Jul 012015
 

When you deal in magic your home becomes a temple. Magic flows and moves all around us constantly so it helps if the area you live in is not spiritually polluted. A wise magician takes care to make sure his area is cleansed regularly and to not bring in negative influences.

I had gotten really bad at that last part lately.

A knock at the door woke me up. I was in a deep sleep dreaming about dolphins sucking on my toes. It was a pleasant dream.

The knocking dragged me out of the bliss of sleep. I became aware of my body slowly. I thought the dolphins had followed me at first but it turned out that was just Karen. The redhead stock broker was sucking on my toes and had no desire to quit anytime soon.

A groan came from my right. Standing by my bed was a tall man with blonde hair. He watched Karen intensely while he jacked his very chaffed cock. It took me a moment to remember his name. It was Tom and he was also a stock broker.

The knocking returned. I sat up and sighed. The knocking wasn’t going away.

“Stop sucking my toes,” I said gently. Karen pouted. She had a serious oral fixation.

“Suck on Tom instead,” I said. Tom grunted and shook his head. “Oh yeah, right. Suck on your toes instead and let him watch.”

Karen and Tom groaned together. I rolled out of bed as Karen tried to get her toes in her mouth. She had a hard time but she was very persistent. I had no doubt she would get something into her mouth.

The knocking grew louder. I stumbled out of the bedroom naked. If someone was going to wake me up, they were getting all of me. I headed for the stairs but stopped at one of the guest rooms instead.

Inside was a bound black woman. She had a full sensory deprivation hood on. She was tied to a rope pentagram that suspended her two inches from the floor. Desire dripped from her sex to the floor.

I completely forgot her name but she looked fine. She too was also a stock broker.

The knocking became slow and angry. I made my way downstairs. I grabbed a water bottle from a step. I downed the remaining water. Last night had been dehydrating.

I finally opened the door. An Asian woman in a business suit stood on my porch. Gold glasses that might have been real gold sat on her nose. Shoulder length black hair framed a stern face. She held a briefcase that gave me a bad vibe.

Ha, they sent another one.

“Samuel Noon?” she asked. A single glance of her eyes took in my hard cock and flicked back to my eyes. She didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by my nudity.

“That is a name I answer to,” I said. “Come on in.”

“Mr. Noon, my name is Emily Hyata and I am here on behalf of the firm of Silverman and Tacks.”

“No shit,” I said. I was always more sarcastic before breakfast. I sat down on the chair and pointed to the couch.

Ms. Hyata sat down and ignored the purple dildo beside her. She flipped open the briefcase and took out a familiar looking piece of paper. She closed the case and held onto the paper.

“Mr. Noon, my firm is currently in the process of recruiting new talent,” Ms. Hyata said. “We are seeking to open a new branch on the west coast as well as several foreign markets. Although you have never formerly worked in a corporate environment, we have reason to believe your talents could be an asset to us.”

A shudder went through me. Just the thought of having a day job was disgusting.

“And what would I be doing?” I asked.

Ms. Hyata smiled. It almost looked genuine. She unclasped the button of her jacket and licked her lips. “We will bring you in for a full assessment of your abilities to properly place you but our reports had told us that you are good at summing spirits as well as performing divination.”

“I am quite good at divination,” I said. “I assume you would have me predicting stock markets and financial shit?”

“Certainly,” she said. Without noticing, she kicked off her shoes. “But other firms try to predict the markets but Silverman and Tacks have a more diversified approach. We question spirits about CEO’s, other banks and bribable congressmen and regulators. We try to predict the behavior of everyone who stands in the way of personal profit.”

It sounded like such a waste of magic but something caught my interest. “Tell me more of this personal profit. Is that like commissions?”

“Of course!” Ms. Hyata said. She slid off her jacket and draped it over the dildo. Her legs parted and stretched the material of her skirt.

“We offer a full package of incentives to all of our employees,” she said. “That includes health insurance, full blessings by our trained staff, commissions as well as 401K’s and the secret 623K that congress just passed that is only available to those in the financial industry.”

