On March 25th, my brother, Adam, passed away. He was thirty-one. He had a seizure and choked to death on his vomit. No one was with him. His roommates found his body the next morning.
My brother and I weren't close. Our family dynamics could fill a book. He was an asshole who loved to push people's buttons, especially if they were upset. He had twin children with his wife who divorced him six months into the marriage. He actually finished college which is something I never did. He didn't like to read but he loved Star Trek. He had hundreds of problems but rarely did any sort of work to overcome them. He preferred to be the most pitied person in the room but would pick on others in a heartbeat. I never understood him.
He tried to commit suicide a few years ago. I think I did most of my mourning then. The examining doctor at his death didn't like how much of his seizure medication was in his body so they did an autposy. We'll know if he tried to kill himself this time in a few weeks. In the meantime, we are in a quantum state of him dying purely by chance or by suicide.
The funeral is tomorrow. My mom didn't want to wait for me to make it to North Carolina to have it. She's a mess and already in the process of canonizing him. I am going to miss my brother's funeral and I honestly don't know I feel about that. The closing date for my house is April 3rd and there is so much left to do. The fact that my mom wants to have the funeral before I can get there feels like a rejection of me but I know logically that she just wants to get it over with as soon as possible.
"I didn't think you would want to come," my mom said. Proving once again, my family doesn't know me at all.
It might be for the best. Adam always had the sympathy of the family. His seizures made life hard. His step-father who idolized him and spoiled him did not prepare Adam for the real world. When the family gathers, their favorite topic is how awful Adam's life is. My Grandmother likes to say that Adam and my step-father's cruelty to me and my sister made us tougher and therefore, we benefited from it but Adam being spoiled meant he would have a rougher life and therefore, he deserves our sympathy. I am not sure I can go through a funeral with that theme.
Mostly I am in shock. I'm the oldest sibling. I have watched Adam his entire life. He was a spoiled child, the favorite of my step-father. I have watched my brother when he was six, blackmail my mother with threats of telling my step-father whatever minor crime she had done in his eyes. I have watched my brother delight in seeing me punished as a teenager. I have watched my brother mock the shit out of my sister for her bad relationships without ever trying to help her. I have watched him get married to an awful woman who literally divorced him days after she got pregnant. I have watched him bend over backwards trying to provide for his twin children. I have watched him feel sorry for himself but almost never do anything to help himself. I have watched him his entire life and I almost never related to him.
This Friday I am driving up to see my mom and sister. I want to be there for them. I want to be a better brother and son than Adam ever was.
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Play With This: Laid Lines
Mystics want you to believe that “ley lines” are an invisible network of energy that crosses the planet and intersects at historical places of mystery like Stonehenge and the Great Pyramids. The theory is that the ley lines are the spiritual lifeblood of the planet or perhaps magical roads of psychic energy.
The truth is much more explicit and therefore suppressed by our sexually inhibited society. The ley lines should be more accurately described as “Laid Lines”. They are the remnants of sexual energy that comes from a merging of two sexual energy fields. In other words, they are the paths of fucking.
Now when two or more people fuck, they create a remnant field of sexual energy. Sexual energy attracts other sexual energy so the field will stretch towards the nearest other field. These stretched fields create lines of energy that serve as a map for sexual encounters.
When you become attuned to Laid Lines (See chapter entitled, Divination Through Masturbation) you start to notice interesting patterns. Cities are filled with laid lines. They criss-cross in a web that center around locations where the fucking has been the most common. Hotels, stadiums, and high schools usually have so much fucking through their history that the sexual energy pools with such mass that the rest of the laid lines will bend towards them.
Sometimes however the web will center on something that doesn’t suggest itself as a place where a lot of people fuck. Atlanta, Georgia for example centers on an ancient restaurant of hot dogs and fried pies. Tawnee, Indiana centers on a curious park that is only five square feet in area. How can such unusual places become the nexus points of laid lines when it obvious that people are doing most of their fucking elsewhere?
It is quite simple. These unusual places are where Gods and Goddesses fuck.
Samuel Noone
“The Pussy of Life”
Play With This is a series of articles designed to give you things to play around with in your writing. Feel free to borrow, modify, or completely change for your own stories.
The truth is much more explicit and therefore suppressed by our sexually inhibited society. The ley lines should be more accurately described as “Laid Lines”. They are the remnants of sexual energy that comes from a merging of two sexual energy fields. In other words, they are the paths of fucking.
Now when two or more people fuck, they create a remnant field of sexual energy. Sexual energy attracts other sexual energy so the field will stretch towards the nearest other field. These stretched fields create lines of energy that serve as a map for sexual encounters.
When you become attuned to Laid Lines (See chapter entitled, Divination Through Masturbation) you start to notice interesting patterns. Cities are filled with laid lines. They criss-cross in a web that center around locations where the fucking has been the most common. Hotels, stadiums, and high schools usually have so much fucking through their history that the sexual energy pools with such mass that the rest of the laid lines will bend towards them.
Sometimes however the web will center on something that doesn’t suggest itself as a place where a lot of people fuck. Atlanta, Georgia for example centers on an ancient restaurant of hot dogs and fried pies. Tawnee, Indiana centers on a curious park that is only five square feet in area. How can such unusual places become the nexus points of laid lines when it obvious that people are doing most of their fucking elsewhere?
It is quite simple. These unusual places are where Gods and Goddesses fuck.
Samuel Noone
“The Pussy of Life”
Play With This is a series of articles designed to give you things to play around with in your writing. Feel free to borrow, modify, or completely change for your own stories.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Fiction: Tommy Goodmouth, Ace Mayor
Mayor Tommy Goodmouth opened his eyes as he heard the POP-POP_POP of impacts on the bulletproof glass of the car window. He turned in his seat to see a white van close its doors and fly down the highway. The back of the van was decorated with crosses.
“Who the fuck are they?” he said.
Lindsey Seung lifted her head from Goodmouth’s lap. His hard cock fell out of her mouth. She stroked it while she looked out the window. Her pretty brown eyes focused behind her thick glasses.
“That is the Christian group, Right to Meddle,” she said. “They announced that you might suffer a horrible fate for legalizing prostitution in Poundtown and turning the city into a modern day Sodom.”
“I didn’t legalize it, Ms. Seung.” Tommy said. “I just noticed that that prostitution has never been repealed from our boomtown days. It’s not my fault that I took advantage of a law that already existed. Plus, turning the city into a modern day Sodom is a bit of an over statement.”
“I don’t see how you can argue that it is not your fault about the law when you ran on a campaign to bring legalized prostitution back to the city,” Ms. Seung said.
“Okay, maybe you’re right but what about turning Poundtown into a modern day Sodom? That’s a bit much.”
Ms. Seung frowned and continued to stroke the Mayor’s cock. “I can see their point. You have already authorized more comprehensive sex education for teenagers and adults. You’re in the process of bringing the World Burlesque Competition to the city. You’ve also proposed tax incentives for porn companies to film here. Also, just last night, you added a wet t-shirt contest to the Ms. Poundtown pageant.”
Tommy’s perpetual smile slipped a fraction of an inch. “Ms. Seung, who’s the legally elected Mayor in this car?”
“You are sir,” Ms. Seung said. She stroked his cock a little faster.
“And who’s the political science major who graduated only one month ago from Eros University and is technically something of a newbie when it comes to politics?”
“I am, sir,” Ms. Seung said.
“Right. So get back to sucking my cock. I want to have an enormous pants bulge when I step out of the limo.”
Five minutes later, the limousine pulled in front of the Sherriff’s Office. A large number of press people were already there. Each of them had received an anonymous tip that the Mayor would be visiting the Sherriff. Ms. Seung had made sure of that.
The driver stepped out and opened the door for the Mayor. Tommy stepped out with his famous smile. The sun glinted off his perfect blonde hair in a style that some say Ryan Gosling stole. Clear blue eyes took in the press and made a brief connection with each and every one of them.
A ripple of gasps went through the crowd as they got a good sight of the enormous bulge in his slacks. The fact that he wasn’t trying to hide the tent pole made it all the more difficult to ignore.
“Mr. Mayor!” someone yelled from the crowd. “Are you concerned about the multiple attempts on your life?”
“Of course not, Steve,” Tommy said. He knew all the reporter’s voices by heart. “Poundtown was founded by silver miners and enterprising women with little fear. We fought off the Native Americans who were rightfully pissed with us, greedy robber barons who wanted to steal our hard work and according to some local historians, we even fought off a race of sadistic bastards who lived underground. We’re a town of fighters and as you all know, my great-great-etcetera grandmother founded the first brothel in town. I’m a long time native of Poundtown and I’m not letting any out of towners who hate freedom tell me how to live!”
The local press cheered at that rousing statement while the visiting press dutifully recorded it all.
“I would also like to point out that since we legalized and taxed prostitution, revenue for the city has sky rocketed. We have modernized the water department. We have expanded schools and hired teachers. We have added a lot of exciting and titillating programs for seniors. All of this is possible because we are merely following the laws that were put into place when this town was founded. Now organized crime, white slavers and certain cable companies don’t like that and I understand because they are in the business of making money off of people’s misery but what confuses me is when attempts are made by Christian groups, conservative think tanks and men’s right’s groups. It seems to me that the only person who could object to this is some sort of Anti-American communist terrorist who probably doesn’t get as laid as often as they need to!”
“Now if you will excuse me, I need to see Sheriff Longfoot and talk to her about some local business. When I come out, I will answer one, and only one question from the reporter who shows the most of their chest. Skin to win, everybody!”
Tommy pressed his way through the crowd. His bulging erection pointed the way like a rhino’s horn. Ms. Seung followed behind him, her high heels clacking on the concrete steps.
The deputies inside looked tired and worn out but they all smiled when Tommy walked in. He high-fived one deputy, whistled at the biceps of another and slapped the ass of a third. He did all of this without breaking stride to the Sherriff’s office. The Sheriff’s secretary jumped up and opened the door for Tommy. He gave her a thumb’s up and a wink that made her weak in the knees.
“Mr. Mayor,” Sheriff Longfoot said. She was the only one in the entire sheriff’s department not smiling.
“Hold on now,” Tommy said. “Ms. Seung, I though I was meeting with the Sheriff but all I see here is Scarlet Johansson.”
The Sheriff cracked a smile. It was true that she might have had a resemblance to the famous actress if the actress was twenty years older, had broken her nose once and was strong enough to bench press a park bench. Not many people made the connection but Tommy always did.
“Mr. Mayor, don’t even try to sweet talk me today,” Sheriff Longfoot said. “We got ourselves a real problem. Hello Ms. Seung.”
Ms. Seung nodded politely and took her place to the right of the mayor. She checked some data on her iPad. This was the Mayor’s show.
“I can tell you are having trouble by the tension in your shoulders,” Tommy said. “Why don’t you let me take a look and you can tell me all about it.”
The Mayor stepped behind her and Sherriff Longfoot looked up at Ms. Seung for help. The personal assistant gave her a sympathetic look behind her thick glasses and went back to work.
“The thing is, Mr. Mayor, the sheriff’s department is really over stretched. We need to hire more people and we need to expand our jails for the drunk tank. Also, we- Holy shit, that feels good.”
“My grandma taught me that one,” Tommy said. His fingers dug deep into the powerful shoulders of the Sheriff. “She said it was a family secret from the massage parlor days.”
“Oh God, that feels good,” Sherriff Longfoot moaned. “Anyway, I got deputies doing overtime but we just can’t keep up with ohhhhhh, that is sooo good.”
“That sounds like quite the manpower problem,” Tommy said. “But as you know, we’ve already locked in the budget for the sheriff’s department.”
His hands moved lower down and squeezed her breasts through the outside of her shirt. Sheriff Longfoot jumped in her seat but he kept squeezing. Her fists balled up instinctively for a punch but then she felt wonderful sensation ripple from her fingers. He wasn’t just groping her tits, he was massaging them with some sort of lost art handed down from grandmother whore to grandson mayor.
Sheriff Longfoot lost her train of thought. “Uh, the budget, yes. Surely we can do something about it?”
“Where is the increased crime coming from?” Ms. Seung said. The Sheriff suddenly remembered the woman was in her office. Thankfully, Ms. Seung hadn’t looked up from her iPad and a small bit of the Sherrif’s modesty was saved.
“Tourists,” the Sheriff said. “Our own citizens behave themselves but now we got people coming in from all over the state and quite a few from outside the state. They’re clogging up traffic, getting into accidents and some of them are just getting drunk and acting up like they were in Vegas.”
“Oh, you’re getting tense again,” Tommy said. “Here, turn your chair around and face me.”
He sounded more like a doctor than a mayor so Longfoot obeyed. Tommy knelt between her legs and parted them. She looked down with confusion more than anything else. She had her pants on. What was he planning to do?
Tommy leaned forward and put his head on her crotch. He was kissing her pussy through a layer of pants and underwear.
She didn’t expect it to feel fucking amazing.
“Oh fuck!” Longfoot cried. She looked at Ms. Seung in shame but the secretary was still engrossed in her iPad.
It was like a massage but instead of fingers, it was Tommy’s jaw. Pleasure radiated from his mouth. Longfoot soaked her panties in seconds. His fingers gripped her thighs in a pulsing motion. She grabbed his head and pulled him in harder against her pussy.
“What about organized crime?” Ms. Seung asked.
“Uh, we’ve been doing, oh my, real good on that front,” the Sheriff said. “Oh yes, because every brothel has to be, OH GOD YES, licensed by the county, we have managed, fuck! We have managed to keep away the usual troublemakers. Yes, yes, yes!”
The Mayor was humming and the Sheriff could feel every vibration. He was better than her vibrators at home. He was better than her motorcycle on a summer drive. He was better than firing a rifle on full automatic.
She closed her thighs tightly around the Mayor’s head. He kept humming. She pulled him tight against her soaked pants. He kept humming. She humped his face. He kept humming. She imagined what it would like with her pants off and she knew that it would be better than she could possibly imagine.
“Fuck!” Sheriff Longfoot cried. Her orgasm blasted through her body like a shotgun. She felt tension evaporating at every point. Her shoulder felt better. Her back felt better. Even her goddamn toes felt better.
Tommy pulled up from her crotch. His lips and chin were wet. His blonde hair was still perfect. He flashed another smile.
“Sheriff Longfoot, obviously we didn’t accurately predict the extent of your needs in these new economic times.”
“It’s okay,” Sheriff Longfoot said. She was feeling much better. Shit, what was a little overtime? They could manage.
“No, I’m afraid it is not,” Tommy said. He stood up. His bulge pointed at Longfoot. She resisted the urge to caress it.
“Ms. Seung, consult the budget,” Tommy said. “Isn’t it true that we have exceeded prostitution tax revenues for this month?”
“We are a million dollars over our projection,” Ms. Seung said.
“Transfer that million to the Sheriff’s department,” Tommy said. “That should help with some new hiring. We’ll consult the tourism budget to see if we can get some money for expansion to the jail cells. Building the largest burlesque stage can wait a few more months.”
“That is perfect!” Sheriff Longfoot said. “Thank you so much!”
“No, thank you, Sheriff!” Tommy said. “Remember, I am your Mayor and I am at your service.”
“Mr. Mayor, we have an appointment in an hour with the Waste Management department,” Ms. Seung said. “We should get going.”
“Duty calls, Sheriff,” Tommy said. “If you have any problems with the budget or tension, give me a call!”
Tommy strode out of the office and Ms. Seung followed behind him.
“So which reporter do you think is going to be topless when we get out there?” Tommy said.
“All of them, sir,” Ms. Seung said. “They are reporters after all.”
Tommy laughed. “I love politics.”
“Who the fuck are they?” he said.
Lindsey Seung lifted her head from Goodmouth’s lap. His hard cock fell out of her mouth. She stroked it while she looked out the window. Her pretty brown eyes focused behind her thick glasses.
“That is the Christian group, Right to Meddle,” she said. “They announced that you might suffer a horrible fate for legalizing prostitution in Poundtown and turning the city into a modern day Sodom.”
“I didn’t legalize it, Ms. Seung.” Tommy said. “I just noticed that that prostitution has never been repealed from our boomtown days. It’s not my fault that I took advantage of a law that already existed. Plus, turning the city into a modern day Sodom is a bit of an over statement.”
“I don’t see how you can argue that it is not your fault about the law when you ran on a campaign to bring legalized prostitution back to the city,” Ms. Seung said.
“Okay, maybe you’re right but what about turning Poundtown into a modern day Sodom? That’s a bit much.”
Ms. Seung frowned and continued to stroke the Mayor’s cock. “I can see their point. You have already authorized more comprehensive sex education for teenagers and adults. You’re in the process of bringing the World Burlesque Competition to the city. You’ve also proposed tax incentives for porn companies to film here. Also, just last night, you added a wet t-shirt contest to the Ms. Poundtown pageant.”
Tommy’s perpetual smile slipped a fraction of an inch. “Ms. Seung, who’s the legally elected Mayor in this car?”
“You are sir,” Ms. Seung said. She stroked his cock a little faster.
“And who’s the political science major who graduated only one month ago from Eros University and is technically something of a newbie when it comes to politics?”
“I am, sir,” Ms. Seung said.
“Right. So get back to sucking my cock. I want to have an enormous pants bulge when I step out of the limo.”
Five minutes later, the limousine pulled in front of the Sherriff’s Office. A large number of press people were already there. Each of them had received an anonymous tip that the Mayor would be visiting the Sherriff. Ms. Seung had made sure of that.
The driver stepped out and opened the door for the Mayor. Tommy stepped out with his famous smile. The sun glinted off his perfect blonde hair in a style that some say Ryan Gosling stole. Clear blue eyes took in the press and made a brief connection with each and every one of them.
A ripple of gasps went through the crowd as they got a good sight of the enormous bulge in his slacks. The fact that he wasn’t trying to hide the tent pole made it all the more difficult to ignore.
“Mr. Mayor!” someone yelled from the crowd. “Are you concerned about the multiple attempts on your life?”
“Of course not, Steve,” Tommy said. He knew all the reporter’s voices by heart. “Poundtown was founded by silver miners and enterprising women with little fear. We fought off the Native Americans who were rightfully pissed with us, greedy robber barons who wanted to steal our hard work and according to some local historians, we even fought off a race of sadistic bastards who lived underground. We’re a town of fighters and as you all know, my great-great-etcetera grandmother founded the first brothel in town. I’m a long time native of Poundtown and I’m not letting any out of towners who hate freedom tell me how to live!”
