Star Trek picks up a book, he already knows who Spock, Kirk, McCoy and even down to the minor characters like Sulu. The reader knows these characters. In my book, I have to introduce everyone to the reader for the first time.
My strategy was to create a sort of relay. I start with Character A as the focus. We see things for A's point-of-view and what A has to deal with is Character B. So we get to know A from A's perspective and we get to know B from A's perspective. Then the next chapter is told from Character B's perspective and they interact with Character C. This continues as we meet new characters. The character just met in the last chapter becomes the relay to the next character. And since this is a sex book with people plotting to kill each other, it gives a lot of characters some nice one on one time.
I loved this idea so much that I decided to make the entire novel follow this format. I might have nine characters but we deal with two or three at a time at the most. I considered myself a genius.
Well, right up to when it just doesn't work. This format hijacked the plot. I was trying to fulfill the demands of the gimmicky format rather than the needs of the plot. I spent a week trying to make it work before I realized something terribly important about brilliant gimmicks. It is only brilliant if it actually fucking works.
So I have decided to use the relay gimmick only up until the characters are introduced. I do think I will keep with sticking with one character's perspective through the entire chapter as I think that is the only way to write, really. I feel that sex has to be experienced through the eyes of one person at a time, as the uncertainty of what the other character's motives, likes and desires is a big part of sex.
Interesting enough, even giving attention to all the characters hasn't prevented the fact that some characters are just inherently more interesting. Some characters right now are interesting as far as how they are obstacles to other characters. I also found that the most sympathetic character really helps move the story along. I use to criticize Star Trek stories where the minor officers get little air time but the truth of the matter is that maybe they just don't add that much to the story. If a character wants to be a bigger part, then they got to be fucking worth spending time with.
So, what have I learned last week?
Gimmicks are only brilliant if they actually fucking work.
Lots of characters are fine but they need to be character you actually give a fuck about.
Star Trek writers had it harder than I thought.
So after writing up the cast for my Violatrix spaceship, I had nine characters. That is quite a few characters to deal with right away. I worry about the reader getting overwhelmed and confused. Since it is also science fiction with some non-English sounding names, the potential of confusion just gets higher.
I soon understood why most Star Trek movies only focus on two or three characters while the rest of the crew gets snappy one-liners. It is hard to divide out attention equally. I notice that Star Trek novels tend to give the crew equal shares of the plot, but I suspect they can do that because they are not introducing anyone to the reader. When a reader of Star Trek picks up a book, he already knows who Spock, Kirk, McCoy and even down to the minor characters like Sulu. The reader knows these characters. In my book, I have to introduce everyone to the reader for the first time.
My strategy was to create a sort of relay. I start with Character A as the focus. We see things for A's point-of-view and what A has to deal with is Character B. So we get to know A from A's perspective and we get to know B from A's perspective. Then the next chapter is told from Character B's perspective and they interact with Character C. This continues as we meet new characters. The character just met in the last chapter becomes the relay to the next character. And since this is a sex book with people plotting to kill each other, it gives a lot of characters some nice one on one time.
I loved this idea so much that I decided to make the entire novel follow this format. I might have nine characters but we deal with two or three at a time at the most. I considered myself a genius.
Well, right up to when it just doesn't work. This format hijacked the plot. I was trying to fulfill the demands of the gimmicky format rather than the needs of the plot. I spent a week trying to make it work before I realized something terribly important about brilliant gimmicks. It is only brilliant if it actually fucking works.
So I have decided to use the relay gimmick only up until the characters are introduced. I do think I will keep with sticking with one character's perspective through the entire chapter as I think that is the only way to write, really. I feel that sex has to be experienced through the eyes of one person at a time, as the uncertainty of what the other character's motives, likes and desires is a big part of sex.
Interesting enough, even giving attention to all the characters hasn't prevented the fact that some characters are just inherently more interesting. Some characters right now are interesting as far as how they are obstacles to other characters. I also found that the most sympathetic character really helps move the story along. I use to criticize Star Trek stories where the minor officers get little air time but the truth of the matter is that maybe they just don't add that much to the story. If a character wants to be a bigger part, then they got to be fucking worth spending time with.
So, what have I learned last week?
Gimmicks are only brilliant if they actually fucking work.
Lots of characters are fine but they need to be character you actually give a fuck about.
Star Trek writers had it harder than I thought.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Fiction: Battle At Dawn
Nash Nighthammer looked out from the battlement of the fort. Across the blasted plains, he saw endless campfires. Each fire represented at least a dozen Vokian Warrior Women. Each Vokian was capable of slaying six normal men before dying. That doesn’t even take into account their Wisewomen, famed for their terrible magic.
“We only have a hundred men,” Captain SteelSheild beside him. “When the scouts told us of the Vokian army, we sent out messengers to alert the king. That was a week ago. I doubt they will get here for another three days.”
Nash nodded grimly. His long black hair whipped in the night hair. Nash had never fought a Vokian before but legends abound. Their skin was as dark as night and legend had it that it was cooked black by the hot jungle sun of the south. Vokians wore no clothes because of the heat but they needed no armor because they were as fast as vipers. They say that only the Vokian women fight because they hated having men around to slow them down when they went killing. The Vokians only formed armies to raid the North when they were terribly bored with terrorizing their own neighbors. The Vokians only returned home when their bloodlust was sated.
“It looks like I picked a bad time to come for the boar hunting season,” Nash said.
Captain Steelsheild chuckled. “Bad for you, but the men are glad to have a Hero in the area. I know you can’t kill them all but you will help us make a good showing when they slaughter us.”
Nash smiled. Dying on the walls of a fortress against an overwhelming army was the stuff of legend. It would be a good death. If anyone survived, their might even be a bard song about it.
His smile faded as he saw something coming out of the darkness.
“Is that Vokian carrying a Northerner’s head?” Nash asked.
Captain Steelsheild nodded. “It is their way of signaling a truce. They carry the head of something weak to show that they intend to only talk.”
The Vokian Warrior Woman came within earshot of the fortress wall. Even in the moonlight, Nash marveled at her body. It was so perfectly fit. It was the body of a killing machine.
“My War-chief demands sport!” the Vokian yelled.
“What sick sport do you demons want?” Captain Steelsheild yelled back.
“We demand a battle of champions!” the Vokian woman yelled. “One of our best warriors versus whatever passes for a fighter among your pitiful kind. A battle at dawn to celebrate the blood about to flow.”
Captain Steelsheild looked to Nash.
The mighty warrior nodded. “Be sure to negotiate something good.”
“What will you give us if our champion wins?” Captain Steelsheild yelled.
“We will give you an extra day to pray to your gods for your weak souls!” the Vokian yelled.
“And what if your champion wins?” Captain Steelsheild said.
“You will open your fortress doors and fight us like women!” the Vokian yelled.
“Make it four days of prayer and you have a deal,” Captain Steelsheild said. “Our Gods are demanding and require many sacrifices!”
The Vokian laughed. “No wonder you Northerners are so weak! Your Gods take all your time when you should be fighting! Very well, we will grant you four days of prayer if your Champion defies fate and defeats ours.”
“We shall see you at dawn!” Captain Steelsheild said.
Nash was smiling again. A battle at dawn was just as heroic, wasn’t it?
~~
Dawn broke across the borderlands. Nash Nighthammer walked out of the gates of the fortress. His massive warhammer in his hands, he wore nothing but a loincloth for today’s battle. He felt overdressed compared to the Vokians.
The entire Vokian army was assembled before him. He hadn’t seen this many breasts and pubic bushes in his life. From here he could see that their skin was not black like midnight but more of a rich variety of browns. Each one was uniquely beautiful and he thought was a shame that their races had been at war so many ages.
Nash pushed away such thoughts. He was here for battle.
A Warrior Woman stepped from the crowd. By the All-Mother, she was striking. Easily as tall as Nash, each movement caused the muscles to ripple under her sun baked skin. Her breasts were large for a warrior but not as large as her magnificent hips. She had a small crown of fuzzy black hair on her head and an equally dense bush of hair between her thighs. Some sort of oil coated her body, causing her shine with every movement.
“I am Zuri of the Vokians,” the woman said.
“I am Nash Nighthammer,” he replied.
“Why the fuck are you carrying that?” Zuri said as she pointed at his warhammer.
“It is my weapon,” Nash replied.
The Vokian women laughed. Zuri smiled and her white teeth flashed like fangs on her dark face.
“Unless you plan to put it in my minka, leave it on the ground,” Zuri said.
“Ah, you wish to fight unarmed. I understand,” Nash said.
The Vokian Warrior Women laughed again. Nash was unsettled. It is not a pleasant thing to have so many women laughing at you.
“Fight? What would that prove?” Zuri asked. “We fuck. That is true test of strength. The first one to tire loses.”
Nash frowned. This was not what he had in mind for a final battle. Oh, the bards would certainly sing of it, that he was sure of. Nash just wasn’t sure that he would want to hear that song.
On the other hand, Zuri was a magnificently beautiful woman. There was also the matter of the soldiers in the fort. Fucking for the amusement of an army of women might be humiliating, but the alternative was death for a hundred lives. There was really no choice for the Hero to make.
Nash put his hammer down. Next he took off his loincloth. The Vokians made strange clicking noises with their tongues when his cock was revealed. He didn’t understand their ways but in that moment he chose to believe that they were clicks of approval.
He walked closer to the Vokian. He wasn’t exactly sure how to begin. Well, his cock was certainly ready but he wasn’t sure what custom would require. Should they kiss? Will they set up a place on the ground? Maybe they should start with a hug.
Zuri charged him. Nash was unprepared as she tackled him to the ground. The Vokians laughed as he hit the ground hard. His breath was knocked from him and it wasn’t helped when Zuri sealed his mouth with her dark breasts.
He struggled to breathe. Her breasts were slick with sweet oils that slipped and slid over his face. The more he struggled, the louder the Vokians laughed. He felt Zuri grab his cock and he froze for only a second.
A second was all it took for Zuri to slide onto him. The heat of the Southern lands engulfed his cock seconds before her powerful sexual muscles clamped down. Nash arched his body instinctively and the Vokians laughed as he nearly unseated Zuri. At least he could breathe now.
“Down, Northerner!” Zuri said. She rose to a sitting position on top of his cock. “Now you will see how a Vokian fucks!”
Nash and saw and felt it. Zuri danced on his cock. Her hips moved in directions that he didn’t think were possible. She swiveled, she gyrated and she grinded against his cock with a speed and rhythm that was entirely alien to Nash. Her entire body danced, from her swinging breasts to her head that flowed with a music that Nash couldn’t hear.
He climaxed. He couldn’t help it. She was the most exotic thing that had ever been on his cock and his body responded. He cried out his orgasm as he emptied inside her.
Zuri laughed. She stood up quickly, dismounting from his cock. The Vokians cheered as Zuri stroked his seed into her cunt.
“I’ve seen tree wolves last longer!” Zuri mocked.
Nash rose to his feet. “You’re quitting already?”
“What are you talking about?” Zuri said, her back still to him. “Everyone knows a Northerner can only shot his arrow once.”
“Turn around,” Nash said.
Zuri turned and saw what he meant. His cock was still hard!
“Impossible!” Zuri said.
Nash said nothing. He just kept looking at her beautiful dark body glistening with oil. His cock did the rest. It pulsed under the warm sun.
“I know what will defeat you,” Zuri said.
She shoved him back down to the ground. This time Nash was prepared to fight back. Strangely, she didn’t try to smother him or mount him this time. Her head went for his cock and within seconds, she had taken him into her mouth.
“By the All-Mother!” She sucked liked she fucked; wet and hard. He fell back as Zuri sucked all of his cock into her darks lips. Her slippery breasts pressed against his waist as she laid against him. He could see her perfectly round ass while she did decadent things to his cock.
Nash wanted to lay there and enjoy this woman’s attentions forever. It was the laughter of the Vokians that forced him to act. Having his cock sucked will not exhaust the Warrior Woman. He had to give as much as he was receiving.
He reached over and grabbed one of her legs. He moaned as his fingers wrapped around firm muscles. With a mighty pull, he dragged her legs to him. Zuri could barely resist as she was still vigorously sucking him. In fact, she seemed to be helping him as he brought her sex to his mouth.
Nash pulled the hairy mound of the Vokian to his face. She smelled of exotic flowers and distant lands. When he tasted her, she tasted of powerful spices and delicious fruits. As his tongue moved inside her and lapped at her juices, she moved and responded like a woman.
Around them, the Vokians laughed and made rude comments. Zuri sucked his cock while Nash licked her sex. She squirmed on top of him as he found sensitive areas inside her and he thrust and writhed beneath her as she nurtured his cock with her mouth.
Zuri climaxed this time. She humped Nash’s face with increasing passion until finally she had to take his cock from her mouth and sit up on his face. Once again Nash struggled for air but he kept licking. He licked and he nibbled until the great Vokian Warrior Woman climaxed on his tongue.
“Yiyiyiyiyi!” Zuri cried out in her strange tongue.
The Vokians answered her with a cheer.
When Zuri stopped humping his face, Nash gently pushed her from his body. She was slow to move, her body lazy with orgasm. Nash would normally take this time to cuddle but the stakes were too high. He had to make her surrender.
Nash rolled her over to her stomach. He grabbed her by her lush hips and pulled her up to her knees. His cock, slick with her spit, pushed easily into the sex that was still wet from his licking.
“Lightning and Thunder!” Zuri cried out. She braced herself with her hands as filled her.
Nash began to fuck. He had none of her magical rhythm. He couldn’t hope to match her beauty. All he had was an eager cock, strong hands to hold her hips and the lives of a hundred soldiers to fuck for. It would have to do.
Zuri cried out as he fucked her. In and out. In and out. There was no technique, there was only power. His cock slammed in and out of her with the fury of a Lion-Ape. Zuri couldn’t believe that such power could come from a Northern man. What the fuck were their women like?
Nash however was faced with a problem. He was going to climax soon. Getting hard again after one climax was no problem. He had led a very strange and busy life. Climaxing twice and still staying hard? That might be a problem. If he came again, he lost.
He tried not to think about coming. It wasn’t easy. Zuri’s gorgeous body shook from his thrusts. Her ass quivered every time it slammed into him. He admired the playing of muscles under her dark skin. The sounds she made as they fucked were primal and intoxicating.
Nash tried to distract himself by looking away from her. Every where he looked, the Vokians were looking back. Shiny dark bodies, firm breasts topped with black nipples and proud bushes of pubic hair did nothing to help Nash from containing his lust.