Ms. Hyata started to unbutton her blouse. I saw the peek of a red bra underneath her blue shirt. For some reason, I wasn’t interested in it. I was distracted by what she had said.

“Tell me more about 401K’s,” I said. “I don’t know what that is but I feel like I want it.”

Ms. Hyata got frustrated unbuttoning her shirt and simply pulled it apart. Buttons popped everywhere. She stood up and her briefcase fell to the floor. The paper she had taken out drifted to the coffee table. She ignored it as she took off her blouse.

“I feel strange,” she said.

I stood up and grabbed the paper. It had numbers on it. I didn’t understand them but they looked big and the percentages made my cock hard.

“Your colleagues never told me about ten percent salary growth,” I said. “I like that.”

Ms. Hyata frowned. “My colleagues? Have you heard from them? They called to say you declined our offer but we never heard back from them. They haven’t returned to work.”

“Oh yes,” I said. “Karen has been living out her fantasy as an oral slut for the past week. That woman will put anything in her mouth. Tom is a voyeur and has been operating as a sort of silent wingman with me as he watches me fuck people. The first one you guys sent, I forget her name, she loves bondage. I am planning to get her in touch with a rope woman I know.”

Ms. Hyata looked around my house as if noticing it for the first time. She unzipped her skirt and it dropped to the ground. Black stockings encased her slender legs. Bright blue panties hid her sex.

“If you have harmed them in any way,” Ms. Hyata began to threaten. Her threat would have been scarier if she hadn’t been rubbing her nipples.

“Of course not,” I said. “My home has been warded to remove connections from those who enter. People who walk through my door are cleansed of bonded thought. Deals made with spirits, contracts written in blood and personal hauntings are exorcised.”

Ms. Hyata looked horrified as she pulled down her panties. “Those connections take years to form! I personally have transacted with seventeen different principles of commerce for their guidance. You’re reducing their enhanced value to zero!”

I shrugged and stared at the employment offer. “I thought it was better than letting strangers bring their own demons into my house. Now I am not so sure. It says here that you will provide stock options. That’s good, right? I feel like it is a good thing.”

“Why am I so horny?” Ms. Hyata said. “I have sex with an intern twice a week. He was my Christmas bonus.”

She stood before me with a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. Her fingers were buried in her wet sex. My cock responded but it was a distraction. I really wanted to know about those stock options.

“Every use of magic reformats the mind,” I said. “You might have sex but your inner desire has been steadily replaced with financial greed. You’re dealing with a career’s worth of ignored sexual desire.”

Ms. Hyata finger fucked herself harder. “Eat my ass,” she said. She turned around and presented a firm fit ass for my devouring.

I could care less. “But really, what are stock options?” I asked. “I really want those.”

“I’ll tell you if you eat my ass,” she said.

Annoyance flashed through me but something else did as well. This was a transaction. She would provide information for ass eating. It was a small price for a good amount of gain. My cock got hard thinking about it.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. I buried my face in her ass. She smelled like expensive soaps and more expensive clothing.

“Yes!” Ms. Hyata moaned. She ground her ass into my face.

My tongue found her asshole. I flicked my tongue against her tiny hole. I tasted skin and something else that I didn’t think about.

“Tell me,” I said with my face in her ass.

“A stock option is a contract between two parties,” Ms. Hyata began.

I tightened my grip on her thighs. My tongue pushed against her tight little anus and sought to work my way inside her. I felt her ass quiver around my face.

“The stock option buyer, known as the holder, purchases the right, but not the obligation, to buy or sell shares of an underlying stock,” she said before her voice broke and she let out a loud groan.

I needed to know more. My hand slipped between her thighs and onto her sex. I pushed her hand out of the way and my fingers entered her sex. While my tongue kept licking, my fingers stroked the inside of her sex.

“Yes” Ms. Hyata cried. “The purchase is at a predetermined price from and to the option seller within a fixed period of time.”