The local press cheered at that rousing statement while the visiting press dutifully recorded it all.
“I would also like to point out that since we legalized and taxed prostitution, revenue for the city has sky rocketed. We have modernized the water department. We have expanded schools and hired teachers. We have added a lot of exciting and titillating programs for seniors. All of this is possible because we are merely following the laws that were put into place when this town was founded. Now organized crime, white slavers and certain cable companies don’t like that and I understand because they are in the business of making money off of people’s misery but what confuses me is when attempts are made by Christian groups, conservative think tanks and men’s right’s groups. It seems to me that the only person who could object to this is some sort of Anti-American communist terrorist who probably doesn’t get as laid as often as they need to!”
“Now if you will excuse me, I need to see Sheriff Longfoot and talk to her about some local business. When I come out, I will answer one, and only one question from the reporter who shows the most of their chest. Skin to win, everybody!”
Tommy pressed his way through the crowd. His bulging erection pointed the way like a rhino’s horn. Ms. Seung followed behind him, her high heels clacking on the concrete steps.
The deputies inside looked tired and worn out but they all smiled when Tommy walked in. He high-fived one deputy, whistled at the biceps of another and slapped the ass of a third. He did all of this without breaking stride to the Sherriff’s office. The Sheriff’s secretary jumped up and opened the door for Tommy. He gave her a thumb’s up and a wink that made her weak in the knees.
“Mr. Mayor,” Sheriff Longfoot said. She was the only one in the entire sheriff’s department not smiling.
“Hold on now,” Tommy said. “Ms. Seung, I though I was meeting with the Sheriff but all I see here is Scarlet Johansson.”
The Sheriff cracked a smile. It was true that she might have had a resemblance to the famous actress if the actress was twenty years older, had broken her nose once and was strong enough to bench press a park bench. Not many people made the connection but Tommy always did.
“Mr. Mayor, don’t even try to sweet talk me today,” Sheriff Longfoot said. “We got ourselves a real problem. Hello Ms. Seung.”
Ms. Seung nodded politely and took her place to the right of the mayor. She checked some data on her iPad. This was the Mayor’s show.
“I can tell you are having trouble by the tension in your shoulders,” Tommy said. “Why don’t you let me take a look and you can tell me all about it.”
The Mayor stepped behind her and Sherriff Longfoot looked up at Ms. Seung for help. The personal assistant gave her a sympathetic look behind her thick glasses and went back to work.
“The thing is, Mr. Mayor, the sheriff’s department is really over stretched. We need to hire more people and we need to expand our jails for the drunk tank. Also, we- Holy shit, that feels good.”
“My grandma taught me that one,” Tommy said. His fingers dug deep into the powerful shoulders of the Sheriff. “She said it was a family secret from the massage parlor days.”
“Oh God, that feels good,” Sherriff Longfoot moaned. “Anyway, I got deputies doing overtime but we just can’t keep up with ohhhhhh, that is sooo good.”
“That sounds like quite the manpower problem,” Tommy said. “But as you know, we’ve already locked in the budget for the sheriff’s department.”
His hands moved lower down and squeezed her breasts through the outside of her shirt. Sheriff Longfoot jumped in her seat but he kept squeezing. Her fists balled up instinctively for a punch but then she felt wonderful sensation ripple from her fingers. He wasn’t just groping her tits, he was massaging them with some sort of lost art handed down from grandmother whore to grandson mayor.
Sheriff Longfoot lost her train of thought. “Uh, the budget, yes. Surely we can do something about it?”
“Where is the increased crime coming from?” Ms. Seung said. The Sheriff suddenly remembered the woman was in her office. Thankfully, Ms. Seung hadn’t looked up from her iPad and a small bit of the Sherrif’s modesty was saved.
“Tourists,” the Sheriff said. “Our own citizens behave themselves but now we got people coming in from all over the state and quite a few from outside the state. They’re clogging up traffic, getting into accidents and some of them are just getting drunk and acting up like they were in Vegas.”
“Oh, you’re getting tense again,” Tommy said. “Here, turn your chair around and face me.”
He sounded more like a doctor than a mayor so Longfoot obeyed. Tommy knelt between her legs and parted them. She looked down with confusion more than anything else. She had her pants on. What was he planning to do?
Tommy leaned forward and put his head on her crotch. He was kissing her pussy through a layer of pants and underwear.
She didn’t expect it to feel fucking amazing.
“Oh fuck!” Longfoot cried. She looked at Ms. Seung in shame but the secretary was still engrossed in her iPad.
It was like a massage but instead of fingers, it was Tommy’s jaw. Pleasure radiated from his mouth. Longfoot soaked her panties in seconds. His fingers gripped her thighs in a pulsing motion. She grabbed his head and pulled him in harder against her pussy.
“What about organized crime?” Ms. Seung asked.
“Uh, we’ve been doing, oh my, real good on that front,” the Sheriff said. “Oh yes, because every brothel has to be, OH GOD YES, licensed by the county, we have managed, fuck! We have managed to keep away the usual troublemakers. Yes, yes, yes!”
The Mayor was humming and the Sheriff could feel every vibration. He was better than her vibrators at home. He was better than her motorcycle on a summer drive. He was better than firing a rifle on full automatic.
She closed her thighs tightly around the Mayor’s head. He kept humming. She pulled him tight against her soaked pants. He kept humming. She humped his face. He kept humming. She imagined what it would like with her pants off and she knew that it would be better than she could possibly imagine.
“Fuck!” Sheriff Longfoot cried. Her orgasm blasted through her body like a shotgun. She felt tension evaporating at every point. Her shoulder felt better. Her back felt better. Even her goddamn toes felt better.
Tommy pulled up from her crotch. His lips and chin were wet. His blonde hair was still perfect. He flashed another smile.
“Sheriff Longfoot, obviously we didn’t accurately predict the extent of your needs in these new economic times.”
“It’s okay,” Sheriff Longfoot said. She was feeling much better. Shit, what was a little overtime? They could manage.
“No, I’m afraid it is not,” Tommy said. He stood up. His bulge pointed at Longfoot. She resisted the urge to caress it.
“Ms. Seung, consult the budget,” Tommy said. “Isn’t it true that we have exceeded prostitution tax revenues for this month?”
“We are a million dollars over our projection,” Ms. Seung said.
“Transfer that million to the Sheriff’s department,” Tommy said. “That should help with some new hiring. We’ll consult the tourism budget to see if we can get some money for expansion to the jail cells. Building the largest burlesque stage can wait a few more months.”
“That is perfect!” Sheriff Longfoot said. “Thank you so much!”
“No, thank you, Sheriff!” Tommy said. “Remember, I am your Mayor and I am at your service.”
“Mr. Mayor, we have an appointment in an hour with the Waste Management department,” Ms. Seung said. “We should get going.”
“Duty calls, Sheriff,” Tommy said. “If you have any problems with the budget or tension, give me a call!”
Tommy strode out of the office and Ms. Seung followed behind him.
“So which reporter do you think is going to be topless when we get out there?” Tommy said.
“All of them, sir,” Ms. Seung said. “They are reporters after all.”
Tommy laughed. “I love politics.”
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Fiction: Orgy of One
Explorer’s Log: I am on day twenty of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. All astronomy surveys have been finished. All maintenance checks have been completed. All systems are running optimally. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: Fuck, I am lonely.
Vaquel Di laid on her bunk in the Relaxation Pod. The brown explorer was naked. She grabbed one of her heavy breasts and squeezed. Her other hand toyed with her clitoris.
On the ceiling of the Relaxation Pod were nineteen different projections of Vaquel’ masturbating. A small projector that Vaquel rigged from ship’s communications sat off to the side. A tiny micro-camera was imbedded in the ceiling of the Relaxation Pod in order to record her face and chest.
Vaquel watched as one of her faces closed her eyes in bliss. Another face bit her bottom lip as she felt something terribly pleasurable. A third face stared back at Vaquel with eyes glazy from lust.
The explorer stroked a little faster. She slapped her breast hard, knowing it would be recorded for her pleasure later. Today she was going for a rough performance. She slapped both of her breasts. She cried out from the pain as her hand punished her full breasts.
One of Vaquel’s faces tossed her head and forth. Her short pink hair whipped from side to side. That was Day Seven, when Vaquel had over clocked her vibrator to incredible and unsafe speeds.
Below that face was a gagged face. That was Day Twelve. Vaquel had used omni-tape to seal her mouth. No sounds came from that face but Vaquel see the desire in her eyes.
A tremor ran through Vaquel. She closed her eyes and slipped her fingers into her cunt. She cried out, knowing full well the camera would capture every second of her open mouth.
She opened her eyes and the faces looked back at her. Nineteen Vaquels moaned and squirmed.
One Vaquel shook with the force of her masturbating. Her breasts bounced and her hair flew around her face. That was Day Two when Vaquel improvised a thrusting arm to hold her dildo. It was a bit painful but the expressions on her face were amazing.
Above her, another Vaquel sucked a dildo. Vaquel watched as her own cheeks caved in around the phallus. Her lipstick was smeared all over the phallus and Vaquel’s mouth watered at the sight of it.
Vaquel returned to today’s performance. She sank painted fingernails into her breast. She squeezed as hard as she could; wincing as the sharp nails dug into her sensitive flesh. The pain transformed her face. The camera watched as she was caught between pain and pleasure.
There was more to come. Vaquel pulled at both of her tits. She stretched tender flesh harder than they were every meant to be pulled. Her hands shook with the force of the pulling but she took it. Vaquel’s mouth cried out in ecstatic pain.
She released her breasts and her hands moved down to her sex. The camera didn’t see her stroking but it did see her face. It saw how pleasure wiped away the pain. It recorded the trembling of her lips. It witnessed the falling of grateful tears.
One hand kept stroking while another hand returned to her sore breasts. This time the fingers went for a dark nipple. The painted nails pinched tighter than any clamp. Vaquel’s moans turned into a scream.
Vaquel kept stroking. She also pinched her nipple harder. A moan of joy turned into a whimper of pain and back into a groan of pleasure. One hand stroked faster while the other hand twisted harder.
Above her, a Vaquel cried out as she climaxed. Beside her, another Vaquel begged as she came closer to release. Below both of them, another Vaquel bit her pillow while she came.
Vaquel stroked faster. With nineteen faces moaning, gasping and shaking, it was easy to forget how alone she was out here in space. With nineteen lips crying out, it was easy to feel immersed in people. With nineteen pairs of eyes, it was easy to believe she was sharing her sex with others.
Vaquel climaxed. The camera caught every moment of her face. It captured the cruel twisting of her nipple. It recorded the beauty of her orgasm
Tomorrow, twenty faces will look down at her as Vaquel pleasured herself.
Explorer’s Personal Log: Fuck, I am lonely.
Vaquel Di laid on her bunk in the Relaxation Pod. The brown explorer was naked. She grabbed one of her heavy breasts and squeezed. Her other hand toyed with her clitoris.
On the ceiling of the Relaxation Pod were nineteen different projections of Vaquel’ masturbating. A small projector that Vaquel rigged from ship’s communications sat off to the side. A tiny micro-camera was imbedded in the ceiling of the Relaxation Pod in order to record her face and chest.
Vaquel watched as one of her faces closed her eyes in bliss. Another face bit her bottom lip as she felt something terribly pleasurable. A third face stared back at Vaquel with eyes glazy from lust.
The explorer stroked a little faster. She slapped her breast hard, knowing it would be recorded for her pleasure later. Today she was going for a rough performance. She slapped both of her breasts. She cried out from the pain as her hand punished her full breasts.
One of Vaquel’s faces tossed her head and forth. Her short pink hair whipped from side to side. That was Day Seven, when Vaquel had over clocked her vibrator to incredible and unsafe speeds.
Below that face was a gagged face. That was Day Twelve. Vaquel had used omni-tape to seal her mouth. No sounds came from that face but Vaquel see the desire in her eyes.
A tremor ran through Vaquel. She closed her eyes and slipped her fingers into her cunt. She cried out, knowing full well the camera would capture every second of her open mouth.
She opened her eyes and the faces looked back at her. Nineteen Vaquels moaned and squirmed.
One Vaquel shook with the force of her masturbating. Her breasts bounced and her hair flew around her face. That was Day Two when Vaquel improvised a thrusting arm to hold her dildo. It was a bit painful but the expressions on her face were amazing.
Above her, another Vaquel sucked a dildo. Vaquel watched as her own cheeks caved in around the phallus. Her lipstick was smeared all over the phallus and Vaquel’s mouth watered at the sight of it.
Vaquel returned to today’s performance. She sank painted fingernails into her breast. She squeezed as hard as she could; wincing as the sharp nails dug into her sensitive flesh. The pain transformed her face. The camera watched as she was caught between pain and pleasure.
There was more to come. Vaquel pulled at both of her tits. She stretched tender flesh harder than they were every meant to be pulled. Her hands shook with the force of the pulling but she took it. Vaquel’s mouth cried out in ecstatic pain.
She released her breasts and her hands moved down to her sex. The camera didn’t see her stroking but it did see her face. It saw how pleasure wiped away the pain. It recorded the trembling of her lips. It witnessed the falling of grateful tears.
One hand kept stroking while another hand returned to her sore breasts. This time the fingers went for a dark nipple. The painted nails pinched tighter than any clamp. Vaquel’s moans turned into a scream.
Vaquel kept stroking. She also pinched her nipple harder. A moan of joy turned into a whimper of pain and back into a groan of pleasure. One hand stroked faster while the other hand twisted harder.
Above her, a Vaquel cried out as she climaxed. Beside her, another Vaquel begged as she came closer to release. Below both of them, another Vaquel bit her pillow while she came.
Vaquel stroked faster. With nineteen faces moaning, gasping and shaking, it was easy to forget how alone she was out here in space. With nineteen lips crying out, it was easy to feel immersed in people. With nineteen pairs of eyes, it was easy to believe she was sharing her sex with others.
Vaquel climaxed. The camera caught every moment of her face. It captured the cruel twisting of her nipple. It recorded the beauty of her orgasm
Tomorrow, twenty faces will look down at her as Vaquel pleasured herself.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Dude, House Buying is Hard, Yo
I'm buying a house. It is a three bedroom, two bathroom, five anxiety attacks property. It is a split level with a kitchen as big as my current apartment. There is a garage which I am inherently supicious of and a back yard that I am sure harbors some evil trees.
We get the house on April 3rd but in the mean time, we have a shit ton of work to do. I had no idea that buying a house involves so much work. The bank wants paperwork. The seller needs paperwork. The realtor needs paperwork. Insurance companies, utilities and contractors need to be called. There is a period called 'Due Diligence' which means you bring in outside experts to kick and peer at your beloved house and try to find something wrong with it. Plumbers express disbelief at the pipe system. Carpenters go mad at the sight of the support beams of the deck. Contractors weep terrified tears at the sight of the counters. It is all very much the opposite of relaxing.
The most amazing thing to me is that my writing has dried up. Paperwork, making appointments, providing therapy to my wife while having my own anxiety is exhausting. I shit you not, I got more writing done when I had cancer.
While I am here, I would like to record for posterity my two favorite incidents while searching for a house to buy.
One of the houses was okay but the neighbor was a bit worrisome. Every window int he neighbor's house had a very obvious camera pointing outwards. The windows had blinds pulled down and conveyed that sort of bunker state of mind. I desperately wanted to go over there and introduce myself and maybe drop some hints that I worked for the government.
Another house I went to looked like the aftermath of a mysterious horror movie. The refrigerator was empty except for two large jars of olives. A lone toothbrush lurked in the hallway. A pair of perfectly good sandals stood in the middle of a room. Another pair of perfectly good sandals were by the back door, but the sandals were not tucked away neatly. No, they were spaced apart as if the person wearing them had instantly vanished in mid walk.
Luckily, the house we ended up making an offer on was free of mystery. Well, not entirely. See, the backyard has five trees. These five trees are not spread out. No, they are in a tight circle. A normal buy would guess that they are just trees but come on, I think we all recognize a Druid gate when we see one.
We get the house on April 3rd but in the mean time, we have a shit ton of work to do. I had no idea that buying a house involves so much work. The bank wants paperwork. The seller needs paperwork. The realtor needs paperwork. Insurance companies, utilities and contractors need to be called. There is a period called 'Due Diligence' which means you bring in outside experts to kick and peer at your beloved house and try to find something wrong with it. Plumbers express disbelief at the pipe system. Carpenters go mad at the sight of the support beams of the deck. Contractors weep terrified tears at the sight of the counters. It is all very much the opposite of relaxing.
The most amazing thing to me is that my writing has dried up. Paperwork, making appointments, providing therapy to my wife while having my own anxiety is exhausting. I shit you not, I got more writing done when I had cancer.
While I am here, I would like to record for posterity my two favorite incidents while searching for a house to buy.
One of the houses was okay but the neighbor was a bit worrisome. Every window int he neighbor's house had a very obvious camera pointing outwards. The windows had blinds pulled down and conveyed that sort of bunker state of mind. I desperately wanted to go over there and introduce myself and maybe drop some hints that I worked for the government.
Another house I went to looked like the aftermath of a mysterious horror movie. The refrigerator was empty except for two large jars of olives. A lone toothbrush lurked in the hallway. A pair of perfectly good sandals stood in the middle of a room. Another pair of perfectly good sandals were by the back door, but the sandals were not tucked away neatly. No, they were spaced apart as if the person wearing them had instantly vanished in mid walk.
Luckily, the house we ended up making an offer on was free of mystery. Well, not entirely. See, the backyard has five trees. These five trees are not spread out. No, they are in a tight circle. A normal buy would guess that they are just trees but come on, I think we all recognize a Druid gate when we see one.
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Fiction: The Hand That Rewards
My phone rang and the ringtone made my cock throb. I was being summoned once more.
I opened the message and once again the words of my oath flooded the screen. My thumb scrolled the message out of habit. I heard that back in the old days, these oaths had to be renewed by voice every single time. It was hard to believe that anyone ever got spanked with those kinds of traditions.