“Yiyiyiyiyi!” Zuri cried out again. Her arms gave out and she collapsed into the ground. Nash still had a hold of her hips though. He kept fucking as he tried to hold off the inevitable.
“Yiyiyiyiyi!” Zuri cried out louder this time. She slammed her fist into the ground.
That was it. Nash couldn’t hold back anymore. It was too much.
“No more! No more!” Zuri said. She pulled away from his body. His cock popped free of her sex and Nash froze in confused frustration. He wanted to come but wait, did she just give up?
The Vokians were just as confused. They were silent as Zuri laid panting on the ground. Nash’s cock throbbed as he waited for their judgement.
“Bah!” one of the Vokians cried out. She was wearing a headdress of feathers upon her head. “You have your four days to pray!”
Behind Nash, the soldiers of the fort cheered. The men came pouring out of the fortress and picked Nash up. Before he could say anything, they lifted him to their shoulders and cheered his name.
Zuri stood up and shook her fist at him. “I will kill you the next time we meet!”
“Would you rather have a rematch?” Nash asked, still flush with a frustrated cock.
The obscene gesture that Zuri did was unique to her culture, but Nash understood the intent nonetheless.
“We only have a hundred men,” Captain SteelSheild beside him. “When the scouts told us of the Vokian army, we sent out messengers to alert the king. That was a week ago. I doubt they will get here for another three days.”
Nash nodded grimly. His long black hair whipped in the night hair. Nash had never fought a Vokian before but legends abound. Their skin was as dark as night and legend had it that it was cooked black by the hot jungle sun of the south. Vokians wore no clothes because of the heat but they needed no armor because they were as fast as vipers. They say that only the Vokian women fight because they hated having men around to slow them down when they went killing. The Vokians only formed armies to raid the North when they were terribly bored with terrorizing their own neighbors. The Vokians only returned home when their bloodlust was sated.
“It looks like I picked a bad time to come for the boar hunting season,” Nash said.
Captain Steelsheild chuckled. “Bad for you, but the men are glad to have a Hero in the area. I know you can’t kill them all but you will help us make a good showing when they slaughter us.”
Nash smiled. Dying on the walls of a fortress against an overwhelming army was the stuff of legend. It would be a good death. If anyone survived, their might even be a bard song about it.
His smile faded as he saw something coming out of the darkness.
“Is that Vokian carrying a Northerner’s head?” Nash asked.
Captain Steelsheild nodded. “It is their way of signaling a truce. They carry the head of something weak to show that they intend to only talk.”
The Vokian Warrior Woman came within earshot of the fortress wall. Even in the moonlight, Nash marveled at her body. It was so perfectly fit. It was the body of a killing machine.
“My War-chief demands sport!” the Vokian yelled.
“What sick sport do you demons want?” Captain Steelsheild yelled back.
“We demand a battle of champions!” the Vokian woman yelled. “One of our best warriors versus whatever passes for a fighter among your pitiful kind. A battle at dawn to celebrate the blood about to flow.”
Captain Steelsheild looked to Nash.
The mighty warrior nodded. “Be sure to negotiate something good.”
“What will you give us if our champion wins?” Captain Steelsheild yelled.
“We will give you an extra day to pray to your gods for your weak souls!” the Vokian yelled.
“And what if your champion wins?” Captain Steelsheild said.
“You will open your fortress doors and fight us like women!” the Vokian yelled.
“Make it four days of prayer and you have a deal,” Captain Steelsheild said. “Our Gods are demanding and require many sacrifices!”
The Vokian laughed. “No wonder you Northerners are so weak! Your Gods take all your time when you should be fighting! Very well, we will grant you four days of prayer if your Champion defies fate and defeats ours.”
“We shall see you at dawn!” Captain Steelsheild said.
Nash was smiling again. A battle at dawn was just as heroic, wasn’t it?
~~
Dawn broke across the borderlands. Nash Nighthammer walked out of the gates of the fortress. His massive warhammer in his hands, he wore nothing but a loincloth for today’s battle. He felt overdressed compared to the Vokians.
The entire Vokian army was assembled before him. He hadn’t seen this many breasts and pubic bushes in his life. From here he could see that their skin was not black like midnight but more of a rich variety of browns. Each one was uniquely beautiful and he thought was a shame that their races had been at war so many ages.
Nash pushed away such thoughts. He was here for battle.
A Warrior Woman stepped from the crowd. By the All-Mother, she was striking. Easily as tall as Nash, each movement caused the muscles to ripple under her sun baked skin. Her breasts were large for a warrior but not as large as her magnificent hips. She had a small crown of fuzzy black hair on her head and an equally dense bush of hair between her thighs. Some sort of oil coated her body, causing her shine with every movement.
“I am Zuri of the Vokians,” the woman said.
“I am Nash Nighthammer,” he replied.
“Why the fuck are you carrying that?” Zuri said as she pointed at his warhammer.
“It is my weapon,” Nash replied.
The Vokian women laughed. Zuri smiled and her white teeth flashed like fangs on her dark face.
“Unless you plan to put it in my minka, leave it on the ground,” Zuri said.
“Ah, you wish to fight unarmed. I understand,” Nash said.
The Vokian Warrior Women laughed again. Nash was unsettled. It is not a pleasant thing to have so many women laughing at you.
“Fight? What would that prove?” Zuri asked. “We fuck. That is true test of strength. The first one to tire loses.”
Nash frowned. This was not what he had in mind for a final battle. Oh, the bards would certainly sing of it, that he was sure of. Nash just wasn’t sure that he would want to hear that song.
On the other hand, Zuri was a magnificently beautiful woman. There was also the matter of the soldiers in the fort. Fucking for the amusement of an army of women might be humiliating, but the alternative was death for a hundred lives. There was really no choice for the Hero to make.
Nash put his hammer down. Next he took off his loincloth. The Vokians made strange clicking noises with their tongues when his cock was revealed. He didn’t understand their ways but in that moment he chose to believe that they were clicks of approval.
He walked closer to the Vokian. He wasn’t exactly sure how to begin. Well, his cock was certainly ready but he wasn’t sure what custom would require. Should they kiss? Will they set up a place on the ground? Maybe they should start with a hug.
Zuri charged him. Nash was unprepared as she tackled him to the ground. The Vokians laughed as he hit the ground hard. His breath was knocked from him and it wasn’t helped when Zuri sealed his mouth with her dark breasts.
He struggled to breathe. Her breasts were slick with sweet oils that slipped and slid over his face. The more he struggled, the louder the Vokians laughed. He felt Zuri grab his cock and he froze for only a second.
A second was all it took for Zuri to slide onto him. The heat of the Southern lands engulfed his cock seconds before her powerful sexual muscles clamped down. Nash arched his body instinctively and the Vokians laughed as he nearly unseated Zuri. At least he could breathe now.
“Down, Northerner!” Zuri said. She rose to a sitting position on top of his cock. “Now you will see how a Vokian fucks!”
Nash and saw and felt it. Zuri danced on his cock. Her hips moved in directions that he didn’t think were possible. She swiveled, she gyrated and she grinded against his cock with a speed and rhythm that was entirely alien to Nash. Her entire body danced, from her swinging breasts to her head that flowed with a music that Nash couldn’t hear.
He climaxed. He couldn’t help it. She was the most exotic thing that had ever been on his cock and his body responded. He cried out his orgasm as he emptied inside her.
Zuri laughed. She stood up quickly, dismounting from his cock. The Vokians cheered as Zuri stroked his seed into her cunt.
“I’ve seen tree wolves last longer!” Zuri mocked.
Nash rose to his feet. “You’re quitting already?”
“What are you talking about?” Zuri said, her back still to him. “Everyone knows a Northerner can only shot his arrow once.”
“Turn around,” Nash said.
Zuri turned and saw what he meant. His cock was still hard!
“Impossible!” Zuri said.
Nash said nothing. He just kept looking at her beautiful dark body glistening with oil. His cock did the rest. It pulsed under the warm sun.
“I know what will defeat you,” Zuri said.
She shoved him back down to the ground. This time Nash was prepared to fight back. Strangely, she didn’t try to smother him or mount him this time. Her head went for his cock and within seconds, she had taken him into her mouth.
“By the All-Mother!” She sucked liked she fucked; wet and hard. He fell back as Zuri sucked all of his cock into her darks lips. Her slippery breasts pressed against his waist as she laid against him. He could see her perfectly round ass while she did decadent things to his cock.
Nash wanted to lay there and enjoy this woman’s attentions forever. It was the laughter of the Vokians that forced him to act. Having his cock sucked will not exhaust the Warrior Woman. He had to give as much as he was receiving.
He reached over and grabbed one of her legs. He moaned as his fingers wrapped around firm muscles. With a mighty pull, he dragged her legs to him. Zuri could barely resist as she was still vigorously sucking him. In fact, she seemed to be helping him as he brought her sex to his mouth.
Nash pulled the hairy mound of the Vokian to his face. She smelled of exotic flowers and distant lands. When he tasted her, she tasted of powerful spices and delicious fruits. As his tongue moved inside her and lapped at her juices, she moved and responded like a woman.
Around them, the Vokians laughed and made rude comments. Zuri sucked his cock while Nash licked her sex. She squirmed on top of him as he found sensitive areas inside her and he thrust and writhed beneath her as she nurtured his cock with her mouth.
Zuri climaxed this time. She humped Nash’s face with increasing passion until finally she had to take his cock from her mouth and sit up on his face. Once again Nash struggled for air but he kept licking. He licked and he nibbled until the great Vokian Warrior Woman climaxed on his tongue.
“Yiyiyiyiyi!” Zuri cried out in her strange tongue.
The Vokians answered her with a cheer.
When Zuri stopped humping his face, Nash gently pushed her from his body. She was slow to move, her body lazy with orgasm. Nash would normally take this time to cuddle but the stakes were too high. He had to make her surrender.
Nash rolled her over to her stomach. He grabbed her by her lush hips and pulled her up to her knees. His cock, slick with her spit, pushed easily into the sex that was still wet from his licking.
“Lightning and Thunder!” Zuri cried out. She braced herself with her hands as filled her.
Nash began to fuck. He had none of her magical rhythm. He couldn’t hope to match her beauty. All he had was an eager cock, strong hands to hold her hips and the lives of a hundred soldiers to fuck for. It would have to do.
Zuri cried out as he fucked her. In and out. In and out. There was no technique, there was only power. His cock slammed in and out of her with the fury of a Lion-Ape. Zuri couldn’t believe that such power could come from a Northern man. What the fuck were their women like?
Nash however was faced with a problem. He was going to climax soon. Getting hard again after one climax was no problem. He had led a very strange and busy life. Climaxing twice and still staying hard? That might be a problem. If he came again, he lost.
He tried not to think about coming. It wasn’t easy. Zuri’s gorgeous body shook from his thrusts. Her ass quivered every time it slammed into him. He admired the playing of muscles under her dark skin. The sounds she made as they fucked were primal and intoxicating.
Nash tried to distract himself by looking away from her. Every where he looked, the Vokians were looking back. Shiny dark bodies, firm breasts topped with black nipples and proud bushes of pubic hair did nothing to help Nash from containing his lust.
“Yiyiyiyiyi!” Zuri cried out again. Her arms gave out and she collapsed into the ground. Nash still had a hold of her hips though. He kept fucking as he tried to hold off the inevitable.
“Yiyiyiyiyi!” Zuri cried out louder this time. She slammed her fist into the ground.
That was it. Nash couldn’t hold back anymore. It was too much.
“No more! No more!” Zuri said. She pulled away from his body. His cock popped free of her sex and Nash froze in confused frustration. He wanted to come but wait, did she just give up?
The Vokians were just as confused. They were silent as Zuri laid panting on the ground. Nash’s cock throbbed as he waited for their judgement.
“Bah!” one of the Vokians cried out. She was wearing a headdress of feathers upon her head. “You have your four days to pray!”
Behind Nash, the soldiers of the fort cheered. The men came pouring out of the fortress and picked Nash up. Before he could say anything, they lifted him to their shoulders and cheered his name.
Zuri stood up and shook her fist at him. “I will kill you the next time we meet!”
“Would you rather have a rematch?” Nash asked, still flush with a frustrated cock.
The obscene gesture that Zuri did was unique to her culture, but Nash understood the intent nonetheless.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Battle of the Ass-Fighters
Battle of the Ass-fighters is a game I created. In this game, players are Wardens who are charged with managing sexual gladiators who fight for the amusement of Queen Erishella. The Warden who manages to defeat the other Wardens gets the honor of challenging the current Ass-Fighting Champion, Kedea the War-Fucker.
The game involves a lot of dice, the funny shaped kind that you get from role-playing games. That means D4's, D8's, D10's, D12's and the dreaded D20's. The game can be played with two players or up to six.
I designed this game with my wife's tastes in mind. She loves to roll dice. She loves to kick ass. She does not like to check the rules during a fight to untangle something complicated. So what we get is a game where fights happen, dice are rolled and asses are fucked.
Because this game is FREE, you will have to print out the Ass-Fighter card pdf and do your own cutting. My wife glued each Ass-fighter to an index card and it worked surprisingly well. Hey, crafting is fun!
Each Ass-Fighter card lists the dice that an Ass-fighter uses for battle, as well as their special power. Each card also gives a description and history for the Ass-Fighter. Even if you never plan to play the game, reading the cards is entertaining in itself. Consider reading the cards to be the solo version of play.
I am using Google Docs to distribute this game so we'll see how that works.
I beleive you can access the game by clicking this link.
The game involves a lot of dice, the funny shaped kind that you get from role-playing games. That means D4's, D8's, D10's, D12's and the dreaded D20's. The game can be played with two players or up to six.
I designed this game with my wife's tastes in mind. She loves to roll dice. She loves to kick ass. She does not like to check the rules during a fight to untangle something complicated. So what we get is a game where fights happen, dice are rolled and asses are fucked.
Because this game is FREE, you will have to print out the Ass-Fighter card pdf and do your own cutting. My wife glued each Ass-fighter to an index card and it worked surprisingly well. Hey, crafting is fun!
Each Ass-Fighter card lists the dice that an Ass-fighter uses for battle, as well as their special power. Each card also gives a description and history for the Ass-Fighter. Even if you never plan to play the game, reading the cards is entertaining in itself. Consider reading the cards to be the solo version of play.
I am using Google Docs to distribute this game so we'll see how that works.
I beleive you can access the game by clicking this link.
Friday, June 17, 2011
From the Collection: Christy Canyon
Autographed photo by Christy Canyon.