It was gibberish to me but it made me feel so good. I wanted that. I wanted that and I wanted more of that. I wanted as much as there was to take at an advantageous price to myself.

The tip of my tongue wiggled inside the ring of her anus. My fingers fucked her sex with all of my new found enthusiasm for stock options.

Ms. Hyata shook in my grasp. Her ass clenched around my mouth as her pussy clenched around my fingers. She shook as I licked and finger fucked her.

“Shit! Who’s that?” she yelled.

I didn’t need to look up. “That’s Tom. He likes to watch.”

“Fuck me,” Ms. Hyata said. “I need a cock in me.”

A part of me wanted to do that but I shook my head after giving her anus a final lick. “What do I get?” I demanded.

“What do you want?” Ms. Hyata said.

I wanted it all. “What can you offer?” I said. My fingers fucked her wet sex harder.

“I can offer you your own team to manage,” Ms. Hyata said.

That confused me. I pulled my fingers out of her sex. “Does that give me more money?”

“Yes!” Ms. Hyata said. She stepped away and bent over my coffee table. Her legs parted and she lifted her ass to me.

“Fuck me now or the offer is off the table!” she said.

I sprang into action. Wealth was at stake! Once again I grabbed her hips but this time it was my cock that I slid into her. Her wet pussy took my cock and clenched tightly around it.

“Do I get a company car?” I asked. Her buttocks bounced from where my hips crashed into her.

“Two cars!” she cried. She reached under and stroked herself as I fucked her.

“Do I get quarterly bonuses?” I asked. My cock slammed relentlessly into her.

“Yes! Dependent on performance review!” she cried. The table shook from the force of our fucking.

“Ask for three weeks vacation time!” Tom yelled from the staircase. He was jacking his sore cock with both hands.

I grabbed Ms. Hyata’s ponytail and pulled her head back. “What he said!”

“Three weeks to start and then five weeks after a year!” Ms. Hyata yelled. “Now shut up and fuck me!”

I did. I fucked the hot Asian woman while thinking about all the money I will be making. I fucked her hard while Tom watched and jacked off. I fucked her tight pussy with a passion I couldn’t explain.

We came at the same time. My cock exploded inside her while tight walls quivered around me. We screamed together as we swapped sexual fluids and magical energies.

I fell back onto the chair. Ms. Hyata fell onto the coffee table.

Tom kept stroking.

“What the fuck was that?” Ms. Hyata said.

“What the fuck was I saying?” I said. “For one moment I really wanted a bank account.”

Ms. Hyata turned around and sat on the coffee table. She wouldn’t be the first person to leave a wet spot on it. Her gold glasses had nearly slid completely off her nose.

“Well?” she demanded.

“I have a theory,” I said. “You’re my fourth guest in a short time to bring with you your own magical energies. I think my cleansing system got overwhelmed. I think some of your energies got into me and vice versa.”

She nodded. “And the orgasm reset our equilibriums. Interesting, hopefully this means all of my spirit contracts are still valid.”

“Should be, but you should probably go now,” I said.

“I agree,” she said. Clinically she began to gather her clothes. “Mr. Noon, I do not believe you would be a good fit for out company. There will be no offers made.”

“Thank goddess,” I said. “My cock needs a fucking break.”

Jun 292015
 

I started my blog in the middle of the Bush II administration. It was a dark time out of some sort of dystopian novel. A black tit was revealed at the Super Bowl and people lost their shit. The Attorney general was covering up the bare breast of Blind Justice and states were tripping over themselves to ban gay marriage. Conservatives were bragging about having a permanent Republican majority in Congress.

Now look at where we are. We have a black president. We have health care. We have gay marriage at the national level. We are finally discussing taking down that damn Confederate Racist flag. Republicans are in Congress but hey, they hate each other too much to do anything.

Last week was crazy in a good way. I found myself glued to the news because I wanted to see the celebrations. I read a lot about how interracial marriages were illegal until 1967 as a preview for what legal fights couples are going to have now. I have been drinking the tears of bigots who have declared this the end of the world.