Finally I reached the bottom of the message. “Do you swear to act first as the Invisible Collar commands?” I clicked the accept button.
My mission appeared. The word, reward, appeared. That was odd. I usually did punishments. It was a rare day that I was called on to reward people. I didn’t have the temperament for it.
Once I saw the reward, I understood. Yes, they picked the right guy after all.
A pretty face appeared. She was Hispanic with thick luscious black hair. She was closer to my age than the young college kids I usually punished. Her name was Teresa.
Next were her address and a picture of her house. The GPS in my phone already calculated a route. It was nearby.
It was Saturday morning so I had been exercising. It takes a lot of upper body strength to paddle, spank and wrestle as many women as I do. I wasn’t a fitness nut but my biggest fear is to one day be spanking a woman and my wheezing is louder than her moans.
I showered, dressed and got my equipment. I played some loud music to get in the mood. I stretched because stretching is fucking important.
The drive was short and sweet. People did yard work and I pitied them. I saw people jogging and I wondered if they too were part of the Invisible Collar. A squirrel wondered into the street and I stopped and honked at it until it got off the road.
I pulled into Teresa’s driveway like I lived there. If she had heard me and came to the door, things would have gotten complicated but lucky for me, she didn’t.
I stepped out of my car and headed for the side door. Years of practice kept me from looking to see if I was being watched. My hand slipped into my pocket as if reaching for my keys but instead I pulled out a small set of lock picks.
“The Invisible Collar teaches, the Invisible Collar learns,” I whispered to myself. I swear that I do more preparation work for the Invisible Collar than I do actual fucking. Classes on locks, classes on rope, classes on spanking and even classes on fucking breathing eat into my free time.
I picked the lock in less than a minute.
The door opens into the kitchen. I smell garlic, lemon and shrimp. A glance at the stove told me that lunch was homemade and most likely delicious. I liked a woman who cooks in this day and age.
I listened and I heard the sounds of a science fiction television series. Shit, Teresa was a pretty cool chick.
It is time to go to work. I stripped off my clothes as silently as possible. It was easier said than done. My clothes were folded and left neatly on the counter.
Once I was completely naked, it was time for the mask. I slipped the black cloth over my face. The world changed to grey. The eye holes were designed to be completely invisible. My face was smoothed away. I was a featureless void.
My heart was pounding hard. This wasn’t my first time doing this was it was still difficult. I was in naked in a stranger’s house. She had no idea I was here. I was a faceless naked nightmare. If the Invisible Collar was wrong, if I had come to the wrong house or if a million other things were different than expected, this day could turn into a traumatic experience for everyone.
I breathed. I gave myself over to the Invisible Collar’s plans.
I walked into the living room. Book shelves lined the walls. I liked Teresa a little bit more.
She was sitting on the couch, her back to me. The television babbled technical terms that only existed in science fiction. There was no one else here.
I crossed over to her, my feet silently walking on the carpet. My hand lunged for her hair and I yanked her head back. She screamed and a glass of water fell from her hand. She was dressed in a faded t-shirt and sweat pants. The points of her nipples were visible under her shirt. She had not been expecting company.
I pulled her head back to face me. Teresa screamed a second time and shook. I looked down at her in silence.
A smile broke across her lips. “The Invisible Collar demands,” she said.
“And the Invisible Collar rewards,” I answered.
“Oh thank God,” she sighed.
I reached down with my other hand and grabbed a breast. It was plump and soft underneath her shirt. My hand crushed around her tit like a vice. The t-shirt gave no protection as my fingers squeezed.
“Oh God, oh God,” Teresa moaned. She tried to rise off the couch as my grip became painful. I kept a hold of her hair as she writhed. She was strong but I was so much stronger.
I let go of her breast and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. I pulled it up and let go of her hair. Teresa didn’t struggle at all as I took the shirt off of her.
Tow lovely brown breasts were revealed. An angry handprint decorated her right breast. The other breast tempted me with and I reached for it. Teresa tried to dodge my hand but I was too quick. My hand grabbed her tit and my fingers squeezed with cruel joy.
“Oh shit!” Teresa yelled. She glared at me but it was hard to take her seriously when she was smiling like that.
I released her breast and grabbed her throat. Shock blossomed on her face. My fingers closed around her throat and a dreamy look came over her dark eyes. She fell back onto the couch and I bent over her with my hand at her throat.
I squeezed. She made a choking sound.
I squeezed harder. She looked up at my masked face and shuddered.
I squeezed tighter, dangerously tight. Teresa spread her legs and lifted her hips to me.
My other hand went to her crotch. I had to cross my arm over the other but hey, real life was never as picture perfect as porn was. My fingers pressed down against the material of her pants. Tremendous heat warmed my fingers.
I was beginning to love this woman.
I let go of her throat. Teresa gasped for air. My hands went back to her hair. I lifted her up by the hair and she screamed. As strong as I was, it must have hurt like hell.
My hands dragged her over the back of the couch. She stumbled and followed without any choice in the matter.
“Tell me what you want!” Teresa yelled.
I answered her by spinning her around and bending her over the back of the couch. I let go of her hair and yanked down her sweat pants. A beautiful round ass greeted me. I had this urge to bite her ass but the mask didn’t have a hole for my mouth. Besides, this was her reward, not mine.
I reached between her legs. Teresa parted her legs in an instant. I groaned as I felt thick pubic hair. My fingers slipped inside her for a teasing moment before slipping back out. She was so damn wet.
Teresa moaned and then whimpered at my teasing. Her moan quickly turned into a scream.
My fingers had grabbed her pubic hair and pulled. It wasn’t a strong pull because I wanted to keep my grip but it wasn’t a gentle pull either.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Teresa yelled. “What do you want, what do you want? Just tell me!”
What did I want? I wanted to get her number. I wanted to watch her show with her. I wanted to have a bite of whatever she made for lunch. I wanted to check out her books and see if we had similar tastes. That was what I wanted but the Invisible Collar had rules about their members dating.
It also wasn’t what I was here for.
I released her pubic hair and pressed my cock against her. Teresa moaned and lifted her ass to me. I slipped between her thighs and into her sex.
“Fuck!” Teresa cried out. Fuck indeed. She was wet and I was hard. She was tight and I was horny. She was at home and I was the intruder.
I fucked her. The couch shook from my thrusts. The TV kept playing as Teresa screamed. My cock pushed deep into her wanting sex.
Teresa started to rise and I pushed her head down. I kept her bent over the couch. I fucked faster. My grip was an iron bar on her head. She was pinned between the couch and my cock.
“Take me!” Teresa yelled.
“Use me like a bitch!” she screamed.
“Take my whore pussy!” she yelled.
Teresa screamed as she lost herself in the madness of her lust. She was living her dream. She was getting used against her will despite how willing she was.
The mask was tight around my face. It trapped my breathing and kept the hot air around me. My head was in an oven but my cock was somewhere hotter.
Teresa screamed her climax. She reached back and tried to stop my hips but I slapped her hands away. I was slipping into my role. I couldn’t have dinner with her but I could have her body.
I bent over her body and kept fucking. My hand reached under her and grabbed a bouncing breast. My fingernails bit into her tender flesh as my hips slammed into her. She was soft and warm and eager to the touch.
She climaxed again on the back of the couch.
I pulled out of her. She sighed with relief as my cock left her sensitive sex. The sigh turned to a squeal of shock as I grabbed her long black hair and pulled her to the ground.
I forced her onto her back and this time she kept her legs closed. I was not going to be denied. My hand grabbed her thighs and parted her easily. She moaned as knelt between her legs and she moaned louder as I entered her again.
My hand went to her throat and a tremor ran through her. My grip was tight but not as tight as before. I choked her gently as my hips fucked her roughly.
The carpet was hell on my knees but I kept at it. It hotter inside my mask but I kept fucking. My damn back started to ache but my hips kept pumping. All of my pains and discomforts were kept hidden inside the mask. All Teresa knew was that she was being fucked by a faceless monster; which is just the way she liked it.
Teresa struggled but it was a token resistance. Her hands went to my chest and pushed but I was unyielding. Her feet dug into the carpet but my cock kept stayed inside her. I grabbed her hand at one point and slammed it into the floor. She smiled as I kept her hand pinned.
Her eyes glazed and she was about to climax again. My fingers tightened around her throat. She smiled, frowned and then moaned. I felt her thankfulness as her thighs closed around me.
She came and I released her throat. She sucked in air in between my thrusts to her sex.
I was close. It was time to end this.
I pulled out of her and stood up. Teresa lay on the floor, unmoving and sated. I laughed but the mask turned it into a grunt. I reached down once more to grab her hair. This time she helped as I lifted her to a kneeling position.
She opened her mouth and took my cock. I didn’t have to say anything. I fucked her face and she choked once more.
My cock erupted and she swallowed me. I kept her head pinned to my cock but it was unnecessary. She licked clean every drop.
Orgasm brought bliss. Bliss brought complacency. I thought about how much we had in common. I wanted to ask Teresa out. I considered the anger of the Invisible Collar and I was willing to risk it.
She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth. Her eyes were filled with adoration for me.
No, not me. It was her attacker she adored. It was the faceless man who had broken into her house and used her. It was a concept that she will masturbate to tonight and the last thing she wanted was to know that the masked attacker had a name.
I pushed her back to the floor and rolled her over. She screamed when I slapped her ass.
“Stay here,” I said. “Count to a hundred before rising. Get up before then, and the Invisible Collar will be displeased.”
“Okay,” she said.
Teresa would probably stay down there even after she counted. I doubt she had the strength left to move. She probably just wanted to stay on the rough carpet and treasure the experience she just had.
I wet back into the kitchen. I redressed and took off the mask. Out the door I went and back to my car as if nothing had happened.
If I was lucky, she might earn herself another reward in the future.
I opened the message and once again the words of my oath flooded the screen. My thumb scrolled the message out of habit. I heard that back in the old days, these oaths had to be renewed by voice every single time. It was hard to believe that anyone ever got spanked with those kinds of traditions.
Finally I reached the bottom of the message. “Do you swear to act first as the Invisible Collar commands?” I clicked the accept button.
My mission appeared. The word, reward, appeared. That was odd. I usually did punishments. It was a rare day that I was called on to reward people. I didn’t have the temperament for it.
Once I saw the reward, I understood. Yes, they picked the right guy after all.
A pretty face appeared. She was Hispanic with thick luscious black hair. She was closer to my age than the young college kids I usually punished. Her name was Teresa.
Next were her address and a picture of her house. The GPS in my phone already calculated a route. It was nearby.
It was Saturday morning so I had been exercising. It takes a lot of upper body strength to paddle, spank and wrestle as many women as I do. I wasn’t a fitness nut but my biggest fear is to one day be spanking a woman and my wheezing is louder than her moans.
I showered, dressed and got my equipment. I played some loud music to get in the mood. I stretched because stretching is fucking important.
The drive was short and sweet. People did yard work and I pitied them. I saw people jogging and I wondered if they too were part of the Invisible Collar. A squirrel wondered into the street and I stopped and honked at it until it got off the road.
I pulled into Teresa’s driveway like I lived there. If she had heard me and came to the door, things would have gotten complicated but lucky for me, she didn’t.
I stepped out of my car and headed for the side door. Years of practice kept me from looking to see if I was being watched. My hand slipped into my pocket as if reaching for my keys but instead I pulled out a small set of lock picks.
“The Invisible Collar teaches, the Invisible Collar learns,” I whispered to myself. I swear that I do more preparation work for the Invisible Collar than I do actual fucking. Classes on locks, classes on rope, classes on spanking and even classes on fucking breathing eat into my free time.
I picked the lock in less than a minute.
The door opens into the kitchen. I smell garlic, lemon and shrimp. A glance at the stove told me that lunch was homemade and most likely delicious. I liked a woman who cooks in this day and age.
I listened and I heard the sounds of a science fiction television series. Shit, Teresa was a pretty cool chick.
It is time to go to work. I stripped off my clothes as silently as possible. It was easier said than done. My clothes were folded and left neatly on the counter.
Once I was completely naked, it was time for the mask. I slipped the black cloth over my face. The world changed to grey. The eye holes were designed to be completely invisible. My face was smoothed away. I was a featureless void.
My heart was pounding hard. This wasn’t my first time doing this was it was still difficult. I was in naked in a stranger’s house. She had no idea I was here. I was a faceless naked nightmare. If the Invisible Collar was wrong, if I had come to the wrong house or if a million other things were different than expected, this day could turn into a traumatic experience for everyone.
I breathed. I gave myself over to the Invisible Collar’s plans.
I walked into the living room. Book shelves lined the walls. I liked Teresa a little bit more.
She was sitting on the couch, her back to me. The television babbled technical terms that only existed in science fiction. There was no one else here.
I crossed over to her, my feet silently walking on the carpet. My hand lunged for her hair and I yanked her head back. She screamed and a glass of water fell from her hand. She was dressed in a faded t-shirt and sweat pants. The points of her nipples were visible under her shirt. She had not been expecting company.
I pulled her head back to face me. Teresa screamed a second time and shook. I looked down at her in silence.
A smile broke across her lips. “The Invisible Collar demands,” she said.
“And the Invisible Collar rewards,” I answered.
“Oh thank God,” she sighed.
I reached down with my other hand and grabbed a breast. It was plump and soft underneath her shirt. My hand crushed around her tit like a vice. The t-shirt gave no protection as my fingers squeezed.
“Oh God, oh God,” Teresa moaned. She tried to rise off the couch as my grip became painful. I kept a hold of her hair as she writhed. She was strong but I was so much stronger.
I let go of her breast and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. I pulled it up and let go of her hair. Teresa didn’t struggle at all as I took the shirt off of her.
Tow lovely brown breasts were revealed. An angry handprint decorated her right breast. The other breast tempted me with and I reached for it. Teresa tried to dodge my hand but I was too quick. My hand grabbed her tit and my fingers squeezed with cruel joy.
“Oh shit!” Teresa yelled. She glared at me but it was hard to take her seriously when she was smiling like that.
I released her breast and grabbed her throat. Shock blossomed on her face. My fingers closed around her throat and a dreamy look came over her dark eyes. She fell back onto the couch and I bent over her with my hand at her throat.
I squeezed. She made a choking sound.
I squeezed harder. She looked up at my masked face and shuddered.
I squeezed tighter, dangerously tight. Teresa spread her legs and lifted her hips to me.
My other hand went to her crotch. I had to cross my arm over the other but hey, real life was never as picture perfect as porn was. My fingers pressed down against the material of her pants. Tremendous heat warmed my fingers.
I was beginning to love this woman.
I let go of her throat. Teresa gasped for air. My hands went back to her hair. I lifted her up by the hair and she screamed. As strong as I was, it must have hurt like hell.
My hands dragged her over the back of the couch. She stumbled and followed without any choice in the matter.
“Tell me what you want!” Teresa yelled.
I answered her by spinning her around and bending her over the back of the couch. I let go of her hair and yanked down her sweat pants. A beautiful round ass greeted me. I had this urge to bite her ass but the mask didn’t have a hole for my mouth. Besides, this was her reward, not mine.
I reached between her legs. Teresa parted her legs in an instant. I groaned as I felt thick pubic hair. My fingers slipped inside her for a teasing moment before slipping back out. She was so damn wet.
Teresa moaned and then whimpered at my teasing. Her moan quickly turned into a scream.
My fingers had grabbed her pubic hair and pulled. It wasn’t a strong pull because I wanted to keep my grip but it wasn’t a gentle pull either.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Teresa yelled. “What do you want, what do you want? Just tell me!”
What did I want? I wanted to get her number. I wanted to watch her show with her. I wanted to have a bite of whatever she made for lunch. I wanted to check out her books and see if we had similar tastes. That was what I wanted but the Invisible Collar had rules about their members dating.
It also wasn’t what I was here for.
I released her pubic hair and pressed my cock against her. Teresa moaned and lifted her ass to me. I slipped between her thighs and into her sex.
“Fuck!” Teresa cried out. Fuck indeed. She was wet and I was hard. She was tight and I was horny. She was at home and I was the intruder.
I fucked her. The couch shook from my thrusts. The TV kept playing as Teresa screamed. My cock pushed deep into her wanting sex.
Teresa started to rise and I pushed her head down. I kept her bent over the couch. I fucked faster. My grip was an iron bar on her head. She was pinned between the couch and my cock.
“Take me!” Teresa yelled.
“Use me like a bitch!” she screamed.
“Take my whore pussy!” she yelled.
Teresa screamed as she lost herself in the madness of her lust. She was living her dream. She was getting used against her will despite how willing she was.
The mask was tight around my face. It trapped my breathing and kept the hot air around me. My head was in an oven but my cock was somewhere hotter.
Teresa screamed her climax. She reached back and tried to stop my hips but I slapped her hands away. I was slipping into my role. I couldn’t have dinner with her but I could have her body.
I bent over her body and kept fucking. My hand reached under her and grabbed a bouncing breast. My fingernails bit into her tender flesh as my hips slammed into her. She was soft and warm and eager to the touch.
She climaxed again on the back of the couch.
I pulled out of her. She sighed with relief as my cock left her sensitive sex. The sigh turned to a squeal of shock as I grabbed her long black hair and pulled her to the ground.
I forced her onto her back and this time she kept her legs closed. I was not going to be denied. My hand grabbed her thighs and parted her easily. She moaned as knelt between her legs and she moaned louder as I entered her again.
My hand went to her throat and a tremor ran through her. My grip was tight but not as tight as before. I choked her gently as my hips fucked her roughly.
The carpet was hell on my knees but I kept at it. It hotter inside my mask but I kept fucking. My damn back started to ache but my hips kept pumping. All of my pains and discomforts were kept hidden inside the mask. All Teresa knew was that she was being fucked by a faceless monster; which is just the way she liked it.
Teresa struggled but it was a token resistance. Her hands went to my chest and pushed but I was unyielding. Her feet dug into the carpet but my cock kept stayed inside her. I grabbed her hand at one point and slammed it into the floor. She smiled as I kept her hand pinned.
Her eyes glazed and she was about to climax again. My fingers tightened around her throat. She smiled, frowned and then moaned. I felt her thankfulness as her thighs closed around me.
She came and I released her throat. She sucked in air in between my thrusts to her sex.
I was close. It was time to end this.