Porn memorabilia is a fascinating market. By fascinating I mean that it is crooked as shit. Sellers on ebay will happily print photos, sign them and then promise you a certificate of authenticity. The actual certificate is usually a piece of paper that say “I, Bob, say this is certified.” If the Certificate of Authenticity does not come from a recognized company, it doesn’t mean shit.
Which makes collecting anything related to porn very tricky. A lot of the people that deal in certifying don't deal in porn signatures. This leaves you with having to take the word of the seller which on the internet, doesn't mean squat.
In other words, I highly don't recommend it.
I have been debating doing a how to guide for collecting porn items but really it is fucking tricky. There are tons of stuff for sale on ebay but there is no way to verify. Occasionally a seller will post a picture of the celebrity signing stuff, as if implying that it was an actual picture of the star signing the item in question, but you would be amazed how many times that same "signing" picture will appear on different items, sometimes by different sellers.
Which is why I love it when stars handle their own ebay sales. I got this photo from Christy Canyon and she signed it for free. Personalization kills the value but seriously, if you collect for value, you will always be disappointed. Collect the things you love and you will always be happy.
I happen to love Christy Canyon.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Fiction: Sackgate
Representative Leonard Sack was in a state of agitation. He was stuck in his House of Representatives waiting for some vote on some stupid ass bill and he hadn’t gotten laid in like two days. This was unacceptable. He didn’t campaign around his shitty district back in his shitty home state to sit around a shitty office not getting laid. He should be getting a congressional blowjob from one of the cute pages they have on staff here.
Sadly for Representative Sack, his page blowjob privileges had been revoked by the House leadership. Last week, the media caught wind of Sack sending a dirty text to a seventeen year old female constituent of his. Sure it was a filthy text about what he would do that girl’s sweet tight ass, but Sack was sure that it was no worse than the filth that kids read today with their vampire novels. In his mind, the media had completely blown this out of proportion.
“It’s not like I’m a Democrat!” Sack swore out loud in his office. Democrats get crucified for sex scandals while Representatives get a pat on the back and a lobbying deal. That’s how Washington works, God damn it. Did everyone forget that?
Sack had a plan. He just had to behave. He just had to lay low till people forgot about his naughty email. When some other jackass does something stupid, Sack can get back into the spotlight by throwing shit at the President or something. The media loves a rebel.
The smartphone on his desk buzzed. His aides had told him that maybe he should get rid of the thing but fuck them. What do aides know anyway? If they were so fucking smart, they would be elected officials instead of aides.
Sack picked up the phone. It was a message from someone named ValentineDD. Well, that didn’t sound like a reporter’s name.
The message read “Hey, loved your dirty txt. I love sexy older men!!!1”
Sack smiled. See? It wasn’t his fault. Women were attracted to powerful men. It was evolution, which was just a theory if any of his supporters asked.
Wait, the message had a picture attached. Sack loaded the image.
Fuck.
It was a picture of two glorious pale breasts contained within a flimsy black fishnet bra. The pink nipples pushed against the sheer material. The nipples looked lovely enough to bite.
This is was more like it. Sack smiled and reclined in his chair. Damn, great tits were what politics was all about.
He had to reply. It would be rude not to.
“Great tits! Got more to share?”
There, that wasn’t too dirty.
The smartphone buzzed. ValentineDD had already responded.
“How about this? Like it???”
It was a picture of black fishnet panties pressing tight against a prolific bush of pubic hair. Christ, Sack was salivating just looking at it.
The phone buzzed again. He got another message from her.
“Now show me something <3 <3 <3”
Sack smiled. He was tempted to send her a picture of his Platinum credit card but that didn’t seem to impress young women as much as it impressed his wife. He knew what girls wanted. They wanted cock.
He unzipped his pants and looked at his bulge. It was a bit smaller than he liked. He reached inside his underwear and gave himself a few tugs. He looked at the picture of her panties and stroked. Within a minute, he had an erection that he was proud of. It looked great pushing against his underwear. He took a picture right next to his cock so that it would look as big as possible.
Sack sent it. Deep down, he knew that House leadership would disapprove but then those assholes only chased cock. They didn’t understand that when you chase pussy, you needed to show the girl what you got. Women love dick.
He got a message back instantly. A picture was attached. He skipped the message and went straight to the image.
Fuck yes. The panties were pulled aside now and a finger was pushing against the lips of her pussy.
The message read “Oh god, you got me so hot! Show me more PLEEEASE!”
Yep, women love dick. Sack played it cool though. He sent a message back.
“Show me the inside of your pussy and I will show you my cock.”
He sent the message as a knock came to the door. “Representative, they need you on the floor for a vote.” His aides knew better than to walk in when the door was closed.
“Fuck!” he snarled. “Which vote is it?”
“The House is going to ban sex education for adults,” the aide said from behind the door.
“Fuck, that is important,” Sack said. His base ate shit like that up. “I’ll be there soon. Go away!”
The smartphone buzzed. He looked down and god damn, ValentineDD delivered. The image that loaded showed the panties completely gone and a beautiful pussy spread wide on some office chair. Two fingers splayed the lips open like a porn star. Fuck yes.
Well now he had to reciprocate. That was how politics worked. It was give and take. He yanked down his underwear and his congressional cock sprang to attention. He snapped a shot, rejected it, and snapped another one much closer. There, now it looked as huge as the Washington monument. He sent it.
Damn, he was hard. Horny as fuck and no pages around to suck his cock. Probation sucked. Oh well, he should probably get to the floor and vote.
The smartphone buzzed. Representative Sack should have ignored it. He had a political career to consider.
Fuck it. He was horny.
He picked the phone up and saw the responding message. Oh God. There was a fucking vibrator inside the woman’s pussy.
The message read “Show me you cum and I’ll send you the video of me masturbating.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Representative Sack knew that would be a mistake. He already had one sex scandal this week, he should lay low. He should consider his career. He should think of how the press would love to use his name in some sort of pun for their headlines. It would be crazy to do what this anonymous woman had asked, no matter how much Sack wanted to see that vibrator slip and slide inside her wet pussy.
What would Ronald Reagan do? Oh yeah, the Gipper would fucking go for it! He’d tap that ass and go shoot a Russian. Sack wouldn’t be a man if he backed down now.
The knock came at the door again. “Sir? They really need your vote. Banning sex education for adults is one of Rush Limbaugh’s top ten requests.”
“I’ll fucking be there!” Sack yelled.
He had to make this quick. He stroked his cock as fast as he could. With his other hand, he held the phone above his cock. He needed to capture the money shot. Women love cocks that pop.
He pumped his fists over his cock. His other hand manipulated the images that he had received and already stored into a photo album. He studied each of the images that ValentineDD had sent him.
He looked at her lovely tits, trapped in a black net of mesh.
He moaned at the sight of her pussy hair covered by flimsy panties.
He groaned at the image of her panties pulled aside.
He shuddered at the picture of her fingers holding her pussy open.
He gasped as he looked at the vibrator inside her.
He climaxed. He made a mess on his congressional desk while his smartphone snapped pictures. Because it had been two days since he last had sex, he had a budget breaking load of semen to pump out. He took pictures of it all and also took some pictures of his massive Republican cock. Chicks loved come-smeared cocks.
Sack sent the images. He zipped up his pants and left the stains where they were. That is what the custodian staff was for. He was a fucking United States Representative, he wasn’t cleaning his own fuck stains.
There was a furious knock at the door. “Representative Sack!” a voice yelled.
“All right, I’m coming!” Sack snapped. “I’ll vote for the ban right away!”
He opened the door to see Representative Viper at his door. What was the Majority Leader’s pet attack dog doing at Sack’s office?
Representative Viper held up a smartphone that was open to some news website.
“Why the fuck did you send a picture of you jacking off to some liberal bitch reporter named Holly Valentine?” Viper snarled.
“Oh shit,” Sack said. His name was definitely going to be used as a pun now.
Sadly for Representative Sack, his page blowjob privileges had been revoked by the House leadership. Last week, the media caught wind of Sack sending a dirty text to a seventeen year old female constituent of his. Sure it was a filthy text about what he would do that girl’s sweet tight ass, but Sack was sure that it was no worse than the filth that kids read today with their vampire novels. In his mind, the media had completely blown this out of proportion.
“It’s not like I’m a Democrat!” Sack swore out loud in his office. Democrats get crucified for sex scandals while Representatives get a pat on the back and a lobbying deal. That’s how Washington works, God damn it. Did everyone forget that?
Sack had a plan. He just had to behave. He just had to lay low till people forgot about his naughty email. When some other jackass does something stupid, Sack can get back into the spotlight by throwing shit at the President or something. The media loves a rebel.
The smartphone on his desk buzzed. His aides had told him that maybe he should get rid of the thing but fuck them. What do aides know anyway? If they were so fucking smart, they would be elected officials instead of aides.
Sack picked up the phone. It was a message from someone named ValentineDD. Well, that didn’t sound like a reporter’s name.
The message read “Hey, loved your dirty txt. I love sexy older men!!!1”
Sack smiled. See? It wasn’t his fault. Women were attracted to powerful men. It was evolution, which was just a theory if any of his supporters asked.
Wait, the message had a picture attached. Sack loaded the image.
Fuck.
It was a picture of two glorious pale breasts contained within a flimsy black fishnet bra. The pink nipples pushed against the sheer material. The nipples looked lovely enough to bite.
This is was more like it. Sack smiled and reclined in his chair. Damn, great tits were what politics was all about.
He had to reply. It would be rude not to.
“Great tits! Got more to share?”
There, that wasn’t too dirty.
The smartphone buzzed. ValentineDD had already responded.
“How about this? Like it???”
It was a picture of black fishnet panties pressing tight against a prolific bush of pubic hair. Christ, Sack was salivating just looking at it.
The phone buzzed again. He got another message from her.
“Now show me something <3 <3 <3”
Sack smiled. He was tempted to send her a picture of his Platinum credit card but that didn’t seem to impress young women as much as it impressed his wife. He knew what girls wanted. They wanted cock.
He unzipped his pants and looked at his bulge. It was a bit smaller than he liked. He reached inside his underwear and gave himself a few tugs. He looked at the picture of her panties and stroked. Within a minute, he had an erection that he was proud of. It looked great pushing against his underwear. He took a picture right next to his cock so that it would look as big as possible.
Sack sent it. Deep down, he knew that House leadership would disapprove but then those assholes only chased cock. They didn’t understand that when you chase pussy, you needed to show the girl what you got. Women love dick.
He got a message back instantly. A picture was attached. He skipped the message and went straight to the image.
Fuck yes. The panties were pulled aside now and a finger was pushing against the lips of her pussy.
The message read “Oh god, you got me so hot! Show me more PLEEEASE!”
Yep, women love dick. Sack played it cool though. He sent a message back.
“Show me the inside of your pussy and I will show you my cock.”
He sent the message as a knock came to the door. “Representative, they need you on the floor for a vote.” His aides knew better than to walk in when the door was closed.
“Fuck!” he snarled. “Which vote is it?”
“The House is going to ban sex education for adults,” the aide said from behind the door.
“Fuck, that is important,” Sack said. His base ate shit like that up. “I’ll be there soon. Go away!”
The smartphone buzzed. He looked down and god damn, ValentineDD delivered. The image that loaded showed the panties completely gone and a beautiful pussy spread wide on some office chair. Two fingers splayed the lips open like a porn star. Fuck yes.
Well now he had to reciprocate. That was how politics worked. It was give and take. He yanked down his underwear and his congressional cock sprang to attention. He snapped a shot, rejected it, and snapped another one much closer. There, now it looked as huge as the Washington monument. He sent it.
Damn, he was hard. Horny as fuck and no pages around to suck his cock. Probation sucked. Oh well, he should probably get to the floor and vote.
The smartphone buzzed. Representative Sack should have ignored it. He had a political career to consider.
Fuck it. He was horny.
He picked the phone up and saw the responding message. Oh God. There was a fucking vibrator inside the woman’s pussy.
The message read “Show me you cum and I’ll send you the video of me masturbating.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Representative Sack knew that would be a mistake. He already had one sex scandal this week, he should lay low. He should consider his career. He should think of how the press would love to use his name in some sort of pun for their headlines. It would be crazy to do what this anonymous woman had asked, no matter how much Sack wanted to see that vibrator slip and slide inside her wet pussy.
What would Ronald Reagan do? Oh yeah, the Gipper would fucking go for it! He’d tap that ass and go shoot a Russian. Sack wouldn’t be a man if he backed down now.
The knock came at the door again. “Sir? They really need your vote. Banning sex education for adults is one of Rush Limbaugh’s top ten requests.”
“I’ll fucking be there!” Sack yelled.
He had to make this quick. He stroked his cock as fast as he could. With his other hand, he held the phone above his cock. He needed to capture the money shot. Women love cocks that pop.
He pumped his fists over his cock. His other hand manipulated the images that he had received and already stored into a photo album. He studied each of the images that ValentineDD had sent him.
He looked at her lovely tits, trapped in a black net of mesh.
He moaned at the sight of her pussy hair covered by flimsy panties.
He groaned at the image of her panties pulled aside.
He shuddered at the picture of her fingers holding her pussy open.
He gasped as he looked at the vibrator inside her.
He climaxed. He made a mess on his congressional desk while his smartphone snapped pictures. Because it had been two days since he last had sex, he had a budget breaking load of semen to pump out. He took pictures of it all and also took some pictures of his massive Republican cock. Chicks loved come-smeared cocks.
Sack sent the images. He zipped up his pants and left the stains where they were. That is what the custodian staff was for. He was a fucking United States Representative, he wasn’t cleaning his own fuck stains.
There was a furious knock at the door. “Representative Sack!” a voice yelled.
“All right, I’m coming!” Sack snapped. “I’ll vote for the ban right away!”
He opened the door to see Representative Viper at his door. What was the Majority Leader’s pet attack dog doing at Sack’s office?
Representative Viper held up a smartphone that was open to some news website.
“Why the fuck did you send a picture of you jacking off to some liberal bitch reporter named Holly Valentine?” Viper snarled.
“Oh shit,” Sack said. His name was definitely going to be used as a pun now.
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Fiction: Small Talk
“We should fuck,” Pam said.
I laughed. That was what you do at a party and the wife of your friend hits on you.
“I think our spouses would have a problem with that,” I said.
Pam sipped her wine. I tried to gauge how much she had drunk already. I tried really hard not to look at the cleavage rising out of her black dress.
“It’s basketball season,” Pam said. “Every Saturday he spends all day at his friends’ houses watching games. You would be doing him a favor by fucking me.”