Wow. So much can happen in ten years. I know there will be more fights and some setbacks but fuck, imagine what we can accomplish in ten more years?

In the meantime, the porn must be written.

Jun 242015
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day ten of my twenty day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Perfect Bust” by royal Astronomers. Ship malfunctions have increased to a fatal rate. The atmosphere recycler has completely shut down as well as the hull integrity field. Vital systems have broken down at a rate too fast for me to repair. By my calculations, I expect total system failure in an hour.

Nice job, Royal Navy. You sent me out in death trap. Put that on your fucking recruitment posters! Make sure you tell all your space explorer cadets how they won’t make it through their twenty year mission because you incompetent fucks will send them out in a ship that won’t last five years!

FUCK ALL OF YOU! I hope some space anomaly resurrects my corpse and I come back to destroy you all! End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: It must be the impending doom but I have had the weirdest sense of déjà vu all day long.

Vaquel Di floated inside her ship. The artificial gravity kicked out hours ago. The emergency lights were running and there was only the barest level of illumination.

She was naked. Large brown breasts floated and got in her way. Her short pink hair formed a halo around her. Long brown legs swam in the open air.

With the ship about to fall apart Vaquel should have been in her spacesuit but she was passed caring. This was ridiculous. She couldn’t believe that her journey was coming to an end because of hardware failure. It was so unfair that her only response was to simply quit trying. She would die out here and hope the force of her hatred would strike down those responsible.

Vaquel drifted near Chairbot. The purple robot was offline. She wasn’t sure why. The robot’s internal technology was beyond her and she wouldn’t know where to start.

Still, it was weird that he broke down too.

Vaquel drifted near Chairbot. The robot chair was offline. She wasn’t sure-

Vaquel shook her head. There it was again. That weird déjà vu had been bothering her all day. Maybe the air was so toxic that she was hallucinating.

“Who turned out the lights?” someone yelled from the back of the ship.

Vaquel turned around. The voice was familiar.

A brown woman floated down the corridor. Large brown breasts floated ahead of her. Short pink hair floated in a halo around her head. A black patch covered her left eye. Her right arm was made of purple metal.

Vaquel gasped. It was her. She knew those large tits anywhere!

The other Vaquel groaned. “I forgot about this. I’m back here. Fuck.”

Vaquel drifted towards her double. She saw lines on the woman’s face that didn’t match the face in the mirror. Scars accented the woman’s brown limbs. The purple arm was attached to a burned shoulder.

“You’re an older me,” Vaquel said.

“By about ten years,” the other Vaquel said.

“So I don’t die in this ship?” Vaquel said. “How the fuck do I survive with everything broken?”

“Reality is weak here,” the other Vaquel said. “Laws of science, rules of electronics and other shit don’t apply. The ship will stop working but it will keep traveling and it will keep you alive.”

“How?” Vaquel asked. For a moment she was distracted by the other Vaquel’s breast. Damn, they were big. She reached out and touched one of the other Vaquel’s tits. It was soft and plush in her hand.

“It’s because of the-FUCK!” Other Vaquel’s face contorted in sudden pain.

“What’s wrong?” Vaquel asked. She didn’t let go of Other Vaquel’s tit.

“I can’t say,” Other Vaquel said. “It told me to shut up. It wants to keep its secrets for now.”

“Who told you?” Vaquel said. “And how? Is it related to those two dead planets I found? Wait, I heard a voice on those planets. Is that what you are talking about?”

Other Vaquel shook her head. She reached for Vaquel’s sex and metal fingers brushed Vaquel’s pink pubic hair. “I can’t say no matter how close you might be. It is for you to discover and overcome, just like I did.”

A shiver went up Vaquel’s spine. Other Vaquel’s fingers were warm despite being made of metal. The fingertips grazed the outside of Vaquel’s’ lips.

“You need a break,” Other Vaquel said. “You’re exhausted from fixing things that are going to break no matter what you do. You need an orgasm to clear your mind so you can prepare for what is to come. I felt much better after this encounter.”