I pulled out of her and stood up. Teresa lay on the floor, unmoving and sated. I laughed but the mask turned it into a grunt. I reached down once more to grab her hair. This time she helped as I lifted her to a kneeling position.
She opened her mouth and took my cock. I didn’t have to say anything. I fucked her face and she choked once more.
My cock erupted and she swallowed me. I kept her head pinned to my cock but it was unnecessary. She licked clean every drop.
Orgasm brought bliss. Bliss brought complacency. I thought about how much we had in common. I wanted to ask Teresa out. I considered the anger of the Invisible Collar and I was willing to risk it.
She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth. Her eyes were filled with adoration for me.
No, not me. It was her attacker she adored. It was the faceless man who had broken into her house and used her. It was a concept that she will masturbate to tonight and the last thing she wanted was to know that the masked attacker had a name.
I pushed her back to the floor and rolled her over. She screamed when I slapped her ass.
“Stay here,” I said. “Count to a hundred before rising. Get up before then, and the Invisible Collar will be displeased.”
“Okay,” she said.
Teresa would probably stay down there even after she counted. I doubt she had the strength left to move. She probably just wanted to stay on the rough carpet and treasure the experience she just had.
I wet back into the kitchen. I redressed and took off the mask. Out the door I went and back to my car as if nothing had happened.
If I was lucky, she might earn herself another reward in the future.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Fiction: Give Until It Feels Good
“And remember folks, if you want to see more great programming like ‘Masterpiece Antiques’ then you need to call in to make a donation to PBS Channel 3. We are twenty thousand dollars away from our goal and every dollar helps! My shift is over so I am going to turn it over to Maria who has a very special local guest.”
“Thanks, Bob! I’m Maria Soto and most of you know me from my show, Good Morning Wickleton! Today I am joined by local business owner and sexual scientist, Dr. Otto Von Madd!”
“Good evening, Maria, I am happy to be here. Public television taught me the alphabet, how to be a good neighbor and introduced me to vastly superior British science fiction. I am glad to be a part of keeping non-commercial television alive.”
“Thank you Dr. Von Madd. I understand that you brought something that you will be giving to our callers? I hope it is something we can show on television!”
“Don’t worry, Maria, I am perfectly capable of dealing with antiquated sexual prudence. Today I brought the latest in phrenal tactile manipulation. Every caller who donates at least a hundred dollars in the next hour will receive this!”
“Excuse me Dr. Von Madd, but that appears to just be a hairbrush.”
“I can assure you Maria that this is no ordinary hairbrush. This is the Brushgasm Mark 3. The bristles have been specially designed to excite and stimulate erogenous zones of your body by manipulation of the nerve endings on a person’s scalp. The handle has been ergonomically designed to fit comfortable in most adult hands. The plastic is made from recycled soda bottle rings and the box it comes has a picture of a cat that is scientifically designed to make you smile.”
“It still looks just like a hairbrush, Doctor.”
“Here, let me brush your hair, then.”
“Okay, but if you mess up my hair, then my makeup lady is going to want a word with you. Oh my God!”
“Here, you might want to sit down for this. As the viewers at home can see, all I am doing is brushing downwards from the top to the ends of the hair.”
“Holy snackcakes! My toes are curling!”
“Do you see now the effect of three years of research and a lot of sore wrists?”
“I’m going to need new panties! These are soaked!”
“Remember, Maria, we are on live television and society’s outdated social standards frowns on that kind of talk.”
“You should probably stop then, wait, what? My producer just told me that we have raised twelve hundred dollars in the last three minutes. He wants you to keep brushing my hair. I’m not sure I can take any more.”
“Sure you can, Maria. A woman your age can take half an hour of the Brushgasm Mark 3 before needed to rehydrate. I should point out that brushing downward in slow even strokes, I am creating an irresistible excitement in Maria’s genitals, correct?”
“Heck yeah!”
“But observe, if I do a quick harsh motion . . .”
“Mary Mother of God!”
“How would you describe that feeling, Maria?”
“Like my woo-woo got slapped by a giant anaconda!”
“Would you call it unpleasant?”
“. . . .No.”
“I do recommend that if you use the harsh strokes on a loved one, that you agree on a safeword before hand.”
“Tell me, Doctor, does the brush have to be used by someone else? I mean, could I get the same effect by brushing my own hair?”
“Of course. Here, try it.”
“Oh God, it WORKS! I am never leaving the bathroom again!”
“We found in some case studies that lovers liked to brush their own hair and watch each other. “
“Wow! My producer just told me that we reached our goal! That must be some sort of a record! We picked up twenty thousand dollars in less than five minutes!”
“I am not surprised. People love public television.”
“Thanks, Bob! I’m Maria Soto and most of you know me from my show, Good Morning Wickleton! Today I am joined by local business owner and sexual scientist, Dr. Otto Von Madd!”
“Good evening, Maria, I am happy to be here. Public television taught me the alphabet, how to be a good neighbor and introduced me to vastly superior British science fiction. I am glad to be a part of keeping non-commercial television alive.”
“Thank you Dr. Von Madd. I understand that you brought something that you will be giving to our callers? I hope it is something we can show on television!”
“Don’t worry, Maria, I am perfectly capable of dealing with antiquated sexual prudence. Today I brought the latest in phrenal tactile manipulation. Every caller who donates at least a hundred dollars in the next hour will receive this!”
“Excuse me Dr. Von Madd, but that appears to just be a hairbrush.”
“I can assure you Maria that this is no ordinary hairbrush. This is the Brushgasm Mark 3. The bristles have been specially designed to excite and stimulate erogenous zones of your body by manipulation of the nerve endings on a person’s scalp. The handle has been ergonomically designed to fit comfortable in most adult hands. The plastic is made from recycled soda bottle rings and the box it comes has a picture of a cat that is scientifically designed to make you smile.”
“It still looks just like a hairbrush, Doctor.”
“Here, let me brush your hair, then.”
“Okay, but if you mess up my hair, then my makeup lady is going to want a word with you. Oh my God!”
“Here, you might want to sit down for this. As the viewers at home can see, all I am doing is brushing downwards from the top to the ends of the hair.”
“Holy snackcakes! My toes are curling!”
“Do you see now the effect of three years of research and a lot of sore wrists?”
“I’m going to need new panties! These are soaked!”
“Remember, Maria, we are on live television and society’s outdated social standards frowns on that kind of talk.”
“You should probably stop then, wait, what? My producer just told me that we have raised twelve hundred dollars in the last three minutes. He wants you to keep brushing my hair. I’m not sure I can take any more.”
“Sure you can, Maria. A woman your age can take half an hour of the Brushgasm Mark 3 before needed to rehydrate. I should point out that brushing downward in slow even strokes, I am creating an irresistible excitement in Maria’s genitals, correct?”
“Heck yeah!”
“But observe, if I do a quick harsh motion . . .”
“Mary Mother of God!”
“How would you describe that feeling, Maria?”
“Like my woo-woo got slapped by a giant anaconda!”
“Would you call it unpleasant?”
“. . . .No.”
“I do recommend that if you use the harsh strokes on a loved one, that you agree on a safeword before hand.”
“Tell me, Doctor, does the brush have to be used by someone else? I mean, could I get the same effect by brushing my own hair?”
“Of course. Here, try it.”
“Oh God, it WORKS! I am never leaving the bathroom again!”
“We found in some case studies that lovers liked to brush their own hair and watch each other. “
“Wow! My producer just told me that we reached our goal! That must be some sort of a record! We picked up twenty thousand dollars in less than five minutes!”
“I am not surprised. People love public television.”
Friday, February 22, 2013
For Sale: My Teacher, My Slave
My Teacher, My Slave is available for sale at Kindle. It tells the heart warming story of a young man who has been trained since birth by his father in the art of BDSM. Nick isn't allowed to play bondage games with women his own age but he figures that his teacher doesn't count. Kids, they are such rascals.This story has spanking, sex, wisdom, angst and a torrid teacher/student romance.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
The Next Big Thing Blog Hop
I have been asked by Bird’s Nest Soup to participate in a Blog Hop where I discuss my next book and talk a little about the process. This came at a fortunate time as my buffer of short stories is almost gone and I could use something else to talk about. Also, every time I tell people the subject of my book, they hate it, but once they read it, they love it. Maybe this little behind the scenes will encourage you to give the book a try.
1. What is the working title of your book?
I went with “My Teacher, My Slave” because I am a firm believer in letting people know what is going on by title alone.
2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
An e-publishing company announced that they wanted to do porn that was reminiscent of the sleazier porn of the 60’s and 70’s but well written. I was intrigued by the idea of taking a trashy premise and elevating it.
For my trashy idea, I didn’t go to sleazy paperbacks. I went to an even sleazier place, the usenet erotica groups where I got my start. Specifically, when I first started reading usenet smut, the most popular subject by far was the domination of teachers by students.
The premise goes like this. A student blackmails a teacher. The teacher does slutty things for the student. The student escalates their demands until the story collapses under the weight of depravity and stupidity. The stories are almost never finished because the writer runs out of awful things to inflict on the teacher.
So, that is my awful inspiration that I hoped to make a good story out of.
3. What genre does your book come under?
I would say Domination/Submission with a touch of young adult angst. This is the story of a young man who has been taught my his father to be a dominant since, well, since way too young. The man is a wunderkind of domination and he is seducing his teacher to be his submissive. He might be a genius of domination but he is also a young man which means he gets a bit melodramatic as young people often do.
4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
My brain is incapable of answering this question. I describe my characters in broad strokes. Physically their appearance doesn’t mean as much to me as their character. I also find that when it comes to sex, I rather be as inclusive as possible.
For example, the teacher in this story is busty and wears glasses. For the reader, that could be anyone from Scarlett Johannson to Melissa McCarthy and that is the way I like it.
5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Eighteen year old specially trained dominant male sets his sight on his submissive history teacher.
6. Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher,
or represented by an agency?
The company that inspired me to do this story decided they wanted to do short story collections instead. That freed me up to self-publish it.
7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
This one pretty much wrote itself and it took less than a week. That is the upside to writing a story in a genre you despise. You know how to fix it and you know exactly what you want.
8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
You know, I kind of try not to write in my own genre. I would say this story is closer to ‘Parker Lewis Can’t Lose’, a little ‘Bourne Identity’ with spanking and sex.
9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?
My biggest problem with Student-Dominates-Teacher stories is that my real life experiences have taught me that you need a lot of practice and play to really know how to dominate someone. To fix that, I drew on movies like “Hannah” and Doc Savage stories for the concept of the really obsessive father figure who trains their child relentlessly. My parents never had an interest in anything I did so maybe that is what I am so attracted to overbearing parental figures who train their kids instead of letting them be kids.
10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
This is a story told from a rather unique dominant male. I don’t see many stories told from the point of view of dominants and I sure as heck have never read a story about a dominant who practiced spanking his stuffed animals when he was old enough to swing a stick.
Since this is a blog hop I would like to suggest the following two writers.
Daisy Danger who is working on a really great idea of a book so she should tell you about it.
Joe Tortuga writes a little of everything and all of it great.
1. What is the working title of your book?
I went with “My Teacher, My Slave” because I am a firm believer in letting people know what is going on by title alone.
2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
An e-publishing company announced that they wanted to do porn that was reminiscent of the sleazier porn of the 60’s and 70’s but well written. I was intrigued by the idea of taking a trashy premise and elevating it.
For my trashy idea, I didn’t go to sleazy paperbacks. I went to an even sleazier place, the usenet erotica groups where I got my start. Specifically, when I first started reading usenet smut, the most popular subject by far was the domination of teachers by students.
The premise goes like this. A student blackmails a teacher. The teacher does slutty things for the student. The student escalates their demands until the story collapses under the weight of depravity and stupidity. The stories are almost never finished because the writer runs out of awful things to inflict on the teacher.
So, that is my awful inspiration that I hoped to make a good story out of.
3. What genre does your book come under?
I would say Domination/Submission with a touch of young adult angst. This is the story of a young man who has been taught my his father to be a dominant since, well, since way too young. The man is a wunderkind of domination and he is seducing his teacher to be his submissive. He might be a genius of domination but he is also a young man which means he gets a bit melodramatic as young people often do.
4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
My brain is incapable of answering this question. I describe my characters in broad strokes. Physically their appearance doesn’t mean as much to me as their character. I also find that when it comes to sex, I rather be as inclusive as possible.
For example, the teacher in this story is busty and wears glasses. For the reader, that could be anyone from Scarlett Johannson to Melissa McCarthy and that is the way I like it.
5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Eighteen year old specially trained dominant male sets his sight on his submissive history teacher.
6. Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher,
or represented by an agency?
The company that inspired me to do this story decided they wanted to do short story collections instead. That freed me up to self-publish it.
7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
This one pretty much wrote itself and it took less than a week. That is the upside to writing a story in a genre you despise. You know how to fix it and you know exactly what you want.
8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
You know, I kind of try not to write in my own genre. I would say this story is closer to ‘Parker Lewis Can’t Lose’, a little ‘Bourne Identity’ with spanking and sex.
9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?
My biggest problem with Student-Dominates-Teacher stories is that my real life experiences have taught me that you need a lot of practice and play to really know how to dominate someone. To fix that, I drew on movies like “Hannah” and Doc Savage stories for the concept of the really obsessive father figure who trains their child relentlessly. My parents never had an interest in anything I did so maybe that is what I am so attracted to overbearing parental figures who train their kids instead of letting them be kids.
10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
This is a story told from a rather unique dominant male. I don’t see many stories told from the point of view of dominants and I sure as heck have never read a story about a dominant who practiced spanking his stuffed animals when he was old enough to swing a stick.
Since this is a blog hop I would like to suggest the following two writers.
Daisy Danger who is working on a really great idea of a book so she should tell you about it.
Joe Tortuga writes a little of everything and all of it great.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Fiction: Toys of the Gods
Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the third planet in the star system designated “Ecstasy of the Queen’s Kiss” by Royal Astronomers. Initial scans reveal quite a few anomalies. One continent shows signs of advanced civilization buried under the debris of a massive war. Another continent is made of nothing but sandy rock quarries filled with non functional robots. The third continent is littered with volcanoes and lakes. I can only conclude that the planet has been heavily terraformed by an unknown species. I will be landing on the third continent to see if I can discover more. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: I am disappointed that this appears to be a dead world. I have a long stretch of space ahead of me before I encounter another star system and I was hoping to get seriously fucked. Maybe I can find some penile shaped rocks for the trip.
Vaquel Di stood at the side of the river. Her skintight green spacesuit clung to every curve and swell of her brown body. A glassteel bubble helmet encased her face that was framed in short pink hair. A look of annoyance was on her face.
“I have never seen a river that turned at a right angle before,” she said out loud.
The whole area around her was like this. Ridges were ten feet higher than the ground below it. A stretch of desert ran along the side of thick grassy plains. Every tree was the same height. The ground itself was so flat that Vaquel suspected that it was perfectly level.
The place was obviously fabricated and fabrication meant owners. That was a problem for Vaquel. She was supposed to be looking for worlds for the Queen to either claim or conquer from weak enemies. This planet had no obvious owners so it was difficult to recommend for conquest. The last thing any Deep Space Explorer wants to do is recommend a planet that was guarded by powerful forces.
Worse, there was not a single thing that Vaquel had discovered that could double as a sex toy. The planet was absurd AND lacking in dildoes.
“This planet sucks!” she yelled out loud.
Two clouds appeared suddenly in front of her. One cloud of gas was blue, while the other cloud was yellow. Vaquel drew her plasma pistol from her holster in an instant.
The Blue Cloud spoke with a voice like thunder. “Greetings, sentient life form! Tell us the truth, would you like lead a small group of famous people drawn from your species’ history in a battle to the death against another group of famous figures?”
“Or perhaps you would prefer a different fight,” the Yellow Cloud thundered. “Maybe you would like a one on one test of brawn, skill and resources with a different sentient life form to be announced?
“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Vaquel said. “And who are you?”
The Clouds sighed. Vaquel’s pistol disintegrated in her hand. Vaquel’s hands went to her utility belt but it was gone as well. She was unarmed.
“I so hate when they ask questions,” the Blue Cloud said. “They never just pick one. They always have to ask stupid questions like, where did all these savage animals come from? How did you create all the weapons of my people? And that really annoying question, why do you derive enjoyment from my suffering?”
“Forgive them,” the Yellow Cloud said. “Sentient physical lifeforms are quite stupid and unable to comprehend the vast powers at our command. They couldn’t begin to understand the boredom that near omnipotence brings and how entertaining it is to watch inferior lifeforms compete and die for our amusement.”
“Wait, you kill other life forms for your enjoyment?” Vaquel said. She really hated the idea that her weapons were gone.
“Of course not,” the Blue Cloud said.
“The very idea is insulting!” the Yellow Cloud said.
“We set up situations where the life forms kill each other,” the Blue Cloud said.
“They are very inventive that way,” the Yellow Cloud said.
“And now it is your turn to entertain us,” the Blue Cloud said.
“Yes, and we are very competitive,” the Yellow Cloud said. “So we will get our first winner by you picking which game you prefer to fight your life in.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Vaquel said. “You created this world right? And you can make people and animals? Why don’t you just make your own people to fight each other?”
“Oh my singularity,” the Blue Cloud swore. “She’s talking about the Evolution game. I refuse to play that again. That took forever!”
“Quite right,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We played that game over on the continent with all the radiation and trash. They made that mess. We keep it around as a reminder of how annoying that game was.”
“It is much more fun to lure in space travelers and colonists,” the Blue Cloud said. “They fight us at first and then after we atomize a few, they quickly agree to our terms.”
“And what are your terms?” Vaquel asked.
“Simple,” the Yellow Cloud said. “One of us will chose a side. In the case of a single entity like you, one of us will bet on your surviving and the other will bet against you. If the sentient wins one of our games, they get to leave. If they fail, then they die.”
“Why do they have to die?” Vaquel asked.
“Dying is a great motivator to physical sentients,” the Blue Cloud said. “It really brings out the competitive nature.”
“Which brings us to you,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We have played a lot of games and we have it down to our favorites. Shall you fight one on one against another sentient or will you lead a small army of people drawn from your history against another group of historical figures?”