“Saturday is Wendy’s book club,” I said. Complaining about spouses. This is what people talk about at parties. I can do this. “She doesn’t like it when I hang around the house. She says it kills the spirit since I never read the books.”
“See?” Wendy said. “You could come to my house. We can fuck on the new couch we bought. Doesn’t that sound like a good way to spend a Saturday?”
“That does sound good,” I admitted. I realized that I said it out loud. I sipped my wine and tried to judge how much I have had to drink.
“I want to feel your cock inside my pussy,” Pam said.
My cock responded to her before my brain could put anything together.
”Only after I suck it of course,” Pam said. “I love sucking cock. A lot of women say that but for me it’s true. I can spend an hour sucking cock but then, few men last that long.”
I believed her. She had full lips painted a delicious pink. She gave a me a look and I knew that she was serious.
“Could you last an hour?” she asked me. “Could you keep from coming until I licked and sucked every bit of your cock?”
“I would try,” I said. I was whispering. There. I had committed to something that I didn’t quite understand.
“Do you like eating pussy?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. I wasn’t thinking. I was answering.
“Would you eat me on my new couch?” Pam asked. “I can pull my legs pretty wide apart. All of those yoga classes aren’t just a sex substitute.”
“I want to taste you,” I said. It wasn’t flirting. It was true.
Pam stood closer to me. Around us, the party went on with meaningless conversations. I became aware of how Pam smelled. I noticed how nice she looked in her black dress.
“What is your favorite color?” she asked.
“Green,” I said.
“Oh good. I have a green teddy that you will love,” Pam said. “My breasts fall right out of it. “
I smiled. “Do you have any requests for me?” I didn’t know if I would honor her requests but right there at this night, I loved the idea of considering them.
Pam’s lips smiled with wicked anticipation. “I miss getting fucked from behind. God, I just want to get fucked so hard that we damage some furniture. Can you do that? Can you fuck me like you want it?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer.
“Hey Carl,” my wife called from the table. “Come meet my coworker.”
I nodded to my wife and raised my glass in the universal sign of “Just a second.”
“Later,” I said to Pam. I should have said more but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do.
“Next Saturday, noon.” Pam said. “On my couch.”
“Yes,” I said, not sure if I meant it.
We’ll see this Saturday.
I laughed. That was what you do at a party and the wife of your friend hits on you.
“I think our spouses would have a problem with that,” I said.
Pam sipped her wine. I tried to gauge how much she had drunk already. I tried really hard not to look at the cleavage rising out of her black dress.
“It’s basketball season,” Pam said. “Every Saturday he spends all day at his friends’ houses watching games. You would be doing him a favor by fucking me.”
“Saturday is Wendy’s book club,” I said. Complaining about spouses. This is what people talk about at parties. I can do this. “She doesn’t like it when I hang around the house. She says it kills the spirit since I never read the books.”
“See?” Wendy said. “You could come to my house. We can fuck on the new couch we bought. Doesn’t that sound like a good way to spend a Saturday?”
“That does sound good,” I admitted. I realized that I said it out loud. I sipped my wine and tried to judge how much I have had to drink.
“I want to feel your cock inside my pussy,” Pam said.
My cock responded to her before my brain could put anything together.
”Only after I suck it of course,” Pam said. “I love sucking cock. A lot of women say that but for me it’s true. I can spend an hour sucking cock but then, few men last that long.”
I believed her. She had full lips painted a delicious pink. She gave a me a look and I knew that she was serious.
“Could you last an hour?” she asked me. “Could you keep from coming until I licked and sucked every bit of your cock?”
“I would try,” I said. I was whispering. There. I had committed to something that I didn’t quite understand.
“Do you like eating pussy?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. I wasn’t thinking. I was answering.
“Would you eat me on my new couch?” Pam asked. “I can pull my legs pretty wide apart. All of those yoga classes aren’t just a sex substitute.”
“I want to taste you,” I said. It wasn’t flirting. It was true.
Pam stood closer to me. Around us, the party went on with meaningless conversations. I became aware of how Pam smelled. I noticed how nice she looked in her black dress.
“What is your favorite color?” she asked.
“Green,” I said.
“Oh good. I have a green teddy that you will love,” Pam said. “My breasts fall right out of it. “
I smiled. “Do you have any requests for me?” I didn’t know if I would honor her requests but right there at this night, I loved the idea of considering them.
Pam’s lips smiled with wicked anticipation. “I miss getting fucked from behind. God, I just want to get fucked so hard that we damage some furniture. Can you do that? Can you fuck me like you want it?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer.
“Hey Carl,” my wife called from the table. “Come meet my coworker.”
I nodded to my wife and raised my glass in the universal sign of “Just a second.”
“Later,” I said to Pam. I should have said more but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do.
“Next Saturday, noon.” Pam said. “On my couch.”
“Yes,” I said, not sure if I meant it.
We’ll see this Saturday.
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Friday, June 03, 2011
Violatrix DNA
Since I have more free time, I thought I would document my through process for my next book. I find the process of writing to be fascinating so I will try to share my thoughts just in case someone else does too. I will also avoid spoilers which might be tricky, but hey, I hate spoilers as much as I love process.
The Violatrix is a book set in Queen Erishella's navy. Erishella is a cruel monarch who sends spaceships out to find new worlds to subjugate. The Violatrix is the name of a space ship where the story takes place.
My high concept description is "Star Trek if the crew followed Ming the Merciless."
As much as I love star Trek, I don't have an interest in doing a parody of it. The evil mirror universe in Star Trek is a big influence but I beleive it is better to create than to write fan fiction. When you create your own characters, your own rules and your own universe, than it is yours. No reader will ever say "I don't beleive evil Kirk from a parallel universe would act that way!"
I also like the universe of Queen Erishella better. Using Flash Gordon as a jumping point, you start from a place of high adventure and space opera. Star Trek investigates and uses science. Flash Gordon fights a lot of half naked people while other half naked people are tied up. Queen Erishella uses science to get people naked and make them do terrible things while they have sex.
Sex is the big thing. I write erotica. Any story I do is going to be soaked in sex. Violatrix is a sexy ship that preys on lesser planets. The crew is a mix of dominant personalities and submissives. They fuck a lot. Fucking is worked into the process. The Captain is the King of Fucking and everyone envy his power. Betrayal and venom will be the fuel that this ship runs on. The reason this crew is the terror of the universe is because they sharpen themselves on trying to terrorize each other.
Which means I have potentially have a cast of unlikable characters. That could be a problem. This is where I think humor helps. The reason so few BDSM stories have humor is that it kills the deadly gothic tension that they are trying to build. I use humor all the time because I am a smart ass. I think humor will help keep this book from being a total bummer.
I also think that if every character is a bastard, then it become enjoyable to see them inconvenienced. I also want to give every dog their day, so that even the submissives who get abused take it out on someone else. Plus, they are a crew of perverts, so I think there will be a lot of situations where people are being taken advantage of and they are not complaining all that much. This might seem offensive in theory but in practice, it sometimes works. A ship full of bdsm science fiction can get a lot of leeway.
Which brings us to the plot. Plot A will be the Violatrix and the crew against a threat. This will be main plot. Plot B will involve two characters trying to assassinate the Captain. Plot C will involve two other characters trying to smuggle something on board for their own personal profit. That leaves three characters left over who will either be accomplices or obstacles for the characters in Plot B and C.
And fucking. So much fucking.
The Violatrix is a book set in Queen Erishella's navy. Erishella is a cruel monarch who sends spaceships out to find new worlds to subjugate. The Violatrix is the name of a space ship where the story takes place.
My high concept description is "Star Trek if the crew followed Ming the Merciless."
As much as I love star Trek, I don't have an interest in doing a parody of it. The evil mirror universe in Star Trek is a big influence but I beleive it is better to create than to write fan fiction. When you create your own characters, your own rules and your own universe, than it is yours. No reader will ever say "I don't beleive evil Kirk from a parallel universe would act that way!"
I also like the universe of Queen Erishella better. Using Flash Gordon as a jumping point, you start from a place of high adventure and space opera. Star Trek investigates and uses science. Flash Gordon fights a lot of half naked people while other half naked people are tied up. Queen Erishella uses science to get people naked and make them do terrible things while they have sex.
Sex is the big thing. I write erotica. Any story I do is going to be soaked in sex. Violatrix is a sexy ship that preys on lesser planets. The crew is a mix of dominant personalities and submissives. They fuck a lot. Fucking is worked into the process. The Captain is the King of Fucking and everyone envy his power. Betrayal and venom will be the fuel that this ship runs on. The reason this crew is the terror of the universe is because they sharpen themselves on trying to terrorize each other.
Which means I have potentially have a cast of unlikable characters. That could be a problem. This is where I think humor helps. The reason so few BDSM stories have humor is that it kills the deadly gothic tension that they are trying to build. I use humor all the time because I am a smart ass. I think humor will help keep this book from being a total bummer.
I also think that if every character is a bastard, then it become enjoyable to see them inconvenienced. I also want to give every dog their day, so that even the submissives who get abused take it out on someone else. Plus, they are a crew of perverts, so I think there will be a lot of situations where people are being taken advantage of and they are not complaining all that much. This might seem offensive in theory but in practice, it sometimes works. A ship full of bdsm science fiction can get a lot of leeway.
Which brings us to the plot. Plot A will be the Violatrix and the crew against a threat. This will be main plot. Plot B will involve two characters trying to assassinate the Captain. Plot C will involve two other characters trying to smuggle something on board for their own personal profit. That leaves three characters left over who will either be accomplices or obstacles for the characters in Plot B and C.
And fucking. So much fucking.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Fiction: MVP vs Firefly
When nerdy Marcus Diggins was a teenager, he discovered that he could channel the physical abilities of any athlete if he was touching something that belonged to them. Armed with the medallion of Muhammad Ali, the shoes of Jesse Owens and the belt of Charles Atlas, Marcus now fights crime in the city of Comfort Bay as the MVP!
Marcus leaped from rooftop to rooftop. Powerful black legs easily cleared gaping distances as he jumped through the air. He resisted the urge to show off and flex his gigantic dark arms. He had the skills for it; he was wearing the socks of an awesome skateboarder under his red spandex. He wouldn’t give in. Marcus had to keep it serious. The fate of the city was at stake.
Earlier that evening, Marcus had stopped a mugging in the part of town known as Murder Boulevard. Really, it was amazing that ordinary citizens still walked around that part of town but there they were, some young wealthy couple trying to save on parking at the opera by doing a little walking. A group of thugs found them and if wasn’t for the timely appearance of MVP and his lightning fast fists, the young couple would have been another pair of chalk outlines on the street.
One of the muggers offered to tell MVP some information if he let him go. According to the juvenile delinquent, the anarchist villainess, Firefly was back in town. She had built some sort of bomb and was planning to detonate it tomorrow at some public place. The mugger wasn’t sure why she was willing to commit mass homicide, but he did know where she hiding.
MVP let the mugger go with a stern warning and rapid jab to the kid’s kidneys. After advising the couple to stay the fuck out of Murder Boulevard, MVP went running to the location the mugger had given him. It was an old warehouse near the docks and Marcus hauled ass to get there.
“You know, the police really should monitor all of the abandoned warehouses in this city,” Marcus thought. “Villains are always hiding in one of them.”
He looked down at the warehouse in question. It had the classic signs. The windows were boarded up but the front doors looked suspiciously clean and new. An active security camera was at each corner of the supposedly abandoned building. The dumpster outside the warehouse was crammed with old junk as if the warehouse had been recently cleaned. This was definitely a hideout.
Marcus had a few options for entering. He could try to find a sneaky way in. He might even disguise himself as a criminal and try to infiltrate the place. Or, he could go charging in and beat the shit out of anyone he saw.
He was leaning towards charging in. It wasn’t because Marcus was a violent man. It had more to do with his rather frustrated love life lately. His girlfriend had left him after a six month relationship of little to no sex. The lack of sex was entirely her choice. Marcus might have been a hero of the night but the athletes that he channeled were all dogs. He had the sexual appetite of an entire basketball team, which in hindsight, made it a really bad idea to date a daughter of a minister.
Oh yeah. Marcus was definitely charging in. Deep down he knew that the aggression was an outlet for his sex drive but it sure as fuck beat masturbating six times a day.
MVP jumped down to the street. He started running with all the speed and power of Jesse Owens. He dropped his shoulder and with the power of Charles Atlas, he demolished the front door. His heightened fighting senses quickly checked the interior for enemies, readying a devastating right hook for anyone who might be on guard.
He didn’t see the pit till he fell in it. He landed on his feet but the pit opening was already closing above him. Darkness engulfed him, followed by the hissing of knockout gas. MVP fell to the floor unconscious. He hadn’t thrown a single punch.
Marcus woke up. The cold steel under him chilled his skin. That was when he realized that his pants were missing. His bare black ass was tied down to some sort of table.
“Fuck,” Marcus thought. If his pants were gone, then so was the belt of Charles Atlas. He couldn’t use any super strength to get out of this.
Wait. Why were his pants missing?
“You are finally awake,” a woman’s voice said. “I must say that this is a record. I sent those muggers out in the hope of tipping off a hero and it only took half an hour for one to crash into my trap.”
“Firefly!” MVP said. “What is your evil plan?”
The woman stepped out of the darkness. Flames outlined her naked body. Twin metal studs pierced her nipples and glowed red from the heat. Her long red hair was literally on fire. Tattoos of birds and flowers decorated her body and each tattoo was lined in flame. Sparks rose from every step she took.
“My evil plan?” she asked. “It was simple. I wanted a hero to torment and humiliate. I didn’t count on getting one so handsome. I was afraid of getting someone more cerebral like Upgrade or God forbid, a woman like NightByrd. Though I have to say, I am almost horny enough to fuck a woman at this point.”
“Ha!” Firefly laughed. “I wish you could see your face! You heroes are all alike! All wrapped up in your self-righteous ness and never allowing yourself a little fun. It is why you allow yourselves to be slaves to society instead of indulging your own passions! That changes tonight, MVP! I plan to corrupt your prudish ass! You will climax for me, and once you ejaculate, you will be one step closer to shaking off your constraining society-imposed morality!”
Marcus tried desperately not to throb at this statement. “And how do you plan to do that? Sure, you got me naked but I can recite basketball stats in my head all night long. You won’t even get an erection out of me.”
“That is where the bomb comes into play,” Firefly said. She stood next to the table that he was strapped to. Her hand moved up the length of his leg and he could feel the emanating from her.
“Wait, there really is a bomb?” Marcus asked.