Vaquel gasped. Other Vaquel had pushed her fingers in. Vibrations radiated from the metal fingers. The vibrations were wonderful and very familiar.

“Wait, is this arm made of Chairbot’s chassis?” Vaquel asked.

“Chairbot!” Other Vaquel said. “I have been trying to remember his name all day. Yes, when I lost my arm he gladly sacrificed himself.”

Other Vaquel pulled Vaquel’s down to one of her breast. Vaquel opened her lips and sucked as much of the big brown breast into her mouth as she could. Her future self shuddered as Vaquel sucked on her breast just the way she liked it.

While Vaquel sucked, Other Vaquel continued to stroke her sex. They rotated slowly together in the zero gravity of the ship. Vaquel shook as the vibrating fingers fucked her. Long solid thrusts reamed her sex, just the way Vaquel liked it.

Vaquel closed her eyes and kept sucking. She did need this. Mentally and emotionally exhausted, not even the Queen’s anal plug was helping. What she needed was a fucking.

Questions roamed through Vaquel’s mind. The Royal Navy had explicit rules about what to do if she encountered people from the future. She was to gather as much information as possible for the Queen. Paradoxes would be dealt with on a case by case basis but tapping future knowledge for the Glory of the Queen was top priority.

It was just so hard to think of a good question when Vaquel was sucking on a large tit and her pussy was getting finger fucked. All Vaquel cared about was licking soft flesh and spreading her thighs wider.

Fortunately for Vaquel, Other Vaquel had a clearer mind. “I’ll tell you one thing, if you like having peripheral vision, never let an alien creature with acid blood come on your fucking face. And another thing, never visit a planet that has been set aside as a sanctuary for large reptilian meat eaters.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Vaquel said with a tit in her mouth.

A vibrating thumb pressed against Vaquel’s clitoris. Vaquel shook as her orgasm claimed her body. She jiggled from head to toe in the zero gravity.

Other Vaquel pulled Vaquel up and away from her tit. Lines of spit floated around her mouth. Other Vaquel pulled Vaquel’s mouth to hers and they kissed.

Identical tongues explored identical mouths. Equally passionate mouths took each other. Matching lips claimed each other.

They pressed together. Vaquel slipped her thigh between Other Vaquel’s. The older explorer’s thighs locked tightly around her. Vaquel slipped her fingers down and danced over Other Vaquel’s sex lips.

“Let’s do this,” Other Vaquel said.

The two grinded together. She was not surprised by how quickly they fell into a rhythm together. Other Vaquel humped Vaquel’s thigh while Vaquel played with Other Vaquel’s sex. Their bodies were in perfect sync with each other.

They continued kissing. Vaquel’s mouth would be dominant before surrendering to Other Vaquel. Their brown breasts jiggled against one another in the zero gravity.

“Come,” Vaquel commanded. She stroked faster.

“Make me come,” Other Vaquel commanded. She humped harder.

“Glory to the Queen!” Other Vaquel cried. Vaquel pulled back so she could watch her future self come. She had seen herself come many times in the mirror or on a recording screen but it was completely different to see it in person.

Queen’s tit!” a voice called out. “A time anomaly! I’m only a week out from Royal space!”

Other Vaquel and Vaquel disengaged in an instant. What they saw made both of them gasp.

It was another Vaquel but just as alien as the one that was fucking her. Short pink hair floated in a halo around bright energetic eyes and an open smile. She had a little bit of real food weight on her; making her hips, ass and breasts all the more luscious. Like them, she was floating naked but her body was shiny from a recent shower. Shiny spheres of water drifted around her body.

“Queen’s tit,” Other Vaquel and Vaquel said together.

“This is amazing,” Young Vaquel said. “If I am experiencing time anomalies so soon, then my explorations are going to be statistically significant! Wait here, I’m going to get some recording equipment. We need to interview both of you to satisfy the Royal Navy Temporal Prime Command.”

“Wow, I was much more obedient,” Vaquel said.