Vaquel thought about it. She had no doubt as their powers. The Deep Space Exploration program had recorded at least sixteen ‘Omnipotent’ class beings. They tended to be very fickle and very powerful. Of the sixteen encountered, only three explorers had survived their encounters intact. Usually surviving involved cunning, ingenuity and a shit gravity well of luck.
On the other hand, Vaquel was still horny as fuck and she didn’t plan to die without climaxing at least once.
“I understand that death is a great motivator but I think you have ruled out the other great motivation for sentient physical beings,” she said.
The clouds drifted closer. “Tell us more,” they both rumbled.
“Sex is the primary reason for more species’ existence,” Vaquel said. “Instead of a contest of combat or all out war, you could also do a contest of sex.”
“Ridiculous,” the Blue Cloud said.
“Preposterous!” the Yellow Cloud said.
Vaquel shrugged. “You might be right. Physical intimacy is very complicated, tricky and unpredictable. Not everyone understands it. I see now that maybe simple games of fighting might be easier for your minds to comprehend.”
The clouds rumbled. Lightning flashed between them. Vaquel expected to be vaporized at any moment.
“What kind of sexual game do you have in mind?” the Blue Cloud said.
“And how will we play it?” the Yellow Cloud said.
“Well, first you two will have to assume physical forms that are sexually compliant with mine,” Vaquel said.
The Blue Cloud changed in an instant. He became a blue man with a rather impressive blue cock. He was hairless but his impressive musculature made up for it.
The Yellow Cloud changed as well. A woman appeared with yellow skin and generous breasts. She too was hairless but her slender body was curved and buoyant in all the right places.
“This feels odd,” the Blue Man said. “I am inhaling air particles and exhaling them. How disturbing!”
“I agree!” the Yellow Woman said. “I do not approve of gravity. It feels heavy.”
“Explain the game to us!” the Blue Man said. “I want to get this over with before I decay with old age.”
“It’s simple,” Vaquel said. “The three of us will have sex. The strenuous activity will drain our endurance and yet the pleasure derived will sustain us. Whoever can not continue first, will lose.”
“This fleshy bit of me agrees with the game,” the Blue Man said as he pointed to his hard cock.
“My inner wetness also agrees!” the Yellow Woman said.
“Good,” Vaquel said. “Now we just need a soft comfortable surface to have sex on.”
A blue and yellow bed instantly appeared. It was almost as big as Vaquel’s entire space ship.
“Now since I have the most experience with sex, I should initiate it,” Vaquel said. She moved to the bed and pressed a button on her waist. The skintight spacesuit retracted into her boots and gloves and exposed her brown body. She took off her space helmet and set it on the bed. Vaquel laid back on the bed and spread her thighs. She ran a few fingers through the thick bush of her pink pubic hair.
“Blue, slide your fleshy bit here,” Vaquel said.
Blue Man was eager to learn. He walked awkwardly towards her as he tried to master bipedal motion. Once he made it to the bed however, some sort of instinct kicked in. He crawled between her brown thighs. Vaquel took his cock in hand and guided it to her sex.
“Protons and neutrons!” Blue Man cried. “This is very appealing!”
“Yes, it is,” Vaquel said. “Now move.”
She put her hands on his back and her thighs wrapped around his waist. Her feet pressed against his ass. Nature took over and his cock slid and out of her.
“This is very exhilarating!” Blue Man cried.
Yellow Woman climbed onto the bed. “I appear to be winning this game because my opponent is exhausting himself. Yet strangely I feel neglected and jealous.”
“We can fix that,” Vaquel said. “Climb over my face and lower your sex to my mouth.”
“That seems silly,” Yellow Woman said. She kneeled over Vaquel’s face and lowered herself. “I don’t see the point of this at all. Stars and Pulsars!”
Vaquel rapidly licked the Yellow Woman’s sex. It had been too long since she tasted a pussy and she was making up for lost time. Her tongue delved deep inside Yellow Woman’s hairless sex.
“This is exhilarating!” Yellow Woman said. She grinded against Vaquel’s face.
“I know!” Blue Man said as he humped faster.
Vaquel’s hands reached for Blue Man’s face. He grabbed an ear and tugged his head down to Yellow Woman’s breast. She pressed his face until she felt his jaw moving.
“Yes!” Yellow Woman said. “Your mouth is giving me more stimulation! Use your tongue organ! Lick my sensitive milk producing opening!”
Blue Man fucked Vaquel faster. She suspected that he was enjoying more stimulation as well.
Blue Man cried out. A hot flood of seed filled Vaquel’s sex. She moaned in frustration at how quickly he climaxed. Still, it was his first day as a physical being.
Yellow Woman clenched her thighs tighter around Vaquel’s head as she screamed her climax. Vaquel suffocated on pussy and juice for a brief moment before Yellow Woman’s thighs released her.
Vaquel breathed in as Yellow Woman slid off her face. Blue Man slowly pulled out of her on shaky knees.
“I enjoy this game,” Blue Man gasped.
“As do I,” Yellow Woman said. “I see where the exhaustion comes in and yet I do feel a little rejuvenated. My only concern is the game does seem lacking in variations.”
Vaquel laughed. “I got your variations right here.”
She slid a finger into Yellow Woman’s sex. The wet pussy easily took in two and then three of Vaquel’s fingers. Yellow Woman looked down and moaned at the sight of Vaquel’s brown fingers disappearing into her yellow sex.
“I want variation!” Blue Man said.
Vaquel leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. His cock was on the verge of going limp but it quickly regained an erection. Vaquel relaxed her throat and took all of his member into her mouth.
“I approve of this permutation of limbs and genitals!” Yellow Woman cried.
“I feel very favorable towards this insertion into the oral cavity!” Blue Man said.
Vaquel fingered and sucked. It was good to have her choice of sex for a change. Finger fucking a tight pussy was a singular pleasure but so was sucking a thick cock. She almost didn’t mind that her own sex was being neglected.
Almost. Vaquel opened her thighs. She reached out with her free hand and grabbed the first hand she could find. It belonged to Blue Man. That was fine. She guided his fingers to her sex. When he slipped inside her, she moaned with him still in his mouth.
“I appreciate how pleasant the temperature is in here,” Blue Man said. His fingers plunged deeper into Vaquel.
“I want to feel!” Yellow Woman said. Her delicate fingers joined Blue Man’s. The two of them should have been too much for Vaquel but she was just aroused and wet enough to take them. She bucked her hips as the two omnipotent beings learned how to finger fuck.
Yellow Woman climaxed. She cried out and pushed Vaquel’s hand away as she became too sensitive. Yellow Woman kept finger fucking Vaquel though and that was all that mattered.
Vaquel climaxed next. Brown thighs squeezed tight around the blue and yellow hands that stroked her. She choked on Blue Man’s cock as her pleasure forced a scream from her mouth.
“By all the laws of entropy,” Yellow Woman moaned. “This is exhausting.”
“I have plenty of energy left,” Blue Man said. It came out almost as a whine.
Vaquel smiled. “My jaw is sore but my tits are fine.” She rolled onto her back. “Mount me and slid your cock between my tits.”
“What strangeness is this?” Blue Man said. He climbed on top of her. “You don’t have a sexual organ in your breasts. How does this work?”
Vaquel squeezed her tits around his blue cock.
“Oh!” he cried out. “It works! It works!”
Blue Man began to thrust. His cock was slick from Vaquel’s spit and it slid easily between her brown tits. She wrapped her plump tits around his cock as he fucked her. Blue Man moaned like a man possessed.
“I have discovered new energy within myself!” Yellow Woman declared.
“Then lick my cunt like I ate yours,” Vaquel said.
Yellow Woman climbed between Vaquel’s thighs. She dived into Vaquel’s pink pubic hair with a nimble tongue and a willingness to learn. The vast celestial intellect was quick to learn how to lick and nibble but it still took her ten minutes to find Vaquel’s clitoris.
Vaquel helped her by pinning Yellow Woman’s head to her sex. Brown thighs squeezed tightly as just the right spot was licked again and again.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her orgasm exploded throughout her body.
“Cosmic rays!” Blue Man cried as his cock erupted. Thick strands of seed spurted between Vaquel’s breasts.
A stream of seed landed on Vaquel’s face. She took a lick. It was a little sweet but sadly, she did not gain any god like powers like she had hoped.
“I am completely drained,” Blue Man said. He fell onto the bed and stayed there.
“I still have some reserves but my jaw hurts,” Yellow Woman said.
“What?” Vaquel said. “We’re just starting. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
“I demand to be shown the good stuff!” Yellow Woman cried.
“Okay,” Vaquel said. “First, Blue, you’re going to have to roll over onto your back.”
Blue Man did as he was told. His spent cock was going limp until Vaquel took him in hand. A few quick tugs and he was back to full height.
“Now Yellow, climb on top of Blue and slide him into your pussy.”
“Like this?” Yellow Woman said. She mounted Blue Man and lowered her sex. His girth opened her and they both moaned as they joined together.
“Just like that,” Vaquel said. “Now move your hips. No, not like that. Here, I’ll show you.”
Vaquel put her hands on Yellow Woman’s hips. She pushed and guided Yellow Woman through a sensuous rhythm. The omnipotent intellect learned quickly.
“What I do?” Blue Man groaned.
“Well, you can grab her ass. Or you can grab her tits,” Vaquel said. “Experiment and see what she likes.”
Blue Man did both. One hand went to Yellow Woman’s ass and the other to a breast. Yellow Woman moaned and humped faster. He tried rubbing her nipple and that seemed to make her go faster.
“This is the best game yet!” Blue Man cried.
“This is even better than that time we made those colonists fight each other on that rotating pit above the lava!” Yellow Woman cried.
The two beings kept fucking. The Yellow Woman rode the Blue Man. The Blue Man groped the Yellow Woman. The bed squeaked a lot.
After a time, the Yellow Woman said, “This body is starting to get tired.”
“Roll over, I feel rejuvenated,” Blue Man said.
They rolled together, never breaking their connection. The Blue Man was now on top. He continued the fucking as the Yellow Woman held onto him. Now it was her turn to grope him. She found many interesting parts to play with.
After some vigorous fucking, Yellow Woman climaxed.
A few thrusts later, Blue Man climaxed inside her.
They laid together and enjoyed the moment.
“Wait a moment,” Blue Man said. “Where did the sentient go?”
“Her ship is no longer on the planet either!” Yellow Woman said.
“We have been tricked!” Blue Man said.
“We have been cheated!” Yellow Woman said.
Blue Man throbbed inside her. Yellow Woman clenched around him.
“Maybe we don’t need a sentient to play a game,” Blue Man said.
Yellow Woman looked down at him. “Agreed. I want to change genders though. Your appendage is quite interesting.”
“I want to change genders too,” Blue Man said. “I like those fleshy parts on your chest and I want some.”
“Maybe we can improve on this design,” Yellow Woman said. “We can make a body that all the parts we like.”
“This will be an even better game!” Blue Hermaphrodite said.
Explorer’s Personal Log: I am disappointed that this appears to be a dead world. I have a long stretch of space ahead of me before I encounter another star system and I was hoping to get seriously fucked. Maybe I can find some penile shaped rocks for the trip.
Vaquel Di stood at the side of the river. Her skintight green spacesuit clung to every curve and swell of her brown body. A glassteel bubble helmet encased her face that was framed in short pink hair. A look of annoyance was on her face.
“I have never seen a river that turned at a right angle before,” she said out loud.
The whole area around her was like this. Ridges were ten feet higher than the ground below it. A stretch of desert ran along the side of thick grassy plains. Every tree was the same height. The ground itself was so flat that Vaquel suspected that it was perfectly level.
The place was obviously fabricated and fabrication meant owners. That was a problem for Vaquel. She was supposed to be looking for worlds for the Queen to either claim or conquer from weak enemies. This planet had no obvious owners so it was difficult to recommend for conquest. The last thing any Deep Space Explorer wants to do is recommend a planet that was guarded by powerful forces.
Worse, there was not a single thing that Vaquel had discovered that could double as a sex toy. The planet was absurd AND lacking in dildoes.
“This planet sucks!” she yelled out loud.
Two clouds appeared suddenly in front of her. One cloud of gas was blue, while the other cloud was yellow. Vaquel drew her plasma pistol from her holster in an instant.
The Blue Cloud spoke with a voice like thunder. “Greetings, sentient life form! Tell us the truth, would you like lead a small group of famous people drawn from your species’ history in a battle to the death against another group of famous figures?”
“Or perhaps you would prefer a different fight,” the Yellow Cloud thundered. “Maybe you would like a one on one test of brawn, skill and resources with a different sentient life form to be announced?
“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Vaquel said. “And who are you?”
The Clouds sighed. Vaquel’s pistol disintegrated in her hand. Vaquel’s hands went to her utility belt but it was gone as well. She was unarmed.
“I so hate when they ask questions,” the Blue Cloud said. “They never just pick one. They always have to ask stupid questions like, where did all these savage animals come from? How did you create all the weapons of my people? And that really annoying question, why do you derive enjoyment from my suffering?”
“Forgive them,” the Yellow Cloud said. “Sentient physical lifeforms are quite stupid and unable to comprehend the vast powers at our command. They couldn’t begin to understand the boredom that near omnipotence brings and how entertaining it is to watch inferior lifeforms compete and die for our amusement.”
“Wait, you kill other life forms for your enjoyment?” Vaquel said. She really hated the idea that her weapons were gone.
“Of course not,” the Blue Cloud said.
“The very idea is insulting!” the Yellow Cloud said.
“We set up situations where the life forms kill each other,” the Blue Cloud said.
“They are very inventive that way,” the Yellow Cloud said.
“And now it is your turn to entertain us,” the Blue Cloud said.
“Yes, and we are very competitive,” the Yellow Cloud said. “So we will get our first winner by you picking which game you prefer to fight your life in.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Vaquel said. “You created this world right? And you can make people and animals? Why don’t you just make your own people to fight each other?”
“Oh my singularity,” the Blue Cloud swore. “She’s talking about the Evolution game. I refuse to play that again. That took forever!”
“Quite right,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We played that game over on the continent with all the radiation and trash. They made that mess. We keep it around as a reminder of how annoying that game was.”
“It is much more fun to lure in space travelers and colonists,” the Blue Cloud said. “They fight us at first and then after we atomize a few, they quickly agree to our terms.”
“And what are your terms?” Vaquel asked.
“Simple,” the Yellow Cloud said. “One of us will chose a side. In the case of a single entity like you, one of us will bet on your surviving and the other will bet against you. If the sentient wins one of our games, they get to leave. If they fail, then they die.”
“Why do they have to die?” Vaquel asked.
“Dying is a great motivator to physical sentients,” the Blue Cloud said. “It really brings out the competitive nature.”
“Which brings us to you,” the Yellow Cloud said. “We have played a lot of games and we have it down to our favorites. Shall you fight one on one against another sentient or will you lead a small army of people drawn from your history against another group of historical figures?”
Vaquel thought about it. She had no doubt as their powers. The Deep Space Exploration program had recorded at least sixteen ‘Omnipotent’ class beings. They tended to be very fickle and very powerful. Of the sixteen encountered, only three explorers had survived their encounters intact. Usually surviving involved cunning, ingenuity and a shit gravity well of luck.
On the other hand, Vaquel was still horny as fuck and she didn’t plan to die without climaxing at least once.
“I understand that death is a great motivator but I think you have ruled out the other great motivation for sentient physical beings,” she said.
The clouds drifted closer. “Tell us more,” they both rumbled.
“Sex is the primary reason for more species’ existence,” Vaquel said. “Instead of a contest of combat or all out war, you could also do a contest of sex.”
“Ridiculous,” the Blue Cloud said.
“Preposterous!” the Yellow Cloud said.
Vaquel shrugged. “You might be right. Physical intimacy is very complicated, tricky and unpredictable. Not everyone understands it. I see now that maybe simple games of fighting might be easier for your minds to comprehend.”
The clouds rumbled. Lightning flashed between them. Vaquel expected to be vaporized at any moment.
“What kind of sexual game do you have in mind?” the Blue Cloud said.
“And how will we play it?” the Yellow Cloud said.
“Well, first you two will have to assume physical forms that are sexually compliant with mine,” Vaquel said.
The Blue Cloud changed in an instant. He became a blue man with a rather impressive blue cock. He was hairless but his impressive musculature made up for it.
The Yellow Cloud changed as well. A woman appeared with yellow skin and generous breasts. She too was hairless but her slender body was curved and buoyant in all the right places.
“This feels odd,” the Blue Man said. “I am inhaling air particles and exhaling them. How disturbing!”
“I agree!” the Yellow Woman said. “I do not approve of gravity. It feels heavy.”
“Explain the game to us!” the Blue Man said. “I want to get this over with before I decay with old age.”
“It’s simple,” Vaquel said. “The three of us will have sex. The strenuous activity will drain our endurance and yet the pleasure derived will sustain us. Whoever can not continue first, will lose.”
“This fleshy bit of me agrees with the game,” the Blue Man said as he pointed to his hard cock.
“My inner wetness also agrees!” the Yellow Woman said.
“Good,” Vaquel said. “Now we just need a soft comfortable surface to have sex on.”
A blue and yellow bed instantly appeared. It was almost as big as Vaquel’s entire space ship.
“Now since I have the most experience with sex, I should initiate it,” Vaquel said. She moved to the bed and pressed a button on her waist. The skintight spacesuit retracted into her boots and gloves and exposed her brown body. She took off her space helmet and set it on the bed. Vaquel laid back on the bed and spread her thighs. She ran a few fingers through the thick bush of her pink pubic hair.
“Blue, slide your fleshy bit here,” Vaquel said.
Blue Man was eager to learn. He walked awkwardly towards her as he tried to master bipedal motion. Once he made it to the bed however, some sort of instinct kicked in. He crawled between her brown thighs. Vaquel took his cock in hand and guided it to her sex.
“Protons and neutrons!” Blue Man cried. “This is very appealing!”
“Yes, it is,” Vaquel said. “Now move.”
She put her hands on his back and her thighs wrapped around his waist. Her feet pressed against his ass. Nature took over and his cock slid and out of her.
“This is very exhilarating!” Blue Man cried.
Yellow Woman climbed onto the bed. “I appear to be winning this game because my opponent is exhausting himself. Yet strangely I feel neglected and jealous.”