“Yes,” the evil redhead said. “Right now it is scheduled to explode in about, umm, twenty minutes. It is cleverly hidden in City Hall. If I do not turn off this hand switch, it will explode and destroy that cesspit of bureaucratic corruption! I will only turn it off once you come from my hand!”
Firefly grabbed his cock. Marcus cried out till he realized that her hand wasn’t on fire. Her hand was still warm though. More importantly, it was wrapped around his cock and terribly soft.
Marcus throbbed. He gained an erection within seconds as Firefly laughed.
“So what is it going to be, MVP?” Firefly taunted. She pumped his cock with her hand. “Are you going to resist and adhere to your outdated prudish sensibilities and let those politicians die? Or will you give in to your baser instincts and-“
“Oh God!” Marcus cried. His cock erupted in a fountain of seed.
Firefly looked at the sudden mess that MVP had made. A sticky strand had landed on her shoulder. She glanced at it and it incinerated instantly.
“Turn off the bomb!” Marcus yelled. “I’ve played your dirty game!”
“No fair!” Firefly said. “Obviously you were a bit frustrated. I’m changing the rules. Now you have to come twice before I deactivate the bomb!”
The wicked redhead resumed stroking him. To taunt him further, she bent down and took his come coated cock into her mouth. Her breasts pressed against him and he prayed that the red hot metal stuffs didn’t touch him.
Marcus closed his eyes. It made it worse. He opened his eyes to see Firefly’s pale face sucking his black cock. She still had the bomb trigger in her other hand. The threat of people dying was almost an erection killer. Almost.
“Fuck!” he cried out.
Firefly glanced at him a second before she was choked with a fresh flood of seed. To Marcus’s surprise, she kept sucking and swallowed him all before rising.
She still had her hand on his. “Damn, and here I thought I wasn’t getting laid.”
“You’re a supervillain,” Marcus said. “You guys get laid all the time.”
“Ha!” Firefly said. “All I get are pyromaniacs. I haven’t had a good fuck in months.”
“Well, I beat your challenge,” Marcus said. “Please let me go and deactivate the bomb.”
Firefly shook her head. “You’re still hard. Maybe a hand and mouth are too easy. To really corrupt you, I’ll need to mount you.”
“Oh sweet Jesus,” Marcus groaned.
The evil redhead climbed onto the steel table. Her sex was bare except for the occasional flame that would flicker. She positioned herself over Marcus and grabbed his cock. He watched intently as she slowly lowered herself.
Incredible heat engulfed his cock. Marcus shuddered as Firefly impaled herself onto him. She was hot, but she was also wet and wonderfully tight.
She gripped the bomb trigger to her chest while her other hand played with his chest. Her fingers pulled lightly against his chest hair. “Shit, it has been too long,” she whispered.
Firefly moved on his cock. Back and forth, she grinded against him. Fire danced over her body. She looked down on him but she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she focused inward. She moaned softly with each pelvic thrust against his cock.
Marcus worried that the flames would burn him but they were only warm against him. In fact, it felt kind of nice. Her hair floated around her face as sparks erupted from the joining of their sexes.
“God damn!” Marcus cried out. He climaxed again.
Firefly didn’t slow down. She kept grinding until a minute later, her own orgasm fired within her. She threw her head back and screamed, flames pouring from her mouth as she celebrated her climax.
Marcus recoiled from the pyrotechnics. That was when he saw that the steel cuffs holding his hands had melted. He turned and looked at the steel table that was no longer holding him. The table was melting from tremendous heats. It was him. He was the one that melted the table.
“I never realized I could absorb the powers of other super-powered people,” Marcus thought. “Then again, I have never had my cock inside one either.”
Firefly noticed the change as well. She jumped off of Marcus and rolled to the floor. She stood up, a fireball forming in her hand.
Marcus sat up and got off the table too.
“So now what?” Firefly said. “Do we fight?”
“Shit girl,” Marcus said. “That was the best sex that I had in ages.” He didn’t mention that it was the only sex that he had. “How about you deactivate the bomb and leave me the trigger and we’ll call it even.”
Firefly let out a big sigh. The flames winked out in an instant. “Sounds good to me,” she said. She tossed the bomb trigger to him.
Marcus caught it. “Now go home and ummm, try to obey the law from now on. I’ve got nothing. You fucked my brains out.”
Firefly laughed. “Let’s not tell anyone about this, okay? I don’t think it makes either of us look good.”
“Deal,” Marcus said.
Marcus leaped from rooftop to rooftop. Powerful black legs easily cleared gaping distances as he jumped through the air. He resisted the urge to show off and flex his gigantic dark arms. He had the skills for it; he was wearing the socks of an awesome skateboarder under his red spandex. He wouldn’t give in. Marcus had to keep it serious. The fate of the city was at stake.
Earlier that evening, Marcus had stopped a mugging in the part of town known as Murder Boulevard. Really, it was amazing that ordinary citizens still walked around that part of town but there they were, some young wealthy couple trying to save on parking at the opera by doing a little walking. A group of thugs found them and if wasn’t for the timely appearance of MVP and his lightning fast fists, the young couple would have been another pair of chalk outlines on the street.
One of the muggers offered to tell MVP some information if he let him go. According to the juvenile delinquent, the anarchist villainess, Firefly was back in town. She had built some sort of bomb and was planning to detonate it tomorrow at some public place. The mugger wasn’t sure why she was willing to commit mass homicide, but he did know where she hiding.
MVP let the mugger go with a stern warning and rapid jab to the kid’s kidneys. After advising the couple to stay the fuck out of Murder Boulevard, MVP went running to the location the mugger had given him. It was an old warehouse near the docks and Marcus hauled ass to get there.
“You know, the police really should monitor all of the abandoned warehouses in this city,” Marcus thought. “Villains are always hiding in one of them.”
He looked down at the warehouse in question. It had the classic signs. The windows were boarded up but the front doors looked suspiciously clean and new. An active security camera was at each corner of the supposedly abandoned building. The dumpster outside the warehouse was crammed with old junk as if the warehouse had been recently cleaned. This was definitely a hideout.
Marcus had a few options for entering. He could try to find a sneaky way in. He might even disguise himself as a criminal and try to infiltrate the place. Or, he could go charging in and beat the shit out of anyone he saw.
He was leaning towards charging in. It wasn’t because Marcus was a violent man. It had more to do with his rather frustrated love life lately. His girlfriend had left him after a six month relationship of little to no sex. The lack of sex was entirely her choice. Marcus might have been a hero of the night but the athletes that he channeled were all dogs. He had the sexual appetite of an entire basketball team, which in hindsight, made it a really bad idea to date a daughter of a minister.
Oh yeah. Marcus was definitely charging in. Deep down he knew that the aggression was an outlet for his sex drive but it sure as fuck beat masturbating six times a day.
MVP jumped down to the street. He started running with all the speed and power of Jesse Owens. He dropped his shoulder and with the power of Charles Atlas, he demolished the front door. His heightened fighting senses quickly checked the interior for enemies, readying a devastating right hook for anyone who might be on guard.
He didn’t see the pit till he fell in it. He landed on his feet but the pit opening was already closing above him. Darkness engulfed him, followed by the hissing of knockout gas. MVP fell to the floor unconscious. He hadn’t thrown a single punch.
Marcus woke up. The cold steel under him chilled his skin. That was when he realized that his pants were missing. His bare black ass was tied down to some sort of table.
“Fuck,” Marcus thought. If his pants were gone, then so was the belt of Charles Atlas. He couldn’t use any super strength to get out of this.
Wait. Why were his pants missing?
“You are finally awake,” a woman’s voice said. “I must say that this is a record. I sent those muggers out in the hope of tipping off a hero and it only took half an hour for one to crash into my trap.”
“Firefly!” MVP said. “What is your evil plan?”
The woman stepped out of the darkness. Flames outlined her naked body. Twin metal studs pierced her nipples and glowed red from the heat. Her long red hair was literally on fire. Tattoos of birds and flowers decorated her body and each tattoo was lined in flame. Sparks rose from every step she took.
“My evil plan?” she asked. “It was simple. I wanted a hero to torment and humiliate. I didn’t count on getting one so handsome. I was afraid of getting someone more cerebral like Upgrade or God forbid, a woman like NightByrd. Though I have to say, I am almost horny enough to fuck a woman at this point.”
“Ha!” Firefly laughed. “I wish you could see your face! You heroes are all alike! All wrapped up in your self-righteous ness and never allowing yourself a little fun. It is why you allow yourselves to be slaves to society instead of indulging your own passions! That changes tonight, MVP! I plan to corrupt your prudish ass! You will climax for me, and once you ejaculate, you will be one step closer to shaking off your constraining society-imposed morality!”
Marcus tried desperately not to throb at this statement. “And how do you plan to do that? Sure, you got me naked but I can recite basketball stats in my head all night long. You won’t even get an erection out of me.”
“That is where the bomb comes into play,” Firefly said. She stood next to the table that he was strapped to. Her hand moved up the length of his leg and he could feel the emanating from her.
“Wait, there really is a bomb?” Marcus asked.
“Yes,” the evil redhead said. “Right now it is scheduled to explode in about, umm, twenty minutes. It is cleverly hidden in City Hall. If I do not turn off this hand switch, it will explode and destroy that cesspit of bureaucratic corruption! I will only turn it off once you come from my hand!”
Firefly grabbed his cock. Marcus cried out till he realized that her hand wasn’t on fire. Her hand was still warm though. More importantly, it was wrapped around his cock and terribly soft.
Marcus throbbed. He gained an erection within seconds as Firefly laughed.
“So what is it going to be, MVP?” Firefly taunted. She pumped his cock with her hand. “Are you going to resist and adhere to your outdated prudish sensibilities and let those politicians die? Or will you give in to your baser instincts and-“
“Oh God!” Marcus cried. His cock erupted in a fountain of seed.
Firefly looked at the sudden mess that MVP had made. A sticky strand had landed on her shoulder. She glanced at it and it incinerated instantly.
“Turn off the bomb!” Marcus yelled. “I’ve played your dirty game!”
“No fair!” Firefly said. “Obviously you were a bit frustrated. I’m changing the rules. Now you have to come twice before I deactivate the bomb!”
The wicked redhead resumed stroking him. To taunt him further, she bent down and took his come coated cock into her mouth. Her breasts pressed against him and he prayed that the red hot metal stuffs didn’t touch him.
Marcus closed his eyes. It made it worse. He opened his eyes to see Firefly’s pale face sucking his black cock. She still had the bomb trigger in her other hand. The threat of people dying was almost an erection killer. Almost.
“Fuck!” he cried out.
Firefly glanced at him a second before she was choked with a fresh flood of seed. To Marcus’s surprise, she kept sucking and swallowed him all before rising.
She still had her hand on his. “Damn, and here I thought I wasn’t getting laid.”
“You’re a supervillain,” Marcus said. “You guys get laid all the time.”
“Ha!” Firefly said. “All I get are pyromaniacs. I haven’t had a good fuck in months.”
“Well, I beat your challenge,” Marcus said. “Please let me go and deactivate the bomb.”
Firefly shook her head. “You’re still hard. Maybe a hand and mouth are too easy. To really corrupt you, I’ll need to mount you.”
“Oh sweet Jesus,” Marcus groaned.
The evil redhead climbed onto the steel table. Her sex was bare except for the occasional flame that would flicker. She positioned herself over Marcus and grabbed his cock. He watched intently as she slowly lowered herself.
Incredible heat engulfed his cock. Marcus shuddered as Firefly impaled herself onto him. She was hot, but she was also wet and wonderfully tight.
She gripped the bomb trigger to her chest while her other hand played with his chest. Her fingers pulled lightly against his chest hair. “Shit, it has been too long,” she whispered.
Firefly moved on his cock. Back and forth, she grinded against him. Fire danced over her body. She looked down on him but she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she focused inward. She moaned softly with each pelvic thrust against his cock.
Marcus worried that the flames would burn him but they were only warm against him. In fact, it felt kind of nice. Her hair floated around her face as sparks erupted from the joining of their sexes.
“God damn!” Marcus cried out. He climaxed again.
Firefly didn’t slow down. She kept grinding until a minute later, her own orgasm fired within her. She threw her head back and screamed, flames pouring from her mouth as she celebrated her climax.
Marcus recoiled from the pyrotechnics. That was when he saw that the steel cuffs holding his hands had melted. He turned and looked at the steel table that was no longer holding him. The table was melting from tremendous heats. It was him. He was the one that melted the table.
“I never realized I could absorb the powers of other super-powered people,” Marcus thought. “Then again, I have never had my cock inside one either.”
Firefly noticed the change as well. She jumped off of Marcus and rolled to the floor. She stood up, a fireball forming in her hand.
Marcus sat up and got off the table too.
“So now what?” Firefly said. “Do we fight?”
“Shit girl,” Marcus said. “That was the best sex that I had in ages.” He didn’t mention that it was the only sex that he had. “How about you deactivate the bomb and leave me the trigger and we’ll call it even.”
Firefly let out a big sigh. The flames winked out in an instant. “Sounds good to me,” she said. She tossed the bomb trigger to him.
Marcus caught it. “Now go home and ummm, try to obey the law from now on. I’ve got nothing. You fucked my brains out.”
Firefly laughed. “Let’s not tell anyone about this, okay? I don’t think it makes either of us look good.”
“Deal,” Marcus said.
Monday, May 30, 2011
First Draft, Ho!
This weekend I finished the last story for my pirate anthology. You have no idea how nice that felt. I originally wanted this book ready by May but reality and work kicked that idea in the nads. As I kept missing my own deadlines, I wondered if this was ever going to be written.Which I think is an important lesson to all you amateur hobbyist writers out there - Don't give yourself deadlines. It is good to have goals and a schedule but seriously, I beat myself up emotionally for deadlines and I am my own boss. What is up with that? You know what is a better deadline? Write it till it is good. That's your deadline.
Speaking of good, one of my original goals was to have twenty-four stories set on this pirate ship. Why twenty-four? No good reason. It just seemed like a round fat number. Around story 18, I realized that I was about out of good ideas. I had four plots that were doable, but they were not exactly exciting. I started writing a few of them before I realized that they read like filler. I was trying to reach my own self imposed goal of twenty-four stories instead of just tying it up when I was out of good stories. Don't pull a Shon and do that.
Once I decided to stop at eighteen stories, I came up with two more. For story nineteen, I recycled an old favorite of mine about a pirate named Lucky John. I rewrote it a bit and added him to the crew. I wanted to have only new stories for this book but screw it, this is a good story. It deserves a second read.