“Almost a perfect servant of the Royal Navy,” Other Vaquel said.

Young Vaquel smiled. “This is great! You two can tell me what you did wrong on my future voyages. I want to make sure I keep my body parts and don’t end up looking as old and tired as you two.”

“I kind of want to punch you in the face, even though you’re me,” Vaquel said.

“I felt the same way when I saw you had two eyes and two arms,” Other Vaquel said.

Young Vaquel’s beaming smile faltered a little. “Remember, you have to tell me what you have experienced. It is right in the Royal Navy Handbook.”

“That’s it,” Other Vaquel said. “You’re eating me out.”

Vaquel and Other Vaquel lunged for Young Vaquel. The younger version resisted with all of her recent training. Both of her older versions had more experience in zero gravity combat and both of them really resented her younger better body. Experience and resentment beat healthy enthusiasm easily.

Other Vaquel trapped Young Vaquel between her thighs. Vaquel grabbed the Young Vaquel’s waist and grabbed a handful of Young Vaquel’s pubic hair. She pulled harshly on the pink hair and she could hear Young Vaquel screaming into Other Vaquel’s sex.

Vaquel released Young Vaquel’s pubic hair and slapped her sex instead. Young Vaquel jumped but the screaming stopped. Other Vaquel grinded her sex against Young Vaquel’s trapped head.

Slowly Young Vaquel’s fighting stopped. Vaquel kept slapping her pussy and she could see and smell Young Vaquel’s pussy getting wetter.

Other Vaquel groaned. “I forgot how good I am at licking my own pussy.”

Vaquel felt there was a story there but she let it go. After months exhausting herself on a shitty ship, she was happy to be engaging in some recreational sadism. She kept slapped Young Vaquel’s furry pussy as the young explorer squirmed with pain and delight.

She slapped harder. Short sharp slaps rained on Young Vaquel’s pussy. The young explorer twisted and struggled but her hands never came down to protect herself. She was enjoying the suffering too much.

Vaquel had a sudden flash of memory. She recalled the feeling of powerful thighs around her head. The taste of pussy was smothering her but brief flashes of pain descended on her most sensitive area. Her pussy felt enflamed and also energized at the same time. It brought her to the edge of climax but never enough to get off.

The memory was vivid in Vaquel’s mind. She hesitated before her next slap and then slapped twice as hard. Young Vaquel screamed into Other Vaquel’s sex.

A moment later, Vaquel remembered that vicious slap on her own sex. She also remembered that it made her climax.

She shook her head. The idea of creating memories on the spot was a bit too abstract for her. She tried to remember what was going to happen next but couldn’t. Was it because it hadn’t happened yet? Then how did the older Vaquel remember things?

Vaquel felt her head spin. She was too exhausted for such complexities. Hell, even if she was well rested she wasn’t sure she could handle it.

Fuck it, she wasn’t going to think about it.

“My turn with her mouth,” Vaquel said.

“Deal,” Other Vaquel said. She released Young Vaquel from her thighs. Young Vaquel’s face was shiny with pussy juice.

Vaquel grabbed Young Vaquel but the nipple and cruelly pinched her. Young Vaquel squealed as Vaquel pulled her to her sex. The young explorer didn’t need any force as she dived into Vaquel’s sex with her mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Vaquel cried out. It was true; Vaquel was a good pussy eater! Her tongue was eager and willing. Nimble lips nibbled on Vaquel’s tender sex lips.

Other Vaquel pinned Young Vaquel’s legs together. Other Vaquel slapped Young Vaquel’s big round ass with her metal hand. The force of her impact made the ass shake.

Young Vaquel screamed into Vaquel’s sex. Vaquel shuddered as the younger explorer resumed licking. A moment later, Vaquel winced as she recalled that metal hand smacking into her ass.

Other Vaquel kept spanking. The blows to Young Vaquel’s ass were brutal. There was no mercy in the older woman’s swing.

Young Vaquel screamed and licked. She held onto Vaquel’s thigh and ass for dear life as her bottom was spanked. Her mouth licked faster and harder as if trying to stop the spanking through talented licking.