“We can fix that,” Vaquel said. “Climb over my face and lower your sex to my mouth.”
“That seems silly,” Yellow Woman said. She kneeled over Vaquel’s face and lowered herself. “I don’t see the point of this at all. Stars and Pulsars!”
Vaquel rapidly licked the Yellow Woman’s sex. It had been too long since she tasted a pussy and she was making up for lost time. Her tongue delved deep inside Yellow Woman’s hairless sex.
“This is exhilarating!” Yellow Woman said. She grinded against Vaquel’s face.
“I know!” Blue Man said as he humped faster.
Vaquel’s hands reached for Blue Man’s face. He grabbed an ear and tugged his head down to Yellow Woman’s breast. She pressed his face until she felt his jaw moving.
“Yes!” Yellow Woman said. “Your mouth is giving me more stimulation! Use your tongue organ! Lick my sensitive milk producing opening!”
Blue Man fucked Vaquel faster. She suspected that he was enjoying more stimulation as well.
Blue Man cried out. A hot flood of seed filled Vaquel’s sex. She moaned in frustration at how quickly he climaxed. Still, it was his first day as a physical being.
Yellow Woman clenched her thighs tighter around Vaquel’s head as she screamed her climax. Vaquel suffocated on pussy and juice for a brief moment before Yellow Woman’s thighs released her.
Vaquel breathed in as Yellow Woman slid off her face. Blue Man slowly pulled out of her on shaky knees.
“I enjoy this game,” Blue Man gasped.
“As do I,” Yellow Woman said. “I see where the exhaustion comes in and yet I do feel a little rejuvenated. My only concern is the game does seem lacking in variations.”
Vaquel laughed. “I got your variations right here.”
She slid a finger into Yellow Woman’s sex. The wet pussy easily took in two and then three of Vaquel’s fingers. Yellow Woman looked down and moaned at the sight of Vaquel’s brown fingers disappearing into her yellow sex.
“I want variation!” Blue Man said.
Vaquel leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. His cock was on the verge of going limp but it quickly regained an erection. Vaquel relaxed her throat and took all of his member into her mouth.
“I approve of this permutation of limbs and genitals!” Yellow Woman cried.
“I feel very favorable towards this insertion into the oral cavity!” Blue Man said.
Vaquel fingered and sucked. It was good to have her choice of sex for a change. Finger fucking a tight pussy was a singular pleasure but so was sucking a thick cock. She almost didn’t mind that her own sex was being neglected.
Almost. Vaquel opened her thighs. She reached out with her free hand and grabbed the first hand she could find. It belonged to Blue Man. That was fine. She guided his fingers to her sex. When he slipped inside her, she moaned with him still in his mouth.
“I appreciate how pleasant the temperature is in here,” Blue Man said. His fingers plunged deeper into Vaquel.
“I want to feel!” Yellow Woman said. Her delicate fingers joined Blue Man’s. The two of them should have been too much for Vaquel but she was just aroused and wet enough to take them. She bucked her hips as the two omnipotent beings learned how to finger fuck.
Yellow Woman climaxed. She cried out and pushed Vaquel’s hand away as she became too sensitive. Yellow Woman kept finger fucking Vaquel though and that was all that mattered.
Vaquel climaxed next. Brown thighs squeezed tight around the blue and yellow hands that stroked her. She choked on Blue Man’s cock as her pleasure forced a scream from her mouth.
“By all the laws of entropy,” Yellow Woman moaned. “This is exhausting.”
“I have plenty of energy left,” Blue Man said. It came out almost as a whine.
Vaquel smiled. “My jaw is sore but my tits are fine.” She rolled onto her back. “Mount me and slid your cock between my tits.”
“What strangeness is this?” Blue Man said. He climbed on top of her. “You don’t have a sexual organ in your breasts. How does this work?”
Vaquel squeezed her tits around his blue cock.
“Oh!” he cried out. “It works! It works!”
Blue Man began to thrust. His cock was slick from Vaquel’s spit and it slid easily between her brown tits. She wrapped her plump tits around his cock as he fucked her. Blue Man moaned like a man possessed.
“I have discovered new energy within myself!” Yellow Woman declared.
“Then lick my cunt like I ate yours,” Vaquel said.
Yellow Woman climbed between Vaquel’s thighs. She dived into Vaquel’s pink pubic hair with a nimble tongue and a willingness to learn. The vast celestial intellect was quick to learn how to lick and nibble but it still took her ten minutes to find Vaquel’s clitoris.
Vaquel helped her by pinning Yellow Woman’s head to her sex. Brown thighs squeezed tightly as just the right spot was licked again and again.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her orgasm exploded throughout her body.
“Cosmic rays!” Blue Man cried as his cock erupted. Thick strands of seed spurted between Vaquel’s breasts.
A stream of seed landed on Vaquel’s face. She took a lick. It was a little sweet but sadly, she did not gain any god like powers like she had hoped.
“I am completely drained,” Blue Man said. He fell onto the bed and stayed there.
“I still have some reserves but my jaw hurts,” Yellow Woman said.
“What?” Vaquel said. “We’re just starting. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
“I demand to be shown the good stuff!” Yellow Woman cried.
“Okay,” Vaquel said. “First, Blue, you’re going to have to roll over onto your back.”
Blue Man did as he was told. His spent cock was going limp until Vaquel took him in hand. A few quick tugs and he was back to full height.
“Now Yellow, climb on top of Blue and slide him into your pussy.”
“Like this?” Yellow Woman said. She mounted Blue Man and lowered her sex. His girth opened her and they both moaned as they joined together.
“Just like that,” Vaquel said. “Now move your hips. No, not like that. Here, I’ll show you.”
Vaquel put her hands on Yellow Woman’s hips. She pushed and guided Yellow Woman through a sensuous rhythm. The omnipotent intellect learned quickly.
“What I do?” Blue Man groaned.
“Well, you can grab her ass. Or you can grab her tits,” Vaquel said. “Experiment and see what she likes.”
Blue Man did both. One hand went to Yellow Woman’s ass and the other to a breast. Yellow Woman moaned and humped faster. He tried rubbing her nipple and that seemed to make her go faster.
“This is the best game yet!” Blue Man cried.
“This is even better than that time we made those colonists fight each other on that rotating pit above the lava!” Yellow Woman cried.
The two beings kept fucking. The Yellow Woman rode the Blue Man. The Blue Man groped the Yellow Woman. The bed squeaked a lot.
After a time, the Yellow Woman said, “This body is starting to get tired.”
“Roll over, I feel rejuvenated,” Blue Man said.
They rolled together, never breaking their connection. The Blue Man was now on top. He continued the fucking as the Yellow Woman held onto him. Now it was her turn to grope him. She found many interesting parts to play with.
After some vigorous fucking, Yellow Woman climaxed.
A few thrusts later, Blue Man climaxed inside her.
They laid together and enjoyed the moment.
“Wait a moment,” Blue Man said. “Where did the sentient go?”
“Her ship is no longer on the planet either!” Yellow Woman said.
“We have been tricked!” Blue Man said.
“We have been cheated!” Yellow Woman said.
Blue Man throbbed inside her. Yellow Woman clenched around him.
“Maybe we don’t need a sentient to play a game,” Blue Man said.
Yellow Woman looked down at him. “Agreed. I want to change genders though. Your appendage is quite interesting.”
“I want to change genders too,” Blue Man said. “I like those fleshy parts on your chest and I want some.”
“Maybe we can improve on this design,” Yellow Woman said. “We can make a body that all the parts we like.”
“This will be an even better game!” Blue Hermaphrodite said.
Friday, February 08, 2013
Buy Deep Space Probe Volume Two
Vaquel is a favorite character of mine because she is always lonely and always horny, which pretty much makes her my spirit animal. Writing these kind of science fiction stores allow me to play with sci-fi tropes, create aliens and capture a little of the wonders of space.
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Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Fiction: The Hand that Punishes
My phone rang and the ringtone made my cock throb. I was being summoned once more.
I opened the message and text spills across my screen. The familiar words I know by heart appear. Technology has advanced but the traditions have not.
“The Invisible Collar guides, the Invisible Collar commands. Do you swear to act as the Invisible Collar’s proxy? Do you swear to make the demands of the Invisible Collar into reality? Do you swear . . .”
And so on and so on. My finger makes the screen scroll past endless oaths of service, vows of secrecy and quite a few threatening consequences. The end finally appears and I click the ‘Accept’ link.
A pretty blonde face appears. Her name was Angela. Fuck, they get younger every year. She couldn’t be more than twenty. Was that even legal?
Her infractions were next. There must have been an orgy this weekend. She did not perform as expected. Well, if you can’t take the double penetration, stay the fuck off the bondage swing as I’ve always said.
Her punishments were next. My mouth watered and my cock throbbed as I read them.
Last were an address and a time. It was soon. She would be there.
First I called my boss and let him know I would be late to work. He didn’t mind. He knew I would make the hours up. Sometimes I wondered if he was a member of the Invisible Collar. He was either a great boss or he was in on it.
Next I took a shower and ate breakfast. I also did some stretching exercises because I am not as young as I used to be. It was also good for you. Everyone should stretch more.
After getting dressed, I began my drive over. Traffic was a bear but when wasn’t it? Angela lived downtown at an apartment building for college students. I wondered if she had a roommate.
She did have a roommate. An Asian girl answered the door. She looked at me skeptically. I was too old to live here and too well dressed to be maintenance.
“I am here to see Angela,” I said.
That confused her even more. “Angela, some guy is here to see you.”
Angela came out of the back. She was putting on a coat. “Thanks, Jen. I’ll be going out for awhile.”
“No, we’re not,” I said. “We’ll go to your bedroom.”
Angela’s eyes widened. “Wouldn’t you rather go out?” she said. Her tone implied that I cared about her privacy. It was almost cute.
I leaned closer to her. “The rules are clear. Either we go to your bedroom and conclude our business, or, you will never be contacted by the Invisible Collar again.”
Jen watched us with a baffled look on her face. She didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Good. I wouldn’t have to add breaking the vow of secrecy to Angela’s crimes.
Angela’s face turned into a pout. It was a good pout. I bet it was devastating against boys her own age. All it did to me was make me want to slap her.
“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
God damn, the Invisible Collar is really dropping the ball on teaching new recruits. Oh well, it just meant more work for me.
Angela led me to the back of the apartment. Her bedroom was a mess. She closed the door behind us and locked it.
“Please, please, please, be really quiet,” Angela begged.
I ignored her. I crossed my arms and looked down at her with my sternest expression. Years of practice had given me a pretty good scowl.
“Angela, you have failed the Invisible Collar,” I said. You were given the honor of serving others and you failed. How do you plea?”
Angela looked at me and smiled. Her eyes glazed and she unconsciously stood up straighter. She was turned on. Submissives tended to do that when I did my stern voice.
“How do you plea?” I repeated.
“Okay, I was bad,” Angela said. “But the guy who wanted me to suck his dick looked like my grandfather. It freaked me out and then that one gross lady tried to grab my ass and that was-ACK!"
My hand was on her throat. I pushed her against the wall and pinned her there. My fingers tightened. Tradition had been satisfied. She admitted fault.
“Angela, you have admitted to failing the Invisible Collar. Do you accept your punishment?”
She tried to say something but my fingers were really tight. Close enough.
I reached behind me and pulled the knife from the hidden sheath in my pants. The sheath made it really uncomfortable to sit but it was it worth it for the surprised look on people’s eyes. Kind of like how Angela’s eyes looked now.
Her coat could have been unzipped but she was dumb enough to put it on in the first place. I place the knife edge on her collar and started to cut through the thick fabric.
Angela didn’t move a muscle.
I cut her coat open and placed the knife at the top of her shirt collar. The blade pressed gently against her neck. Angela’s eyes widened even more.
I pulled the blade down. The flimsy shirt parted easily. Once I got halfway, I yanked the knife down in a violent slash. The rest of her shirt flew apart.
Angela tried to scream but my fingers were so tight. I gave her a second to calm down and then my grip loosened.
“Oh shit,” she whispered.
“Shit indeed,” I said. I looked down at her pink bra. Fuck, her tits were big. I read once that women were getting bigger breasts sooner and sooner because of growth hormones in meat. Some of my friends claim that the Invisible Collar was responsible for that. If that was the case, praise the Invisible Collar for Angela’s lovely pale tits.
I place my knife at the middle of the bra. Angela whimpered.
“Not the bra!” she begged. “It’s a good bra!”
I shook my head. “You shouldn’t have failed then.”
I began to saw at the bra with my knife. Bras are fucking tough, man. You got to be careful. I sawed into the bra with meticulous care.
Angela was on the verge of tears. She knew I wouldn’t cut her. She just really liked that bra.
The knife cut through the bra and the cups spilled open. I pressed the flat of my knife against pale breasts with pink nipples. The bruise of a hickey was still healing from the orgy.
“What happens now?” Angela asked. Her hips unconsciously wiggled. Hmm, knowing her it might not be unconscious at all.
For an answer I released her throat and grabbed her hair. She squealed as I dragged her to her bed. I sat her down on the bed and released her hair. Angela tried to lay back and I had to grab her hair again. She squealed a second time as I dragged her back to a sitting position.
“Are you okay?” Jen yelled from the other side of the door.
I looked down at Angela.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Angela said.
“All right,” Jen said. She didn’t sound convinced. That wasn’t my problem.
I reached down and pulled her cut clothes off her body. Angela was very helpful in that regard. Within seconds she was topless.
Angela looked up at me with a smile on her lips. She was so damn pretty and she knew it. The pretty ones were always the worse. They thought they could be forgiven anything just because people wanted to fuck them. They were slow to learn that the Invisible Collar never forgives.
I sheathed my knife and recited the next step.
“Put your hands on top of your head,” I said. “If you move them, you will be expelled from the Invisible Collar. Your sex will be cast into the wilderness of the vanilla and dull. You will no longer be taught the secrets of pleasure and you will never hear the true stories of your libido. Do you understand the consequences?”
“Yeah, I need to keep my hands on my head,” Angela said.
“That could be worded better, but I will accept it,” I said.
She looked like she was about to say something so I put a stop to that right there. My hand came down fast and hard on her right breast.
SMACK! The sound filled her tiny bedroom.
Her jaw dropped. She half rose from her seated position. To her credit, not a single sound escaped her lips.
SMACK! I struck her other breast with the flat of my hand.
A tiny whimper leaked from her mouth.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I struck each breast in turn.
“Angela! Are you okay?” Jen yelled from behind the door.
I looked at Angela. “I’m fine!” she said with clenched teeth.
“Are you sure!” Jen asked. This is why I don’t have a roommate.
“Yes!” Angela yelled back louder.
SMACK! I hit her breast much harder than I had before.
Angela shot me a glare. I waited a second.
“Okay,” Jen said from behind the door.
“Can you do it quieter?” Angela asked me.
“Nope,” I said.
SMACK!
Angela clenched her eyes shut. Her breasts were glowing red from my slaps. She bit her bottom lip but it wasn’t enough.
“Could I have a gag please, sir?” Angela asked.
I stopped in mid slap. I was laughing. “Oh, it’s ‘sir’, now?”
“Please, sir?” Angela asked. She used her devastating pout again. In a moment of pity, I almost said yes. Tradition didn’t suggest a gag but it didn’t forbid it either. It was my choice and she was so damn pretty.
“No,” I said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I punished her tits as hard as I could. I slapped them for her disobedience but I also slapped them for my weakness. I had almost given in to mercy. That was unthinkable for someone with my duties. I was the hand that punished. Others were tasked with forgiveness.
Angela took it. She kept her hands on her head as I delivered slap after slap to her reddening breasts. Her lips were tightly sealed to allow only whimpers and groans. Sometimes she bent over from the pain but a quick yank of her hair straightened her out.
I paused in my slapping. A grabbed a handful of her tender breast and squeezed. She almost screamed, almost.
“Do you swear to never fail the Invisible Collar again?” I asked.
She nodded.
I squeezed her breast harder. “Answer out loud,” I said.
“I promise!” Angela said. “I’ll be good, I swear!”
“Tell me how you will perform better,” I said.
“I will suck anyone’s cock that they tell me too!” Angela said.
There was a noise outside the door. It sounded like a gasp. Angela and I looked at each other. We knew. Jen was standing outside the door, listening.
A pink bloom of shame spread across Angela’s face. Her hands almost moved from her head. She looked at me, expecting me to help conceal her secret.
I pinched her nipple. This time she did scream. “What else will you do?” I asked.
“I will let anyone touch me,” Angela said, almost a whisper.
“Louder,” I said. My fingernails bit into her nipple.
“I will let anyone touch me!” she almost screamed. “I’ll also do what I am told and not give any back talk! I will also let them put whatever toy they want into me! I will be grateful for everything that ask of me and make me do!”
I released her nipple. That was better.
“You have earned your punishment,” I said. I unzipped my pants and took my cock out.
A glaze of lust came over Angela’s eyes. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She dived for my cock but my hand yanked her hair.
“Stay,” I said. “Get your tongue wet and stick your tongue out.”
Angela grinned. Her breasts were bright red from my relentless slapping but this was sex. She wanted to play.
She stuck her spit covered tongue out. I wiped my fingers against her tongue and covered my cock with her spit.
I stroked my cock. Angela whimpered and licked her lips. She watched as I jacked my cock. Outside the door, I am sure Jen was listening.
It didn’t take me long. I climaxed and seed shot from my cock. I aimed for her breasts.
My hot seed landed on her sensitive breasts. Angela hissed but she didn’t move her hands. I added my white come to the red hand prints. I emptied everything I had.
“You have served your punishment,” I said. “Do not make me return here again.”
She nodded. I think she learned her lesson.
I hoped that she hadn’t.
I opened the message and text spills across my screen. The familiar words I know by heart appear. Technology has advanced but the traditions have not.
“The Invisible Collar guides, the Invisible Collar commands. Do you swear to act as the Invisible Collar’s proxy? Do you swear to make the demands of the Invisible Collar into reality? Do you swear . . .”
And so on and so on. My finger makes the screen scroll past endless oaths of service, vows of secrecy and quite a few threatening consequences. The end finally appears and I click the ‘Accept’ link.
A pretty blonde face appears. Her name was Angela. Fuck, they get younger every year. She couldn’t be more than twenty. Was that even legal?