For my twentieth story, I hacked and whittled at an idea I had till it was a story as good as the other nineteen. I like it. It has an orgy. It centers on the Captain and is from her point of view, something I carefully avoided throughout the whole anthology. I like Captain Kate O'Plenty and I think you will too.
I would like to go on the record and say that my biggest regret with this anthology is that I never wrote a story for the cook of the ship. I had a few character ideas in mind but no story to go with it. BDSM cooks are a favorite of mine but in six months, I couldn't come up with an angle that brought anything new to the genre. Oh well. Maybe now that the stories are written, my brain will relax and come up with an idea.
Just because the stories are written doesn't mean they are done. I need to go back through each one and rewrite them so that all of the characters remain consistent from story to story. I also need to polish and fine tune the three sea shanties I had written and see if I have it in me to write the Pirate Code for the ship.
The funny thing is that after all this, it goes to my lucky charm proofreader, Bridget, and the real editing and rewriting begins.
In the meantime, I can start writing about another ship, this one set in space and where everyone is a Hell of a lot meaner.
The picture was drawn by Joe Gravel. The guy makes wonderful pirate sketch cards and I wanted something epic from him. He certainly delivered.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Review: Pirate Fairies of the 8th Sea
Pirate Fairies of the 8th Sea is a new black and white comic by George Webber. It features a pretty pirate Captain and her OMG adorable kitten crew. When I opened to a random page of the book and showed it to my wife, she squealed at the cuteness of the pirate kittens. Shit, I was almost squealing too. Their cuteness should be a crime. There are two things I really loved about this book. First, the art is amazing. There is a high level of detailing that you don't usually see in comics. Every page is a gorgeous piece by itself. The layout is a bit different in that you turn the book sideways to read it. You are flipping pages up to read. This creates an interesting effect of stacking art on top of one another.
The second thing I love about the book is that it takes place in a rather vague child's story universe. The boat is barely big enough for the Capetian to sit in but it works. Although it has no sex, I consider this book to be a spiritual cousin to my Island princess stories in that they read like flights of fancy more than anything else. There is a dream quality to it that makes it terribly fun. Comics should be fun.
You can buy it from the author at the piratical price of Five dollars and shipping here.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Non-fiction: Emotional Freedom
Today is the last day of my job. Holy crap.
The thing about my job is it was something I took when I was in my first marriage because it allowed me to work from home and with my anxiety, that was terribly helpful. My first wife didn't do much to encourage me to leave my protective space and this job, although it sucked, catered to my fears. As I found a new wife, got the mental medication I needed and developed the life skills to become an adult, this job was the last remnant of that old life. It was a job I worked because I had been working it. Like many terrible things, it was just something I never realized that I could make better. By leaving this job, I feel like I have shed the last chain of my crippling past mentality.
With my abundance of free time I plan to pursue such wild and crazy goals like learning new recipes to cook. I plan to get back into yoga. Once I have my life together again, I plan to get back to college.
I also plan to write. Oh my, I will write. The last time I lost a job, I couldn't write for shit due to anxiety, marital stress and more anxiety. Now I am on a lot more medication and I have a kick-ass supportive wife.
Free Advice! If your spouse doesn't support the things you love, leave that asshole.
With this free time, I plan to finally get cracking on the Violatrix book I wanted to do for Christmas. I will also be able to work almost daily on the Farmer's Daughter's Almanac, which I think is going to be a lot of fun. I can also wrap up this Pirates anthology that is soooo close to being done. The best part about quitting is now I can work on the shit I want to do.
I feel like a whole adult now.
The thing about my job is it was something I took when I was in my first marriage because it allowed me to work from home and with my anxiety, that was terribly helpful. My first wife didn't do much to encourage me to leave my protective space and this job, although it sucked, catered to my fears. As I found a new wife, got the mental medication I needed and developed the life skills to become an adult, this job was the last remnant of that old life. It was a job I worked because I had been working it. Like many terrible things, it was just something I never realized that I could make better. By leaving this job, I feel like I have shed the last chain of my crippling past mentality.
With my abundance of free time I plan to pursue such wild and crazy goals like learning new recipes to cook. I plan to get back into yoga. Once I have my life together again, I plan to get back to college.
I also plan to write. Oh my, I will write. The last time I lost a job, I couldn't write for shit due to anxiety, marital stress and more anxiety. Now I am on a lot more medication and I have a kick-ass supportive wife.
Free Advice! If your spouse doesn't support the things you love, leave that asshole.
With this free time, I plan to finally get cracking on the Violatrix book I wanted to do for Christmas. I will also be able to work almost daily on the Farmer's Daughter's Almanac, which I think is going to be a lot of fun. I can also wrap up this Pirates anthology that is soooo close to being done. The best part about quitting is now I can work on the shit I want to do.
I feel like a whole adult now.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Spoiler Free Thoughts on POTC :On Stranger Tides
I saw this POTC: On Stranger Tides on opening day because I was terrified of spoilers. I am also a big fan of pirates in general and I am pretty sure I would be there on opening day even if they remade Treasure Island starring Sarah Palin. I have a fondness and some may say weakness for pirates, so I understand that I am not an unbiased person. So I watch this movie and I had a pretty fun time. More importantly, I think I felt a sense of relief that it did not suck. I liked POTC: at World’s End when it came out but within the week, my brain started poking holes in it and I found myself wondering why a pirate movie seemed to be 90% talking with little daring action. I think relief is the best way to describe how I feel about the current movie. It was good. It did not suck. It was fun.
A few days later though, I feel like the current movie is missing something. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Jack Sparrow is awesome in his not quite the best pirate/not quite the worse pirate ever. Penelope Cruz and her astounding beauty brings a mature sex appeal that Keira Knightley never had. Iam Mcshane is hilarious as Blackbeard, playing pretty much a supernatural Al Swearengen. Geoffrey Rush is back, and I really enjoy how he may sometimes be the villain, but he is arguably a better pirate than all of them. Everything about the movie was good.
But yet, it feels to me like it lacked something.
I think it lacks the sheer surprise of the first movie. The POTC movie was a shock. A movie about an amusement ride wasn't supposed to be that much fun. Jack Sparrow was an enigma in that first movie. Now he is a favorite uncle. You are always glad to see him, but he is not the amazing pleasant surprise that he was in the first movie. You couldn't imagine Jack Sparrow ahead of time, so when you saw him, he blew your mind. He is the same character now, but now you are just happy to see him. The joy that comes from the surprise can never be recaptured.
Which is what I think is what holds this movie back. It is a sequel and even if it is as good as the first movie, it is what we come to expect. It fails because it can not possibly surprise us unless it surpasses the original. That's a tough fucking thing to do.
I've spent the past year working on a pirate anthology. I am pretty much hip deep in pirates all the time. I worried a little that I might be burnt out on pirates when I saw this movie. Instead,, I enjoyed this movie and it had quite a few bits that I wished I had written. It is a good movie. It is a fun movie. I don't think there is a single thing I would change. The mermaids alone were worth waiting for.
It just can't possibly be as good as we want it to be.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Fiction: Today
Today was our last day. The sound of the beach washed over us as she opened the glass door. The morning sun wrapped her naked body in golden light. The wind lifted her short blonde hair, cut to mimic the style of some pop star I have never heard of.
I get out of bed. My cock rises with each step. I had thought that my days of marathon sex were over but I was wrong. I had forgotten how nice breasts could feel under my hand. The sight of my cock disappearing between wanton lips had revived me. The thrill of parting tanned thighs had returned. I had to have her again.
She giggles as I embrace her from behind. My hands go to those perfect breasts that I couldn’t stop kissing. My cock throbs against her back and she giggles some more.
I reach down for her pussy and she moans. She whispers dirty little things that shock me. I stroke her while she makes nasty promises that would make my ex-wife blush. She came to the beach this weekend to find young boys to tease and flirt with but instead she found an older man to fuck her silly.
“Go out on the balcony,” I whisper.
“People will see us!” she protests. I would take her more seriously if she wasn’t grinding against my cock.
“No one is up in the morning except retirees,” I say. “Let them look.”
She laughs and steps out of my embrace. Out onto the balcony she goes. She bends over and rests her arms on the rail. Her legs spread and she wiggles her ass from side to side.
My cock slips in. The oceans roars its approval. Waves crash and my hips slam into her ass.
I grab her hips and give her everything I have. Her body shakes from the impacting of my cock. She whimpers, and then moans before finally screaming.
No one hears her over the wind. No one hears her come twice. No one sees her get down on her knees to swallow my seed.
Tomorrow she goes back to college. Next week I go back to my job.
Today we fuck.
I get out of bed. My cock rises with each step. I had thought that my days of marathon sex were over but I was wrong. I had forgotten how nice breasts could feel under my hand. The sight of my cock disappearing between wanton lips had revived me. The thrill of parting tanned thighs had returned. I had to have her again.
She giggles as I embrace her from behind. My hands go to those perfect breasts that I couldn’t stop kissing. My cock throbs against her back and she giggles some more.
I reach down for her pussy and she moans. She whispers dirty little things that shock me. I stroke her while she makes nasty promises that would make my ex-wife blush. She came to the beach this weekend to find young boys to tease and flirt with but instead she found an older man to fuck her silly.
“Go out on the balcony,” I whisper.
“People will see us!” she protests. I would take her more seriously if she wasn’t grinding against my cock.
“No one is up in the morning except retirees,” I say. “Let them look.”
She laughs and steps out of my embrace. Out onto the balcony she goes. She bends over and rests her arms on the rail. Her legs spread and she wiggles her ass from side to side.
My cock slips in. The oceans roars its approval. Waves crash and my hips slam into her ass.
I grab her hips and give her everything I have. Her body shakes from the impacting of my cock. She whimpers, and then moans before finally screaming.
No one hears her over the wind. No one hears her come twice. No one sees her get down on her knees to swallow my seed.
Tomorrow she goes back to college. Next week I go back to my job.
Today we fuck.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Fiction: Advance Blowjob Exam Excuse
Dear Mr. Jackson,
This is Kimberly from your 10am Advanced Blowjob class. I am asking that I be excused from today’s exams due to a sore jaw. I know that you frequently say that avoiding sore jaws is an important part of giving blowjobs, but really, I have an excellent excuse.
See, last night I knew I need to practice for today’s exam. My roommate, Seth, was more than willing to let me practice on him. I used all the techniques I learned from your class and got him to climax in less than five minutes. Since that wasn’t much practice, I kept sucking him.
It is like you always say Mr. Jackson; “One pop is easy, a true cocksucker can get two pops easily.” I used the ball fondling technique and I rubbed my breasts against his legs till Seth came again. You would have been very impressed, Mr. Jackson!
After practicing on Seth, I decided that I should get to bed early. I went to sleep dressed only in my red nightgown and no panties. I wanted to be aroused all night when I slept so I would be prepared for your exam.
In the middle of the night, three women from Tau Iota Tau broke into my dorm room. Well to be honest, they just knocked and Seth let them in because they were topless. The sorority sisters put a hood over my head and dragged me out to a van.
I was so excited! I had been applying for Tau Iota Tau all week long and now they were going to initiate me!
I probably should have told them that I had a test in the morning but it slipped my mind. It is hard to think straight with a hood over your head and Sorority sisters fondling you.
So we get to the sorority house and they take made me kneel. They took the hood off my head. In front of me were seven guys with their cocks out. Kneeling beside me was another girl and she was wearing some boring ass white jammies. I mean seriously, if you know you might get abducted by Tau Iota Tau, wear something fucking interesting, right?
There were seven guys standing in front of her too.
Anyway, I am breaking a sorority secret even telling you this but since I need an excuse from the exam, I figure it balances out. The sorority girls told me and Boring Jammie girl that there was only room for one new girl and that we would have a suck-off. The first girl to suck seven cocks wins!
Mr. Jackson, I am so glad I took your class! I crawled over on my knees and got right to work. The first guy came so fast in my mouth that I had barely got comfortable. The second guy shot his load when I did that ball licking trick you taught us. The third guy came when I stuck my finger in his ass. The fourth guy took a little while longer but once I started masturbating, he popped like a cannon. The fifth guy was a lot easier and came once I deep throated him. The sixth guy tried to face fuck me so I let him and he came quickly.
The seventh guy was a whole other story. His name was Beer Can and damn, his cock was just as big as one. Just getting it into my mouth was a challenge. He stretched my lips and gagged my throat. I kept sucking though. Your class had taught me a lot and I was going to make you proud. I also wasn’t going to let some skank in white pajamas beat me at cock sucking.
I made Beer Can come. I sucked him down and left enough on my tongue to show the girls of Tau Iota Tau. They sent that other girl back to her dorm and they gave me my own pair of Tau Iota Tau panties. They also made me eat each and every one of them, but since that is not related to your blowjob class, I’ll skip the details on that.
So as you can see Mr. Jackson, I sucked way too much cock last night for today’s exam. I can barely open my jaw. I am including some cell phone pictures that my sorority sisters took of last night to verify my story.
I understand that for the blowjob exams you bring in guys to test the entire class at one time. I understand that allowing me to take the exam at a different time might make it difficult to schedule a cock for me to use. I realize that postponing my exam has complicated things for you.
That is why I wanted you to know that I am perfectly all right with sucking your cock for my exam. In fact, if you are free this weekend, I am sure I will have recovered by then. If you like, I can come by early in the morning so you can have all day to test my mouth. I will even wear my new Tau Iota Tau panties.
And nothing else.
Your student,
Kimberly Yale
This is Kimberly from your 10am Advanced Blowjob class. I am asking that I be excused from today’s exams due to a sore jaw. I know that you frequently say that avoiding sore jaws is an important part of giving blowjobs, but really, I have an excellent excuse.
See, last night I knew I need to practice for today’s exam. My roommate, Seth, was more than willing to let me practice on him. I used all the techniques I learned from your class and got him to climax in less than five minutes. Since that wasn’t much practice, I kept sucking him.
It is like you always say Mr. Jackson; “One pop is easy, a true cocksucker can get two pops easily.” I used the ball fondling technique and I rubbed my breasts against his legs till Seth came again. You would have been very impressed, Mr. Jackson!
After practicing on Seth, I decided that I should get to bed early. I went to sleep dressed only in my red nightgown and no panties. I wanted to be aroused all night when I slept so I would be prepared for your exam.
In the middle of the night, three women from Tau Iota Tau broke into my dorm room. Well to be honest, they just knocked and Seth let them in because they were topless. The sorority sisters put a hood over my head and dragged me out to a van.
I was so excited! I had been applying for Tau Iota Tau all week long and now they were going to initiate me!