Vaquel held onto Young Vaquel’s head and just enjoyed herself. She loved watching herself spank a big round brown ass. She loved remembering the merciless spanking she took five years ago. Most of all she loved the feeling of her young tongue on her wet pussy.

“Faster, you little slut,” Vaquel said to her younger self. “You’re fresh from the Academy, eager to explore new worlds and make your fortune but first you have to explore my wet pussy. My ass is tired from planets you can’t even imagine yet. Give me the licking that I have earned you naïve little slut.”

Young Vaquel obeyed. Deeper and deeper she licked.

Vaquel quivered. Her tits jiggled wildly in the zero gravity. She felt her orgasm coming like a speeding comet.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. She pinned Young Vaquel’s head to her pussy as she came.

“Brown flesh grinding hard. Pleasure is a flat circle. Three new heralds come.”

Vaquel looked across the ship. A new Vaquel was here but the sight of her made Vaquel’s skin crawl. She pushed Young Vaquel away from her sex and she noticed Other Vaquel had adopted a fighting stance.

The Strange Vaquel drifted towards them. She was naked but her skin was covered in something. Red scales glittered from splotches on her body. Her nipples were solid red encrustations of some sort. Long pink hair snaked in weird patterns around her head.

The eyes were the worse. They appeared to have been scooped out and replaced with large multifaceted rubies. They pulsed with an unholy energy.

“Oh shit, is this another future self?” Young Vaquel asked. “Are we going to be fucked like this further down the timeline?”

Vaquel shook her head. “Look at her face. She could be my age. I don’t understand.”

“She is your age, because is a possible you,” Other Vaquel said. “This is what happens if you join the-FUCK!”

Other Vaquel clutched her head. Tears ran down her eyes. “I don’t fucking care what you do!” she screamed at the voice in her head. “I’m warning myself! Don’t join the Eye! Refuse the offer!”

ZZAP! A bolt of red flashed from Strange Vaquel’s nipples to Other Vaquel. The older explorer was slammed into the wall of the ship with tremendous force.

“Are you insane?” Vaquel yelled. “You nearly killed our future!”

Strange Vaquel shook her head. “Time is not straight line. Time is a jiggling tit. Ever changing shape.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Vaquel said.

“Wait,” Young Vaquel said. “My Temporal Teacher had a theory about this.”

“The old guy with the weird beard?” Vaquel said. “I can’t remember his name much less his class.”

“I do,” Young Vaquel said. “He said there was a theory that time was constantly being rewritten by cosmic forces. In his theory, multiple timelines exists simultaneously until some unknown final outcome has been determined. Our older Vaquel is part of a timeline where she never became this weirdo. Both can exist until some crucial point in the time space continuum when the true timeline is determined.”

Vaquel struggled to wrap her head around it. She also experienced more déjà vu as the Strange Vaquel drifted closer. Memories entered her head and were instantly rewritten.

“So what you are say is that time is a jiggling tit,” Vaquel said. “It’s not solid, it’s malleable?”

“Metaphor solid. Choices have yet to be made. Fates peak like nipples.” Strange Vaquel said.

“My older self said I have to make a choice,” Vaquel said. “I take it something wants to change me. You accepted it; do you like what you are?”

Strange Vaquel reached out to Vaquel. She placed a pink scaled hand on Vaquel’s breast. Vaquel reached out and touched a hard crusted nipple. They looked eye-to-ruby.

“Answer her,” Young Vaquel said. “Do you like what you are?”

Strange Vaquel smiled and nodded her head yes.

Déjà vu swept over Vaquel. She saw herself watching Strange Vaquel smile. She saw herself looking out through ruby eyes at two unchanged Vaquels. She remembered nightmares of this moment and she remembered nightmares of knowing this moment was coming.

Vaquel clenched her eyes shut. Dizziness made her sick to her stomach. She let go of Strange Vaquel’s hard tit and curled into a ball. Her body clenched tightly until the overwhelming wave of déjà vu passed.