Her infractions were next. There must have been an orgy this weekend. She did not perform as expected. Well, if you can’t take the double penetration, stay the fuck off the bondage swing as I’ve always said.
Her punishments were next. My mouth watered and my cock throbbed as I read them.
Last were an address and a time. It was soon. She would be there.
First I called my boss and let him know I would be late to work. He didn’t mind. He knew I would make the hours up. Sometimes I wondered if he was a member of the Invisible Collar. He was either a great boss or he was in on it.
Next I took a shower and ate breakfast. I also did some stretching exercises because I am not as young as I used to be. It was also good for you. Everyone should stretch more.
After getting dressed, I began my drive over. Traffic was a bear but when wasn’t it? Angela lived downtown at an apartment building for college students. I wondered if she had a roommate.
She did have a roommate. An Asian girl answered the door. She looked at me skeptically. I was too old to live here and too well dressed to be maintenance.
“I am here to see Angela,” I said.
That confused her even more. “Angela, some guy is here to see you.”
Angela came out of the back. She was putting on a coat. “Thanks, Jen. I’ll be going out for awhile.”
“No, we’re not,” I said. “We’ll go to your bedroom.”
Angela’s eyes widened. “Wouldn’t you rather go out?” she said. Her tone implied that I cared about her privacy. It was almost cute.
I leaned closer to her. “The rules are clear. Either we go to your bedroom and conclude our business, or, you will never be contacted by the Invisible Collar again.”
Jen watched us with a baffled look on her face. She didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Good. I wouldn’t have to add breaking the vow of secrecy to Angela’s crimes.
Angela’s face turned into a pout. It was a good pout. I bet it was devastating against boys her own age. All it did to me was make me want to slap her.
“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
God damn, the Invisible Collar is really dropping the ball on teaching new recruits. Oh well, it just meant more work for me.
Angela led me to the back of the apartment. Her bedroom was a mess. She closed the door behind us and locked it.
“Please, please, please, be really quiet,” Angela begged.
I ignored her. I crossed my arms and looked down at her with my sternest expression. Years of practice had given me a pretty good scowl.
“Angela, you have failed the Invisible Collar,” I said. You were given the honor of serving others and you failed. How do you plea?”
Angela looked at me and smiled. Her eyes glazed and she unconsciously stood up straighter. She was turned on. Submissives tended to do that when I did my stern voice.
“How do you plea?” I repeated.
“Okay, I was bad,” Angela said. “But the guy who wanted me to suck his dick looked like my grandfather. It freaked me out and then that one gross lady tried to grab my ass and that was-ACK!"
My hand was on her throat. I pushed her against the wall and pinned her there. My fingers tightened. Tradition had been satisfied. She admitted fault.
“Angela, you have admitted to failing the Invisible Collar. Do you accept your punishment?”
She tried to say something but my fingers were really tight. Close enough.
I reached behind me and pulled the knife from the hidden sheath in my pants. The sheath made it really uncomfortable to sit but it was it worth it for the surprised look on people’s eyes. Kind of like how Angela’s eyes looked now.
Her coat could have been unzipped but she was dumb enough to put it on in the first place. I place the knife edge on her collar and started to cut through the thick fabric.
Angela didn’t move a muscle.
I cut her coat open and placed the knife at the top of her shirt collar. The blade pressed gently against her neck. Angela’s eyes widened even more.
I pulled the blade down. The flimsy shirt parted easily. Once I got halfway, I yanked the knife down in a violent slash. The rest of her shirt flew apart.
Angela tried to scream but my fingers were so tight. I gave her a second to calm down and then my grip loosened.
“Oh shit,” she whispered.
“Shit indeed,” I said. I looked down at her pink bra. Fuck, her tits were big. I read once that women were getting bigger breasts sooner and sooner because of growth hormones in meat. Some of my friends claim that the Invisible Collar was responsible for that. If that was the case, praise the Invisible Collar for Angela’s lovely pale tits.
I place my knife at the middle of the bra. Angela whimpered.
“Not the bra!” she begged. “It’s a good bra!”
I shook my head. “You shouldn’t have failed then.”
I began to saw at the bra with my knife. Bras are fucking tough, man. You got to be careful. I sawed into the bra with meticulous care.
Angela was on the verge of tears. She knew I wouldn’t cut her. She just really liked that bra.
The knife cut through the bra and the cups spilled open. I pressed the flat of my knife against pale breasts with pink nipples. The bruise of a hickey was still healing from the orgy.
“What happens now?” Angela asked. Her hips unconsciously wiggled. Hmm, knowing her it might not be unconscious at all.
For an answer I released her throat and grabbed her hair. She squealed as I dragged her to her bed. I sat her down on the bed and released her hair. Angela tried to lay back and I had to grab her hair again. She squealed a second time as I dragged her back to a sitting position.
“Are you okay?” Jen yelled from the other side of the door.
I looked down at Angela.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Angela said.
“All right,” Jen said. She didn’t sound convinced. That wasn’t my problem.
I reached down and pulled her cut clothes off her body. Angela was very helpful in that regard. Within seconds she was topless.
Angela looked up at me with a smile on her lips. She was so damn pretty and she knew it. The pretty ones were always the worse. They thought they could be forgiven anything just because people wanted to fuck them. They were slow to learn that the Invisible Collar never forgives.
I sheathed my knife and recited the next step.
“Put your hands on top of your head,” I said. “If you move them, you will be expelled from the Invisible Collar. Your sex will be cast into the wilderness of the vanilla and dull. You will no longer be taught the secrets of pleasure and you will never hear the true stories of your libido. Do you understand the consequences?”
“Yeah, I need to keep my hands on my head,” Angela said.
“That could be worded better, but I will accept it,” I said.
She looked like she was about to say something so I put a stop to that right there. My hand came down fast and hard on her right breast.
SMACK! The sound filled her tiny bedroom.
Her jaw dropped. She half rose from her seated position. To her credit, not a single sound escaped her lips.
SMACK! I struck her other breast with the flat of my hand.
A tiny whimper leaked from her mouth.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I struck each breast in turn.
“Angela! Are you okay?” Jen yelled from behind the door.
I looked at Angela. “I’m fine!” she said with clenched teeth.
“Are you sure!” Jen asked. This is why I don’t have a roommate.
“Yes!” Angela yelled back louder.
SMACK! I hit her breast much harder than I had before.
Angela shot me a glare. I waited a second.
“Okay,” Jen said from behind the door.
“Can you do it quieter?” Angela asked me.
“Nope,” I said.
SMACK!
Angela clenched her eyes shut. Her breasts were glowing red from my slaps. She bit her bottom lip but it wasn’t enough.
“Could I have a gag please, sir?” Angela asked.
I stopped in mid slap. I was laughing. “Oh, it’s ‘sir’, now?”
“Please, sir?” Angela asked. She used her devastating pout again. In a moment of pity, I almost said yes. Tradition didn’t suggest a gag but it didn’t forbid it either. It was my choice and she was so damn pretty.
“No,” I said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I punished her tits as hard as I could. I slapped them for her disobedience but I also slapped them for my weakness. I had almost given in to mercy. That was unthinkable for someone with my duties. I was the hand that punished. Others were tasked with forgiveness.
Angela took it. She kept her hands on her head as I delivered slap after slap to her reddening breasts. Her lips were tightly sealed to allow only whimpers and groans. Sometimes she bent over from the pain but a quick yank of her hair straightened her out.
I paused in my slapping. A grabbed a handful of her tender breast and squeezed. She almost screamed, almost.
“Do you swear to never fail the Invisible Collar again?” I asked.
She nodded.
I squeezed her breast harder. “Answer out loud,” I said.
“I promise!” Angela said. “I’ll be good, I swear!”
“Tell me how you will perform better,” I said.
“I will suck anyone’s cock that they tell me too!” Angela said.
There was a noise outside the door. It sounded like a gasp. Angela and I looked at each other. We knew. Jen was standing outside the door, listening.
A pink bloom of shame spread across Angela’s face. Her hands almost moved from her head. She looked at me, expecting me to help conceal her secret.
I pinched her nipple. This time she did scream. “What else will you do?” I asked.
“I will let anyone touch me,” Angela said, almost a whisper.
“Louder,” I said. My fingernails bit into her nipple.
“I will let anyone touch me!” she almost screamed. “I’ll also do what I am told and not give any back talk! I will also let them put whatever toy they want into me! I will be grateful for everything that ask of me and make me do!”
I released her nipple. That was better.
“You have earned your punishment,” I said. I unzipped my pants and took my cock out.
A glaze of lust came over Angela’s eyes. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She dived for my cock but my hand yanked her hair.
“Stay,” I said. “Get your tongue wet and stick your tongue out.”
Angela grinned. Her breasts were bright red from my relentless slapping but this was sex. She wanted to play.
She stuck her spit covered tongue out. I wiped my fingers against her tongue and covered my cock with her spit.
I stroked my cock. Angela whimpered and licked her lips. She watched as I jacked my cock. Outside the door, I am sure Jen was listening.
It didn’t take me long. I climaxed and seed shot from my cock. I aimed for her breasts.
My hot seed landed on her sensitive breasts. Angela hissed but she didn’t move her hands. I added my white come to the red hand prints. I emptied everything I had.
“You have served your punishment,” I said. “Do not make me return here again.”
She nodded. I think she learned her lesson.
I hoped that she hadn’t.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Fiction: Library of Guides
There is a place you need to go to. It is located down the street behind the closed peep show, across the way from the lingerie store and behind the topless bar. Go down the alley but ignore the first door because that leads to the dungeon but you can go there later if you are into that sort of thing. It is the second door you want because that leads to the Library of Guides.
This is no ordinary library. You will realize that as soon as you see the shelves that stretch upwards into infinity. Don’t try to climb the ladders to the top because you will freeze to death or maybe die from the lack of oxygen. More than likely you will be killed by the fallen mummified remains of another person who climbed the stairs earlier and his bones have given out and are now falling on you. So, yes don’t do that.
For Dewey’s sake, don’t ask for the latest vampire love story or millionaire psychologically disturbed dominant. This isn’t that kind of a library.
This library has only one focus, and that is the secret sexual triggers, desires and weaknesses of every person, dead or alive. Your spouse has a book. You have a book. Everyone has a single book there. The book describes what that person really wants in bed and better yet, how to get them to do the things you want as well. Each book is a key that once read, will allow you to unlock their libido as easily as opening your closet door. Except of course, you will be opening their closet and understanding every curve of the skeletons within.
But first you have to go to the librarian but that should be no trouble at all. She’ll find you. You’ll recognize her from red rimmed glasses that red because they are made from a single ruby. You’ll know her by her amazing dark brown cleavage that will nearly explode from her tight wet button down shirt. You’ll know her by the way books close and put themselves back in the shelves when she walks by. You’ll know her by the grace of how she walks for she has been walking since man first wrote a word down and she has had a lot of practice. You’ll know.
The Librarian will ask you what book you want and that is the kicker. See, you can only borrow one book in your lifetime. You will borrow it for a second as the knowledge will fill your mind and you will achieve perfect sexual understanding of the person you have read about. You will return the book and the Librarian will send you on your way.
The question though is which book should you ask for?
Shall you ask for the book on your spouse? You will understand every desire they have, both known and unknown. You will know exactly what it takes to make them happy. You will be a Deity of Sex in their eyes. You will become everything they ever wanted in a lover.
Or will you ask for the book of a crush? You will be gifted with the intimate knowledge needed to sweep them from their feet. You will know their libido better than they know themselves. You will be perfect stranger who sweeps in and gives them the fuck of their lives.
Perhaps you want the book of an enemy. You want to know what makes them happy so that you can become their greatest desire. They will be helpless as you pluck away at the strings of their lust; making them dance to your song of revenge. No one will ever know them as well as your worse enemy.
Maybe you are the rare kind that asks for your own book. The Librarian will smile at you and you will never know if it was a smile of approval or restrained glee at your foolishness. You will discover yourself. You will know why you like that kind of haircut. You will learn secrets that are perhaps better kept from your mind. You will roll the dice and the knowledge will either destroy you or open your heart to pleasures unimagined.
So, which book will you choose?
This is no ordinary library. You will realize that as soon as you see the shelves that stretch upwards into infinity. Don’t try to climb the ladders to the top because you will freeze to death or maybe die from the lack of oxygen. More than likely you will be killed by the fallen mummified remains of another person who climbed the stairs earlier and his bones have given out and are now falling on you. So, yes don’t do that.
For Dewey’s sake, don’t ask for the latest vampire love story or millionaire psychologically disturbed dominant. This isn’t that kind of a library.
This library has only one focus, and that is the secret sexual triggers, desires and weaknesses of every person, dead or alive. Your spouse has a book. You have a book. Everyone has a single book there. The book describes what that person really wants in bed and better yet, how to get them to do the things you want as well. Each book is a key that once read, will allow you to unlock their libido as easily as opening your closet door. Except of course, you will be opening their closet and understanding every curve of the skeletons within.
But first you have to go to the librarian but that should be no trouble at all. She’ll find you. You’ll recognize her from red rimmed glasses that red because they are made from a single ruby. You’ll know her by her amazing dark brown cleavage that will nearly explode from her tight wet button down shirt. You’ll know her by the way books close and put themselves back in the shelves when she walks by. You’ll know her by the grace of how she walks for she has been walking since man first wrote a word down and she has had a lot of practice. You’ll know.
The Librarian will ask you what book you want and that is the kicker. See, you can only borrow one book in your lifetime. You will borrow it for a second as the knowledge will fill your mind and you will achieve perfect sexual understanding of the person you have read about. You will return the book and the Librarian will send you on your way.
The question though is which book should you ask for?
Shall you ask for the book on your spouse? You will understand every desire they have, both known and unknown. You will know exactly what it takes to make them happy. You will be a Deity of Sex in their eyes. You will become everything they ever wanted in a lover.
Or will you ask for the book of a crush? You will be gifted with the intimate knowledge needed to sweep them from their feet. You will know their libido better than they know themselves. You will be perfect stranger who sweeps in and gives them the fuck of their lives.
Perhaps you want the book of an enemy. You want to know what makes them happy so that you can become their greatest desire. They will be helpless as you pluck away at the strings of their lust; making them dance to your song of revenge. No one will ever know them as well as your worse enemy.
Maybe you are the rare kind that asks for your own book. The Librarian will smile at you and you will never know if it was a smile of approval or restrained glee at your foolishness. You will discover yourself. You will know why you like that kind of haircut. You will learn secrets that are perhaps better kept from your mind. You will roll the dice and the knowledge will either destroy you or open your heart to pleasures unimagined.
So, which book will you choose?
Friday, January 25, 2013
Father of Invention
Fortunately for me, Professor Elemental has a new album out. "Father of Invention" has done the impossible and that is be better than his first album, "The Indifference Engine". This album covers the usual weirdness like making a robot bride, creating ice cream from animals and apologizing for being British. He also sings the greatest song ever about owning a horse, a cautionary tale about going into the attic where all the old inventions are stored and an insightful essay about comedy, rapping and music. Best of all, he has a wonderful rap battle with long time nemesis, Mr. B that is a tribute to both of their skills.
I listen to a lot of silly music. Often the ambition of the musicians outshines the talent of the musician. Clever jokes are nestled in so-so music. Some musicians try to excuse poor workmanship by saying their music shouldn't taken seriously in the first place. That isn't the case with Professor Elemental. The music is top notch. The lyrics tell a story that fit with the beats. He applies the same level of craft as top billboard names. Heck, I would be willing to argue that he applies more craft because he loves what he does.
The Professor also has a one-shot comic book that is a delight and if that isn't enough, he now has a youtube series about his adventures. He is becoming the total package of entertainment.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Fiction:Strange Touch
I dreamed I was at work. Deadlines were looming and computers wouldn’t work. Everything was going to hell but for some reason, my coworker, Belinda, was grabbing my crotch. It felt good but I was worried about the mid-month report. It was a dilemma.
My eyes opened to the familiar darkness of my bedroom. My cat was pressed against the front of my legs. My pillow smelled like conditioner because laundry was today.
My cock was still being stroked. I smiled. My wife must have woken up and been in the mood. I could feel her arm reaching around my waist and touching my cock. Knowing fingers were under my sheets and pressing against my boxers. My cock throbbed against the flimsy material. The fingers closed around my cock, pulling and tugging as much as my boxers would allow.
I debated how long I should pretend to be asleep. Would she jerk me off? Would she roll me over and suck me? Or maybe she would mount me? I was curious how far this would go but also horny enough to just skip straight to the fucking.
That was when I realized I was facing inwards on my bed and my wife’s back was facing me.
I stiffened with fear. My cock kept throbbing.
Who the fuck was stroking my cock? I didn’t move. If I jumped, screamed or freaked out, the fingers of a stranger would still be touching my junk. A stroke could turn into a pull and rip in seconds.
The hand reached into my boxers and pulled my cock out. Oh fuck. How long had it been since someone other than my wife had touched my cock? It felt good. A warm palm rubbed the head of my cock. Fingernails danced through my pubic hair. A firm grip held the length of my cock just right.
I couldn’t help groaning.
My wife started to snore.
Who was holding my cock? Did some stranger sneak into our house? Did they sneak into our bedroom just to give me a handjob? Oh god, I hoped it was a woman.
I felt a body press into my back. I felt hard nipples press against my bare back. I felt the heat of a cunt against my ass. A shapely leg moved through the covers and over my leg.
Oh yes, that was definitely a woman.
The hand stroked faster. It was a dry stroke but I was horny enough to not care. Fuck, it felt good.
I did wonder who the hell it was. Did I have any friends who were psycho enough to do this? I didn’t think so.
The hand started to twist with every stroke.
Did I have a stalker? Was it some crazy woman who I didn’t even know? That didn’t seem right. Crazy people go after the really handsome guys, right?
The hand pulled my cock straight out from my body. It stroked harder, daring me to make a mess in my sheets.
Wait, was this a ghost thing? Was I being haunted? The tits in my back felt warm. Ghosts were cold, weren’t they?
The hand stroked faster. My ass clenched. My back arched and pressed back against the unknown tits behind me. Questions fled my mind. I didn’t care anymore. It felt too good.