I probably should have told them that I had a test in the morning but it slipped my mind. It is hard to think straight with a hood over your head and Sorority sisters fondling you.
So we get to the sorority house and they take made me kneel. They took the hood off my head. In front of me were seven guys with their cocks out. Kneeling beside me was another girl and she was wearing some boring ass white jammies. I mean seriously, if you know you might get abducted by Tau Iota Tau, wear something fucking interesting, right?
There were seven guys standing in front of her too.
Anyway, I am breaking a sorority secret even telling you this but since I need an excuse from the exam, I figure it balances out. The sorority girls told me and Boring Jammie girl that there was only room for one new girl and that we would have a suck-off. The first girl to suck seven cocks wins!
Mr. Jackson, I am so glad I took your class! I crawled over on my knees and got right to work. The first guy came so fast in my mouth that I had barely got comfortable. The second guy shot his load when I did that ball licking trick you taught us. The third guy came when I stuck my finger in his ass. The fourth guy took a little while longer but once I started masturbating, he popped like a cannon. The fifth guy was a lot easier and came once I deep throated him. The sixth guy tried to face fuck me so I let him and he came quickly.
The seventh guy was a whole other story. His name was Beer Can and damn, his cock was just as big as one. Just getting it into my mouth was a challenge. He stretched my lips and gagged my throat. I kept sucking though. Your class had taught me a lot and I was going to make you proud. I also wasn’t going to let some skank in white pajamas beat me at cock sucking.
I made Beer Can come. I sucked him down and left enough on my tongue to show the girls of Tau Iota Tau. They sent that other girl back to her dorm and they gave me my own pair of Tau Iota Tau panties. They also made me eat each and every one of them, but since that is not related to your blowjob class, I’ll skip the details on that.
So as you can see Mr. Jackson, I sucked way too much cock last night for today’s exam. I can barely open my jaw. I am including some cell phone pictures that my sorority sisters took of last night to verify my story.
I understand that for the blowjob exams you bring in guys to test the entire class at one time. I understand that allowing me to take the exam at a different time might make it difficult to schedule a cock for me to use. I realize that postponing my exam has complicated things for you.
That is why I wanted you to know that I am perfectly all right with sucking your cock for my exam. In fact, if you are free this weekend, I am sure I will have recovered by then. If you like, I can come by early in the morning so you can have all day to test my mouth. I will even wear my new Tau Iota Tau panties.
And nothing else.
Your student,
Kimberly Yale
Monday, May 09, 2011
Between Her Thighs
The planet Euphoria has an extensive media network for the entertainment and indoctrination of the masses. The criminal justice system is broadcast to the masses so that the population can bet on the survival rates of traitors, killers and people who believe in voting for elected officials. Different sports programs are shown as well as over eight hundred programs to teach sexual proficiency and self improvement for sex workers. No subject is forbidden, except criticism of the Queen.
The most popular show is called “Between Her Thighs”, a weekly update on the lovers of Queen Erishella. Lovers is a term that can apply to people she deign to let kiss her nipple, to people who willing have intercourse with her to prisoners of war who will be used for her amusement.
The show is hosted by the Court Pornographer, a man whose name was burned from historical records as well as his own mind. His job is to monitor and record every sexual encounter of the Queen for future generations to appreciate. The job was created by King Fong who desired murals to be painted of his more spectacular orgies. The current Court Pornographer has been trained on Queen Erishella’s command to have great stage presence and generate high media ratings on his weekly broadcast.
The Court Pornographer witnesses every sexual act of the Queen through his hundreds of robot insects which monitor the Queen at all times. The footage is then processed to sort out state secrets and men with small cocks. Highlights are spliced together and sometimes inspirational music is added. The final product is broadcast for the enjoyment and gratification of the people of Euphoria.
Cultural critics are divided over why ‘Between Her Thighs’ is so popular. Erotica critics say it is because Queen Erishella is the most desirable person on the planet, and video of her face-fucking an enemy of the state is the closest that a citizen will get to fucking the Queen. Educational critics say it is because the cruelty and passion of the Queen is an inspiration to everyone. Political observers say that citizens watch the show in hopes of seeing a missing loved one who has vanished since making treasonous statements. All critics agree that the show improved greatly with the addition of the ‘Queen’s Climax of the Week’ feature.
“Between Her Thighs” airs weekly on Royal Media Channel 6 on Queen’s Day at nightfall with a second airing at midnight.
--Euphorian Gazetteer
The most popular show is called “Between Her Thighs”, a weekly update on the lovers of Queen Erishella. Lovers is a term that can apply to people she deign to let kiss her nipple, to people who willing have intercourse with her to prisoners of war who will be used for her amusement.
The show is hosted by the Court Pornographer, a man whose name was burned from historical records as well as his own mind. His job is to monitor and record every sexual encounter of the Queen for future generations to appreciate. The job was created by King Fong who desired murals to be painted of his more spectacular orgies. The current Court Pornographer has been trained on Queen Erishella’s command to have great stage presence and generate high media ratings on his weekly broadcast.
The Court Pornographer witnesses every sexual act of the Queen through his hundreds of robot insects which monitor the Queen at all times. The footage is then processed to sort out state secrets and men with small cocks. Highlights are spliced together and sometimes inspirational music is added. The final product is broadcast for the enjoyment and gratification of the people of Euphoria.
Cultural critics are divided over why ‘Between Her Thighs’ is so popular. Erotica critics say it is because Queen Erishella is the most desirable person on the planet, and video of her face-fucking an enemy of the state is the closest that a citizen will get to fucking the Queen. Educational critics say it is because the cruelty and passion of the Queen is an inspiration to everyone. Political observers say that citizens watch the show in hopes of seeing a missing loved one who has vanished since making treasonous statements. All critics agree that the show improved greatly with the addition of the ‘Queen’s Climax of the Week’ feature.
“Between Her Thighs” airs weekly on Royal Media Channel 6 on Queen’s Day at nightfall with a second airing at midnight.
--Euphorian Gazetteer
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Fiction: Twin Clamps of Death
The thugs led Holly Valentine deeper into the mine. The rough ground hurt her bare feet but she kept her complaints to herself. The silent brutes had kidnapped her from her hotel room, stripped her naked except for her red panties, and tied her hands behind her back. When people do that to you, they usually don’t care about the rocks you are stepping on.
They stopped at a dead end. Holly was relieved that at least there wasn’t a pit to be dropped into. She was a bit concerned about the two flashing boxes that had a suspicious amount of wires coming out of them. The wires led back into the tunnel.
“Holly Valentine, annoying reporter,” a smug voice said. “Bet you wish that you hadn’t have done that article on mine safety now?”
“Jeffery Slag, notorious polluter and well known safety regulation law breaker,” Holly said. “I never regret investigating a scumbag like you. I know all about your plot to bury a hundred workers in a mine collapse and then blame it on terrorists in order to get government money.”
Slag got up from a chair he had been sitting in. He stared at her breasts and talked directly to them.
“That is true,” Slag said, “but you will never publish the story. You are about to disappear under several hundred tons of solid earth. I would like to direct your attention to the two detonators over here.”
“”Awful lack of subtlety, don’t you think?” Holly said. “Won’t people get suspicious when a reporter goes missing?”
“Those damn terrorists,” Slag said. “They hate us for our freedom of speech, don’t you know?”
He walked over to the two detonators. He grabbed something from each of them and walked towards Holly. The cords must have had some serious pull because he grunted as he pulled them the last few feet. The tension of the cords were extreme as he held them.
“The demolition boys cooked this up,” Slag said. “Once they are activated, either detonator will go off if the tension is released. If you want to live, you are going to have to hold them.”
“Awfully hard with my hands behind my back,” Holly said.
“You won’t be using your hands,” Slag said.
He held up the ends of the cords. Each cord ended in a wicked looking clamp. Slag was still looking at her tits.
“Oh shit,” Holly said.
She tried to struggle but the two goons holding her arms kept her still. She couldn’t do a thing as Slag opened one of the clamps and placed it against her right nipple. He let go, and the clamp locked down on her nipple.
“Fuck!” Holly screamed.
As she was still wincing from the pain of the first clamp, Slag quickly snapped the other clamp to her left nipple.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Holly yelled.
“Oh yes, I am rubbing one out tonight,” Slag said. “You got her bra for me, right?”
“Yes sir!” both thugs answered.
“Good,” Slag said. “While you are being blown to bits and your ashes buried forever, I will be jacking off into your bra, Ms. Valentine. Just remember that.”
“Fuck you,” Holly said. The clamps bit into her nipples like angry barracudas. Already she could feel the tremendous pull of the detonators. If the hired help weren’t holding her, Holly wasn’t sure that she would be able to resist their pull.
“One last thing,” Slag said. He pulled a small egg out of his pocket. A click of a button and it began to vibrate.
“Jesus Christ,” Holly said. She had that vibrator. It was a Von Madd Eggsplosion Vibrator. The damn thing would buzz forever on an alternating rhythm until turned off.
Slag opened her panties and pushed the egg down. He groaned as his grubby miner killer fingers pushed the egg into her sex. His fingers lingered a little before pulling out and snapping her panties back over her bush.
“A little something to remember me by,” Slag said.
“Makes sense,” Holly said. “If we had sex, I would have to use to a vibrator to get off.”
Slag growled and raised his hand to slap her. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the two clamps.
“Give me ten minutes to leave the shaft, and then follow,” Slag said to his thugs. “When you let her go, I suggest running.”
Holly tried to think of a witty thing to say as Slag left but her nipples were all she could think about. The clamps were pulling her nipples straight out and her breasts were trying their best to follow. The vibrating egg was also working its magic, turning Holly’s thighs into a quivering mess.
The thugs held her. They were awfully calm.
“Hey guys, save my life and we can have a threesome right here.”
The two thugs laughed. “Bitch, unless you got a cock in those panties, we are not interested.”
Holly cursed. Say what you want about Slag killing his employees and polluting creeks, the bastard didn’t discriminate due to sexual orientation.
The ten minutes passed way too quickly. One of the thug’s watches beeped and they let her go. Holly barely had time to scream before the thugs ran like hell.
The clamps pulled her three steps forward before Holly could dig in her heels enough to stop. Her thighs strained as she tried to keep her body braced. The pain on her nipples was unbearable. The few steps that she had stumbled did nothing to release any pressure.
The damned egg inside her changed vibrations. Now it was pulsing with a lovely heavy vibration that made her slicker than an oil spill inside. Holly moaned as the vibrating egg took her closer and closer to an orgasm.
Holly knew that it was an orgasm that would very well kill her. One good climax and her legs would be jelly. An explosion later, and her whole body would be jelly in a much messier fashion. She had to stop from coming.
Holly focused on her tits. She focused on her poor pale breasts being pulled by the clamps. The pain was easy to focus on; it was like being bitten by two very horny men in a midlife crisis. It was unrelenting. The clamps pulled furiously at her abused nipples.
It occurred to Holly that standing still was doing nothing to help her escape. She had to get out of this. She also had to come because damn, she was wet.
The redhead shook her head. She needed to focus on one thing at a time. First get her hands free, then come. No wait. First get her hands free, then release the clamps and then come and then escape. No wait.
The egg changed vibrations. As if it senses how close she was, it switched a high-power unrelenting pulse. It was a lot like riding a motorcycle. Well, a motorcycle equipped with a cock.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Holly said. The vibrations of the egg was doing funny things to her cunt. The fact that she couldn’t let herself come was only adding to her arousal. Holly cursed her sexuality that was based on doing what she couldn’t do.
Worse, the pain in her nipples was starting to add to the sensations in her pussy. The constant pulling was the most attention Holly’s nipples had in weeks. The clamps might be painful and pulling like crazy, but so are most boyfriends. Or at least, that is what Holly assumed boyfriends do. It had been a long fucking while.
Between the buzzing inside her sex and the pulling of her tits, Holly’s body was becoming electric with sensations. Too bad she had to strain her leg muscles to keep her body still and prevent an explosion. She would have given anything to get her hands free and stroke herself. Holly had a feeling that seconds would be enough to come.
“Fuck, I should really be working on escaping,” Holly said. The thugs had used simple rope on her wrists. To an investigative reporter like Holly, it was almost insulting. The woman got captured so often that she was becoming an expert on all the different ways wrists could be tied.
She could tell it was a simple crossover knot with a double frog twist. Holly flexed and turned her wrist to begin loosening the knots. Her shoulders rolled and her elbows flexed as she worked the complex maneuvers needed to escape.
The mother fucking egg switched vibrations again. Now it was doing two light pulses followed by a third heavy pulse. It was such a simple combination. It was barely a teaser. If Holly wasn’t in such a heightened state, she doubted that she would even notice it. Unfortunately, it was going to make her come.
“Oh fuck!” Holly said. She could feel her climax coming. Her knees shook. Her nipples ached from the extreme pulling. If she came, she was going to collapse.
She shouldn’t come.
She shouldn’t come.
She shouldn’t come.
She absolutely must not come.
Holly climaxed. Just resisting the climax made it come faster. Her pussy clenched in delicious spasm around the vibrating egg. The pain in her breasts added to the climax; the pain mixing with the pleasure in a cocktail of sensations.
Miraculously, Holly was still standing. Her thighs shook but her legs held strong. Fuck, all that running from corporate security had paid off.
Now she had to get the fuck out of here. After climaxing, she had a good four minutes before she would come again. Holly twisted her hands like never before. All the twisting and moving caused her chest to keep pulling on the cords but Holly took it. More pain was just an incentive to keep going.
She almost had one hand loose with disaster struck. Her pussy was ready for another orgasm. Holly gasped at her body’s betrayal. Her tits were on fire and her nipples felt like they had been bitten off but Holly’s body was ready to climax again. As much as her knees were shaking, she knew she had no chance of surviving another orgasm.
Also, that cocksucking vibrator changed pulses again. It was doing a racing crescendo of vibrations followed by a powering down before ramping up again.
“Von Madd sex toys are going to be the death of me,” Holly said.
Seconds later, she got a wrist free. Holly didn’t give a fuck about the ropes around the other wrist. Now that she had both hands free, she could get rid of those damn clamps.
Holly reached for the right breast first. As carefully as she could, she grabbed the clamp and forced it open. It reluctantly gave up her abused nipple.
Pain blinded her as the blood came rushing back into the nipple. Holly gasped as the pain in her nipple grew worse instead of better. She nearly fell over but managed to keep her balance.
“Holy shit,” she groaned.
The vibrator kept pulsing. She looked down at her panties and saw that they were soaked. She also looked down at her poor nipple that was rapidly turning purple.