I climaxed. My cock emptied a mess into the sheets. I bit my pillow to keep from crying out. The hand milked every drop from my cock until finally releasing me.
My wife kept snoring. My cock and the sheets were a sticky wet mess. The hand moved away and the tits were gone from my back. I was sated and thinking a little clearer, but I was also sated and too blessed to move.
Something hot whispered in my ear.
“Don’t tell.”
So I didn’t.
My eyes opened to the familiar darkness of my bedroom. My cat was pressed against the front of my legs. My pillow smelled like conditioner because laundry was today.
My cock was still being stroked. I smiled. My wife must have woken up and been in the mood. I could feel her arm reaching around my waist and touching my cock. Knowing fingers were under my sheets and pressing against my boxers. My cock throbbed against the flimsy material. The fingers closed around my cock, pulling and tugging as much as my boxers would allow.
I debated how long I should pretend to be asleep. Would she jerk me off? Would she roll me over and suck me? Or maybe she would mount me? I was curious how far this would go but also horny enough to just skip straight to the fucking.
That was when I realized I was facing inwards on my bed and my wife’s back was facing me.
I stiffened with fear. My cock kept throbbing.
Who the fuck was stroking my cock? I didn’t move. If I jumped, screamed or freaked out, the fingers of a stranger would still be touching my junk. A stroke could turn into a pull and rip in seconds.
The hand reached into my boxers and pulled my cock out. Oh fuck. How long had it been since someone other than my wife had touched my cock? It felt good. A warm palm rubbed the head of my cock. Fingernails danced through my pubic hair. A firm grip held the length of my cock just right.
I couldn’t help groaning.
My wife started to snore.
Who was holding my cock? Did some stranger sneak into our house? Did they sneak into our bedroom just to give me a handjob? Oh god, I hoped it was a woman.
I felt a body press into my back. I felt hard nipples press against my bare back. I felt the heat of a cunt against my ass. A shapely leg moved through the covers and over my leg.
Oh yes, that was definitely a woman.
The hand stroked faster. It was a dry stroke but I was horny enough to not care. Fuck, it felt good.
I did wonder who the hell it was. Did I have any friends who were psycho enough to do this? I didn’t think so.
The hand started to twist with every stroke.
Did I have a stalker? Was it some crazy woman who I didn’t even know? That didn’t seem right. Crazy people go after the really handsome guys, right?
The hand pulled my cock straight out from my body. It stroked harder, daring me to make a mess in my sheets.
Wait, was this a ghost thing? Was I being haunted? The tits in my back felt warm. Ghosts were cold, weren’t they?
The hand stroked faster. My ass clenched. My back arched and pressed back against the unknown tits behind me. Questions fled my mind. I didn’t care anymore. It felt too good.
I climaxed. My cock emptied a mess into the sheets. I bit my pillow to keep from crying out. The hand milked every drop from my cock until finally releasing me.
My wife kept snoring. My cock and the sheets were a sticky wet mess. The hand moved away and the tits were gone from my back. I was sated and thinking a little clearer, but I was also sated and too blessed to move.
Something hot whispered in my ear.
“Don’t tell.”
So I didn’t.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Fiction: Space Maids
Explorer’s Log: I am on day seven of my ten day voyage to the star system designated “Ecstasy of the Queen’s Kiss” by Royal Astronomers. I have finished compiling the geological data of the last system I visited and can now begin working on the solar wind map for this area. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: Let me tell you how bored I get during travel between star systems. I am so bored, that I am actually happy to be mapping solar winds. That is how fucking bored I am.
Vaquel Di sat in the navigation chair as she worked on the solar map. The chair in the Deskwork Pod was far more comfortable and the work screen there was three times as big as the one in the Navigation Pod, but there was zero view. At least here in the Navigation Pod, Vaquel could look out the main screen and see the stars. It made her feel slightly less alone.
Only slightly though. The stars made for poor company. They didn’t appreciate that Vaquel was sitting in her chair topless. The stars couldn’t compliment her on her lovely full brown breasts. The stars couldn’t comment on the short pink hair that framed her face. The stars didn’t notice that she was wearing a green shiny thong that barely held in her thick bush of pink pubic hair. The stars couldn’t flirt.
But the stars could distract Vaquel. She would type in a few solar calculations and then look out the window as the numbers were plotted. The pinpoints of light would inspire her to wonder what was out there. Maybe handsome alien men with cocks as thick as her fist? Perhaps splendid pleasure worlds dedicated to serving the first alien to come by? Or maybe other horny space travelers like herself, eager to exchange information at the biological level?
“Beep!” the computer was done with plotting the math. It was time to punch in some more numbers.
Vaquel looked down and then quickly back up. She thought she saw something out the window.
There. Something purple was out there in space. A tiny little light, it could be anything from a distant star to a nearby bit of space refuse.
Wait, it moved. It was now on the left side of the screen. Vaquel frowned. The Probe Ship was travelling at FTL speeds. For something to move that quickly, they had to have superior technology.
Another light appeared. It was purple too. It was beside the first light.
Vaquel checked the scanners. They detected nothing.
She looked back up and jumped out of her seat. There were people ON the navigation window.
They were women. They were purple and glowing but they were undeniably women. Their pert breasts floated in the zero gravity of space. Smooth thighs tapered down bare legs. Dark purple hair floated around smiling feminine faces. Bright purple eyes that should be frozen shut in the cold vacuum of space looked down on her.
“I’m hallucinating,” Vaquel said. That was the only explanation. She sat back down n the chair. Despite the purple coloring of the women, their bodies were perfectly normal. There were like women out of a late night wet dream.
The purple woman on the right taped on the glass. The purple woman on the left motioned with her hand for Vaquel to come out. They wanted her to join them.
It was impossible. The deep space probe was still in FTL mode. If Vaquel stepped out there, she would be ripped apart by cosmic forces she barely understood in explorer class. Technically, these women should be torn apart but they weren’t. Vaquel didn’t understand that either.
The women smiled at Vaquel. The one on the left pointed at Vaquel’s breasts and then grabbed her own breast. Vaquel could tell by the motion of the alien’s hands that the alien admired how much bigger Vaquel was.
It made Vaquel feel warm inside.
The alien woman on the right pointed at Vaquel’s hair and sighed. She touched her own hair and Vaquel could see that the alien wished she had Vaquel’s hair.
It made Vaquel feel pretty.
The alien pressed themselves flat against the navigation window. Their pert breasts were crushed against the screen. Dark purple nipples rubbed back and forth.
Vaquel reached out. Her hand stopped at the glass but she placed her hand over one of their smashed breasts. The alien woman giggled soundlessly on the other side. The other purple woman pouted until Vaquel put up her hand to faux touch the other alien’s breast.
Vaquel had forgotten how good jealousy felt.
The alien women licked their lips and then turned to kiss each other. Vaquel watched as the two women took their time exploring each other’s mouths. They kissed for an eternity outside in space.
Vaquel debated slowing down. Maybe if she dropped out of FTL speeds, she could suit up and be outside with the women. Or better yet, maybe she could invite them in?
She dismissed the idea. This shouldn’t even be possible. The alien women should be comic dust splattered across her navigation window. Vaquel didn’t understand anything about them. If she stopped the ship, the women might disappear altogether.
The two alien women broke their kiss and looked down at Vaquel. Both of them sat up right, their purple asses pressed against the window. They spread their legs to reveal the intimate space of their sexes.
Vaquel looked closer. The alien women had sexes just like Vaquel’s, except for Vaquel’s pubic hair. They had tender lips and yes, one of them just spread herself open to show that the inside was similar as well.
Vaquel moaned. It had been a long time since she tasted a woman. She wanted to crawl between those purple thighs to lick, lick, lick and lick until her tongue went numb.
The alien woman on the left pointed at Vaquel and than at her sex. She wanted to see what Vaquel had.
Heat rose to Vaquel’s cheeks. She was blushing. She stood up out of her chair and hooked her fingers around the waistband of her green thong. She slid her thong down over her thick thighs. She kicked the thong off and ran her fingers through the thick bush of her pubic hair.
The alien women giggled. Their eyes grew wider and the smiled. The one on the left stuck out her tongue and licked the air. The other one blew Vaquel’s sex a kiss.
Vaquel shuddered from the attention.
The alien on the left reached for the sex of the one on the right. The other alien returned the favor. Both aliens stroked the sexes of the other.
Both aliens pointed at Vaquel’s sex. They begged Vaquel with their eyes.
Vaquel sat back down in the navigation chair. She spread her brown thighs and gave the purple women a good view. She used both hands to stroke her sex.
The purple women moaned silently on the other side of the window. They stroked each other faster. Their purple hands rubbed furiously at bare purple sexes.
Vaquel stroked herself faster too. She didn’t understand what they were but she didn’t care. They were beautiful. Vaquel couldn’t be with them but she could share this moment with them. It would have to be enough.
The purple women kissed each other. They stroked each other while their mouths merged. Vaquel watched as their kissing became more passionate. She moaned as their hands moved to grope breasts, asses and thighs.
One of the purple women moved her mouth down to the sex of the other. Vaquel cried out with anticipation as the woman licked at the purple sex. The woman being licked cried out as well but if she made any sound then Vaquel couldn’t hear it from this side of the glass. The woman being licked opened her eyes and looked at Vaquel. They smiled at each other.
Vaquel moaned. She hooked both of her legs over the arms of the chair to spread herself as wide as possible. One hand went to her clitoris while the other hand went deep into her sex. She fucked and stroked herself under the purple woman’s watchful eyes.
The purple women traded places. The one who was being licked was now between the other’s thighs. The woman being licked rolled over onto her side, trapping her lover’s face between her thighs. One purple breast was smashed against the navigation screen as she looked down at Vaquel. Her eyes were half closed with bliss but she kept watching the brown space explorer.
Vaquel stroked. The purple woman humped the face of the other woman. Vaquel looked into the purple eyes of the woman and she felt a shiver run down her body. The purple woman wanted her as badly as Vaquel wanted her. Vaquel stroked faster as the purple woman rode the face of her friend.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her climax was all consuming. Her ass lifted off the chair as her knees clenched the chair arms. She rubbed her clitoris in a blur as she rode out the spasm.
The purple woman climaxed too. Light spilled from her mouth as her fingers scratched against the navigation window. Her thighs were tight around the head of her lover as she laid her head against the window.
On shaky legs, Vaquel stood up. She kissed the window where the purple woman’s mouth was.
Vaquel felt a warm tingle on her lips.
The purple woman released the woman between her legs. The other woman pressed her mouth against the window. Vaquel kissed her as well.
Another tingle went through her lips.
The purple women waved at Vaquel. She waved back at them.
Giant wings of purple energy appeared on their back. The wings fluttered once, twice and then both women were gone. There were twin pinpoints of light off in the distance and then even that was gone.
Vaquel sat back in her chair. Space didn’t seem so empty anymore.
Explorer’s Personal Log: Let me tell you how bored I get during travel between star systems. I am so bored, that I am actually happy to be mapping solar winds. That is how fucking bored I am.
Vaquel Di sat in the navigation chair as she worked on the solar map. The chair in the Deskwork Pod was far more comfortable and the work screen there was three times as big as the one in the Navigation Pod, but there was zero view. At least here in the Navigation Pod, Vaquel could look out the main screen and see the stars. It made her feel slightly less alone.
Only slightly though. The stars made for poor company. They didn’t appreciate that Vaquel was sitting in her chair topless. The stars couldn’t compliment her on her lovely full brown breasts. The stars couldn’t comment on the short pink hair that framed her face. The stars didn’t notice that she was wearing a green shiny thong that barely held in her thick bush of pink pubic hair. The stars couldn’t flirt.
But the stars could distract Vaquel. She would type in a few solar calculations and then look out the window as the numbers were plotted. The pinpoints of light would inspire her to wonder what was out there. Maybe handsome alien men with cocks as thick as her fist? Perhaps splendid pleasure worlds dedicated to serving the first alien to come by? Or maybe other horny space travelers like herself, eager to exchange information at the biological level?
“Beep!” the computer was done with plotting the math. It was time to punch in some more numbers.
Vaquel looked down and then quickly back up. She thought she saw something out the window.
There. Something purple was out there in space. A tiny little light, it could be anything from a distant star to a nearby bit of space refuse.
Wait, it moved. It was now on the left side of the screen. Vaquel frowned. The Probe Ship was travelling at FTL speeds. For something to move that quickly, they had to have superior technology.
Another light appeared. It was purple too. It was beside the first light.
Vaquel checked the scanners. They detected nothing.
She looked back up and jumped out of her seat. There were people ON the navigation window.
They were women. They were purple and glowing but they were undeniably women. Their pert breasts floated in the zero gravity of space. Smooth thighs tapered down bare legs. Dark purple hair floated around smiling feminine faces. Bright purple eyes that should be frozen shut in the cold vacuum of space looked down on her.
“I’m hallucinating,” Vaquel said. That was the only explanation. She sat back down n the chair. Despite the purple coloring of the women, their bodies were perfectly normal. There were like women out of a late night wet dream.
The purple woman on the right taped on the glass. The purple woman on the left motioned with her hand for Vaquel to come out. They wanted her to join them.
It was impossible. The deep space probe was still in FTL mode. If Vaquel stepped out there, she would be ripped apart by cosmic forces she barely understood in explorer class. Technically, these women should be torn apart but they weren’t. Vaquel didn’t understand that either.
The women smiled at Vaquel. The one on the left pointed at Vaquel’s breasts and then grabbed her own breast. Vaquel could tell by the motion of the alien’s hands that the alien admired how much bigger Vaquel was.
It made Vaquel feel warm inside.
The alien woman on the right pointed at Vaquel’s hair and sighed. She touched her own hair and Vaquel could see that the alien wished she had Vaquel’s hair.
It made Vaquel feel pretty.
The alien pressed themselves flat against the navigation window. Their pert breasts were crushed against the screen. Dark purple nipples rubbed back and forth.
Vaquel reached out. Her hand stopped at the glass but she placed her hand over one of their smashed breasts. The alien woman giggled soundlessly on the other side. The other purple woman pouted until Vaquel put up her hand to faux touch the other alien’s breast.
Vaquel had forgotten how good jealousy felt.
The alien women licked their lips and then turned to kiss each other. Vaquel watched as the two women took their time exploring each other’s mouths. They kissed for an eternity outside in space.
Vaquel debated slowing down. Maybe if she dropped out of FTL speeds, she could suit up and be outside with the women. Or better yet, maybe she could invite them in?
She dismissed the idea. This shouldn’t even be possible. The alien women should be comic dust splattered across her navigation window. Vaquel didn’t understand anything about them. If she stopped the ship, the women might disappear altogether.
The two alien women broke their kiss and looked down at Vaquel. Both of them sat up right, their purple asses pressed against the window. They spread their legs to reveal the intimate space of their sexes.
Vaquel looked closer. The alien women had sexes just like Vaquel’s, except for Vaquel’s pubic hair. They had tender lips and yes, one of them just spread herself open to show that the inside was similar as well.
Vaquel moaned. It had been a long time since she tasted a woman. She wanted to crawl between those purple thighs to lick, lick, lick and lick until her tongue went numb.
The alien woman on the left pointed at Vaquel and than at her sex. She wanted to see what Vaquel had.
Heat rose to Vaquel’s cheeks. She was blushing. She stood up out of her chair and hooked her fingers around the waistband of her green thong. She slid her thong down over her thick thighs. She kicked the thong off and ran her fingers through the thick bush of her pubic hair.
The alien women giggled. Their eyes grew wider and the smiled. The one on the left stuck out her tongue and licked the air. The other one blew Vaquel’s sex a kiss.
Vaquel shuddered from the attention.
The alien on the left reached for the sex of the one on the right. The other alien returned the favor. Both aliens stroked the sexes of the other.
Both aliens pointed at Vaquel’s sex. They begged Vaquel with their eyes.
Vaquel sat back down in the navigation chair. She spread her brown thighs and gave the purple women a good view. She used both hands to stroke her sex.
The purple women moaned silently on the other side of the window. They stroked each other faster. Their purple hands rubbed furiously at bare purple sexes.
Vaquel stroked herself faster too. She didn’t understand what they were but she didn’t care. They were beautiful. Vaquel couldn’t be with them but she could share this moment with them. It would have to be enough.
The purple women kissed each other. They stroked each other while their mouths merged. Vaquel watched as their kissing became more passionate. She moaned as their hands moved to grope breasts, asses and thighs.
One of the purple women moved her mouth down to the sex of the other. Vaquel cried out with anticipation as the woman licked at the purple sex. The woman being licked cried out as well but if she made any sound then Vaquel couldn’t hear it from this side of the glass. The woman being licked opened her eyes and looked at Vaquel. They smiled at each other.
Vaquel moaned. She hooked both of her legs over the arms of the chair to spread herself as wide as possible. One hand went to her clitoris while the other hand went deep into her sex. She fucked and stroked herself under the purple woman’s watchful eyes.
The purple women traded places. The one who was being licked was now between the other’s thighs. The woman being licked rolled over onto her side, trapping her lover’s face between her thighs. One purple breast was smashed against the navigation screen as she looked down at Vaquel. Her eyes were half closed with bliss but she kept watching the brown space explorer.
Vaquel stroked. The purple woman humped the face of the other woman. Vaquel looked into the purple eyes of the woman and she felt a shiver run down her body. The purple woman wanted her as badly as Vaquel wanted her. Vaquel stroked faster as the purple woman rode the face of her friend.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her climax was all consuming. Her ass lifted off the chair as her knees clenched the chair arms. She rubbed her clitoris in a blur as she rode out the spasm.
The purple woman climaxed too. Light spilled from her mouth as her fingers scratched against the navigation window. Her thighs were tight around the head of her lover as she laid her head against the window.
On shaky legs, Vaquel stood up. She kissed the window where the purple woman’s mouth was.
Vaquel felt a warm tingle on her lips.
The purple woman released the woman between her legs. The other woman pressed her mouth against the window. Vaquel kissed her as well.
Another tingle went through her lips.
The purple women waved at Vaquel. She waved back at them.
Giant wings of purple energy appeared on their back. The wings fluttered once, twice and then both women were gone. There were twin pinpoints of light off in the distance and then even that was gone.
Vaquel sat back in her chair. Space didn’t seem so empty anymore.
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