Now she had to do the other nipple. Still holding onto the one cord, Holly slowly opened the other clamp. She was expecting the pain this time but it was still overwhelming. It felt like her entire body was only made up of sore nipples and a vibrating pussy. It was a wonder that she didn’t pass out with bliss and pain.
Both cords in hand, Holly looked around for something to hook the clamps too. Solid rock didn’t give her many options. She noticed a wooden support beam on the wall. Despite the pain in her tits and the humming between her legs, Holly took three more steps. Her arms shook as she pulled the clamps to the wooden beam. She opened the clamps and pressed them to the corner of the beam.
The clamps held. The cords shook with tension. One of the clamps moved a fraction of an inch as it dragged across the wood.
Holly started running. There was no telling how long the clamps would hold. Three steps into her run, she realized that she should have taken the vibrating egg out. Hell, she should have taken it out before she attached the clamps to the beam. There was no time for it now. Holly just had to run as fast as she could with a vibrator inside her.
Five steps into her run; she understood just how much her tits really hurt. Her heavy breasts swung with every step and her sensitive flesh cried out with each jostle, jiggle and jump. As tender as her nipples were, every running step was like having her tits slapped.
Holly ran for her life. The tunnel seemed endless but at least it was just going one way. She sprinted across hard rock. Her mind was wondering how long the clamps could hold but her body was thinking about the clamps and the vibrating egg. She was ramping up to another orgasm, she just knew it.
Could a woman climax while running? Holly didn’t think it was possible. Her body seemed to disagree.
A terrible noise erupted behind her. A blast of air took Holly off her feet and slammed her into a wall. The rumble of rock filled the tunnel with a deafening crash. A black swarm of dust flew at her and coated her in grimy particles.
Holly was alive. In fact, she could see the exit of the tunnel back into the beautiful night sky. She made it.
The reporter reached between her legs. Carefully, she cupped an abused breast and gave it a tender squeeze. Her nipple was so damn sore but now that the threat of death was gone, Holly could savor the pain.
It took her less than a minute to climax again. Grateful to be alive, Holly kept stroking. The story could wait till tomorrow.
They stopped at a dead end. Holly was relieved that at least there wasn’t a pit to be dropped into. She was a bit concerned about the two flashing boxes that had a suspicious amount of wires coming out of them. The wires led back into the tunnel.
“Holly Valentine, annoying reporter,” a smug voice said. “Bet you wish that you hadn’t have done that article on mine safety now?”
“Jeffery Slag, notorious polluter and well known safety regulation law breaker,” Holly said. “I never regret investigating a scumbag like you. I know all about your plot to bury a hundred workers in a mine collapse and then blame it on terrorists in order to get government money.”
Slag got up from a chair he had been sitting in. He stared at her breasts and talked directly to them.
“That is true,” Slag said, “but you will never publish the story. You are about to disappear under several hundred tons of solid earth. I would like to direct your attention to the two detonators over here.”
“”Awful lack of subtlety, don’t you think?” Holly said. “Won’t people get suspicious when a reporter goes missing?”
“Those damn terrorists,” Slag said. “They hate us for our freedom of speech, don’t you know?”
He walked over to the two detonators. He grabbed something from each of them and walked towards Holly. The cords must have had some serious pull because he grunted as he pulled them the last few feet. The tension of the cords were extreme as he held them.
“The demolition boys cooked this up,” Slag said. “Once they are activated, either detonator will go off if the tension is released. If you want to live, you are going to have to hold them.”
“Awfully hard with my hands behind my back,” Holly said.
“You won’t be using your hands,” Slag said.
He held up the ends of the cords. Each cord ended in a wicked looking clamp. Slag was still looking at her tits.
“Oh shit,” Holly said.
She tried to struggle but the two goons holding her arms kept her still. She couldn’t do a thing as Slag opened one of the clamps and placed it against her right nipple. He let go, and the clamp locked down on her nipple.
“Fuck!” Holly screamed.
As she was still wincing from the pain of the first clamp, Slag quickly snapped the other clamp to her left nipple.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Holly yelled.
“Oh yes, I am rubbing one out tonight,” Slag said. “You got her bra for me, right?”
“Yes sir!” both thugs answered.
“Good,” Slag said. “While you are being blown to bits and your ashes buried forever, I will be jacking off into your bra, Ms. Valentine. Just remember that.”
“Fuck you,” Holly said. The clamps bit into her nipples like angry barracudas. Already she could feel the tremendous pull of the detonators. If the hired help weren’t holding her, Holly wasn’t sure that she would be able to resist their pull.
“One last thing,” Slag said. He pulled a small egg out of his pocket. A click of a button and it began to vibrate.
“Jesus Christ,” Holly said. She had that vibrator. It was a Von Madd Eggsplosion Vibrator. The damn thing would buzz forever on an alternating rhythm until turned off.
Slag opened her panties and pushed the egg down. He groaned as his grubby miner killer fingers pushed the egg into her sex. His fingers lingered a little before pulling out and snapping her panties back over her bush.
“A little something to remember me by,” Slag said.
“Makes sense,” Holly said. “If we had sex, I would have to use to a vibrator to get off.”
Slag growled and raised his hand to slap her. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the two clamps.
“Give me ten minutes to leave the shaft, and then follow,” Slag said to his thugs. “When you let her go, I suggest running.”
Holly tried to think of a witty thing to say as Slag left but her nipples were all she could think about. The clamps were pulling her nipples straight out and her breasts were trying their best to follow. The vibrating egg was also working its magic, turning Holly’s thighs into a quivering mess.
The thugs held her. They were awfully calm.
“Hey guys, save my life and we can have a threesome right here.”
The two thugs laughed. “Bitch, unless you got a cock in those panties, we are not interested.”
Holly cursed. Say what you want about Slag killing his employees and polluting creeks, the bastard didn’t discriminate due to sexual orientation.
The ten minutes passed way too quickly. One of the thug’s watches beeped and they let her go. Holly barely had time to scream before the thugs ran like hell.
The clamps pulled her three steps forward before Holly could dig in her heels enough to stop. Her thighs strained as she tried to keep her body braced. The pain on her nipples was unbearable. The few steps that she had stumbled did nothing to release any pressure.
The damned egg inside her changed vibrations. Now it was pulsing with a lovely heavy vibration that made her slicker than an oil spill inside. Holly moaned as the vibrating egg took her closer and closer to an orgasm.
Holly knew that it was an orgasm that would very well kill her. One good climax and her legs would be jelly. An explosion later, and her whole body would be jelly in a much messier fashion. She had to stop from coming.
Holly focused on her tits. She focused on her poor pale breasts being pulled by the clamps. The pain was easy to focus on; it was like being bitten by two very horny men in a midlife crisis. It was unrelenting. The clamps pulled furiously at her abused nipples.
It occurred to Holly that standing still was doing nothing to help her escape. She had to get out of this. She also had to come because damn, she was wet.
The redhead shook her head. She needed to focus on one thing at a time. First get her hands free, then come. No wait. First get her hands free, then release the clamps and then come and then escape. No wait.
The egg changed vibrations. As if it senses how close she was, it switched a high-power unrelenting pulse. It was a lot like riding a motorcycle. Well, a motorcycle equipped with a cock.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Holly said. The vibrations of the egg was doing funny things to her cunt. The fact that she couldn’t let herself come was only adding to her arousal. Holly cursed her sexuality that was based on doing what she couldn’t do.
Worse, the pain in her nipples was starting to add to the sensations in her pussy. The constant pulling was the most attention Holly’s nipples had in weeks. The clamps might be painful and pulling like crazy, but so are most boyfriends. Or at least, that is what Holly assumed boyfriends do. It had been a long fucking while.
Between the buzzing inside her sex and the pulling of her tits, Holly’s body was becoming electric with sensations. Too bad she had to strain her leg muscles to keep her body still and prevent an explosion. She would have given anything to get her hands free and stroke herself. Holly had a feeling that seconds would be enough to come.
“Fuck, I should really be working on escaping,” Holly said. The thugs had used simple rope on her wrists. To an investigative reporter like Holly, it was almost insulting. The woman got captured so often that she was becoming an expert on all the different ways wrists could be tied.
She could tell it was a simple crossover knot with a double frog twist. Holly flexed and turned her wrist to begin loosening the knots. Her shoulders rolled and her elbows flexed as she worked the complex maneuvers needed to escape.
The mother fucking egg switched vibrations again. Now it was doing two light pulses followed by a third heavy pulse. It was such a simple combination. It was barely a teaser. If Holly wasn’t in such a heightened state, she doubted that she would even notice it. Unfortunately, it was going to make her come.
“Oh fuck!” Holly said. She could feel her climax coming. Her knees shook. Her nipples ached from the extreme pulling. If she came, she was going to collapse.
She shouldn’t come.
She shouldn’t come.
She shouldn’t come.
She absolutely must not come.
Holly climaxed. Just resisting the climax made it come faster. Her pussy clenched in delicious spasm around the vibrating egg. The pain in her breasts added to the climax; the pain mixing with the pleasure in a cocktail of sensations.
Miraculously, Holly was still standing. Her thighs shook but her legs held strong. Fuck, all that running from corporate security had paid off.
Now she had to get the fuck out of here. After climaxing, she had a good four minutes before she would come again. Holly twisted her hands like never before. All the twisting and moving caused her chest to keep pulling on the cords but Holly took it. More pain was just an incentive to keep going.
She almost had one hand loose with disaster struck. Her pussy was ready for another orgasm. Holly gasped at her body’s betrayal. Her tits were on fire and her nipples felt like they had been bitten off but Holly’s body was ready to climax again. As much as her knees were shaking, she knew she had no chance of surviving another orgasm.
Also, that cocksucking vibrator changed pulses again. It was doing a racing crescendo of vibrations followed by a powering down before ramping up again.
“Von Madd sex toys are going to be the death of me,” Holly said.
Seconds later, she got a wrist free. Holly didn’t give a fuck about the ropes around the other wrist. Now that she had both hands free, she could get rid of those damn clamps.
Holly reached for the right breast first. As carefully as she could, she grabbed the clamp and forced it open. It reluctantly gave up her abused nipple.
Pain blinded her as the blood came rushing back into the nipple. Holly gasped as the pain in her nipple grew worse instead of better. She nearly fell over but managed to keep her balance.
“Holy shit,” she groaned.
The vibrator kept pulsing. She looked down at her panties and saw that they were soaked. She also looked down at her poor nipple that was rapidly turning purple.
Now she had to do the other nipple. Still holding onto the one cord, Holly slowly opened the other clamp. She was expecting the pain this time but it was still overwhelming. It felt like her entire body was only made up of sore nipples and a vibrating pussy. It was a wonder that she didn’t pass out with bliss and pain.
Both cords in hand, Holly looked around for something to hook the clamps too. Solid rock didn’t give her many options. She noticed a wooden support beam on the wall. Despite the pain in her tits and the humming between her legs, Holly took three more steps. Her arms shook as she pulled the clamps to the wooden beam. She opened the clamps and pressed them to the corner of the beam.
The clamps held. The cords shook with tension. One of the clamps moved a fraction of an inch as it dragged across the wood.
Holly started running. There was no telling how long the clamps would hold. Three steps into her run, she realized that she should have taken the vibrating egg out. Hell, she should have taken it out before she attached the clamps to the beam. There was no time for it now. Holly just had to run as fast as she could with a vibrator inside her.
Five steps into her run; she understood just how much her tits really hurt. Her heavy breasts swung with every step and her sensitive flesh cried out with each jostle, jiggle and jump. As tender as her nipples were, every running step was like having her tits slapped.
Holly ran for her life. The tunnel seemed endless but at least it was just going one way. She sprinted across hard rock. Her mind was wondering how long the clamps could hold but her body was thinking about the clamps and the vibrating egg. She was ramping up to another orgasm, she just knew it.
Could a woman climax while running? Holly didn’t think it was possible. Her body seemed to disagree.
A terrible noise erupted behind her. A blast of air took Holly off her feet and slammed her into a wall. The rumble of rock filled the tunnel with a deafening crash. A black swarm of dust flew at her and coated her in grimy particles.
Holly was alive. In fact, she could see the exit of the tunnel back into the beautiful night sky. She made it.
The reporter reached between her legs. Carefully, she cupped an abused breast and gave it a tender squeeze. Her nipple was so damn sore but now that the threat of death was gone, Holly could savor the pain.
It took her less than a minute to climax again. Grateful to be alive, Holly kept stroking. The story could wait till tomorrow.
Monday, May 02, 2011
Dirty Books: Bridgett Bonds: Grrl Trap
"Bridgett Bonds: Grrl Trap" by S. Sneakly tells the story of a pop starlet with dark lesbian fantasies that conflicts with her sweet public persona. Sadly for her, she is worth more to her record company dead than alive. She is targeted for death but being the music industry, her death is planned to be as tawdry and scandalous as possible. Lucky for Bridgett, her death is scheduled to be at the hands of Grrl Traps, a trio of villainous dykes with a fondness for bondage. Death traps, bondage, licking and fondling invade her safe world. Bridgett must not only endure her greatest fantasies, but she must survive them to get revenge on the band who are trying to kill her.
Holy shit, did I love this book. I have always enjoyed Damsels-in-Distress but 95% of the fiction produced is quite campy and often stupid. These stories also tend towards a hatred of women that is is psychologically disturbing to read. The author avoids these pitfalls by writing a damn good story. The main character fantasizes about losing control of her perfect life and surrendering to imaginary enemies. When real enemies try to kill her, she is both seduced by the danger as well as galvanized to protect herself. It is the rare book where the main character grows during the novel.
I also have to say that I am terribly impressed by how S. Sneakly manages to tell a great adventure story while at the same time writing an awesome work of erotica. Most writers can manage one or the other but S. Sneakly does both. I have long since grown out of enjoying lesbian fiction but damn, these scenes made me feel like a teenager again with the heat involved. The plot of the story is gripping and believable, which is awfully hard to do in peril fiction.
I should also add that humor pervades the entire book. Not many erotica books make me laugh out loud but off the top of my head I can still recall three favorites jokes. Considering that this is a story where the main character is threatened with brutal deaths on a regular basis, the humor becomes an important tension breaker. It prevents the book from turning into a grim slasher movie and turns it into the greatest late night b-movie ever.
You should buy this book. If you love ANY of my stories, you will want this book. This story is the kind of thing I wish I had written It is only available as an ebook, which is a crying shame as I want it on my shelf. It is available at Extasy Books for the outrageously low price of $5.39
Buy Bridgett Bonds: Grrl Trap
I give it Five out of Five Pam Griers
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