Eventually it did. Vaquel opened her eyes and looked around. She was alone. The other Vaquels were gone, if they were ever here at all.

Jun 212015
 

The following are articles I found interesting or useful for my writing.

Shut up & Sit Down is a great blog for board games on a normal day but their account of one player’s experience in a poker tournament is riveting. I love researching gambling but never actually gamble because it is one giant system designed to deprive you of money. This gives a great outsider’s peek into the casino environment.

Week in Weird had a wonderful article about the demons who possessed every other nun in a convent in 17th century France. Okay, it was probably less a demonic invasion and more of a frame job to convict a heretic but hey, the alleged demonic activities are bizarre. Mostly it seemed to involve planking.

Have a pothole in your city that the government refuses to fix? Try drawing a giant penis around it. Hell, I bet if you did a vagina that they would do it twice as fast.

This week’s music is “We Don’t Die” by Tricky.

Jun 192015
 

I have a contact link at the top of the page that rarely gets used. When I did get an email from there, five times out of six it is from an adult toy site that wants me to review their products or sell banner space.

I always reply to these people that I am a sex fiction blog and I don’t review sex toys.

They always reply that they will pay money and hey, a lot of sex fiction bloggers review sex toys and it helps everyone. Yesterday I got a response that I should incorporate the toy into a sex story. They then asked me my fee.

There is a perverse temptation to do a story that is just one giant product placement add, complete with pricing, shipping options and the characters going on at length about how many stars they would give it. Someone on Twitter suggested that I make the sextoy the murder weapon in a story. These are terribly tempting.

The reason I don’t do these passive aggressive though highly entertaining responses is hard to explain. I understand and in fact sympathize with the adult toy sites that want to use my blog. They are dependent on advertising and marketing to get their products in your homes. They are actively recruiting blogs and bringing them into their fold. My little read spot on the web is underdeveloped property to them. My refusal to have their ads is potential lost revenue to them. They have families to feed and loans to pay. Fucking with them seems cruel.

It doesn’t mean I want to participate with their ads. I don’t make much money from my blog but let’s be honest, I like writing more than I like selling. My little corner is where I talk to you and share some stories with you. I sell ebooks because they are fun to put together and I get more of an affirmation joy from every sale than I do a greed joy. When I do advertise other people’s work, it is because I am in love with it and want to share the joy with you.

Basically I don’t have advertisements for stuff because I love what you and I have together and I don’t want to mess with that.

 

 

Jun 172015
 

Felicia Grafal Flores walked through the mall. It was the morning of a weekday and not many people were around. Her high heels echoed in all directions around her.

Bored mall employees turned to look at her. Felicia was wearing a white summer dress that clung to her dark Puerto Rican curves. Her pink bra was barely visible under her white dress but most people were too busy staring at the deep valley dark brown cleavage. She turned her head often as if she was looking at the different stores but really she was just finding an excuse to toss her long black curly hair from side to side.

Felicia was tempted to stop at the lingerie store and see if there was anything her husband might like. She was equally tempted by the shoe store as she wasn’t wearing panties and she often enjoyed flashing the very helpful store associates. A cute man at a massage kiosk pleaded with her to stop but she kept walking.

Nothing the mall could offer would be as good as what she might discover on her own.

She reached her destination. It used to be a toy store but now it was being remodeled for an electronics store. Flimsy partitions blocked the view of the construction from the rest of the mall. The sound of circle saws and hammering came from behind the walls.

Felicia smiled. The area behind the wall was somewhere new. There was no telling what would be there.

Years of practice told her what to do. She walked right to the side of the partition like she belonged there. With no hesitation and certainly no fear, Felecia stepped behind the false wall.

The sounds of hammers and saws vanished. In their place were the sounds of moaning and screams. The rumble of heavy machinery made the ground vibrate.

There was a track in front of Felicia. The tracks led off to a wall of curtains. On the track was a chair facing her.  The legs of the chair had straps for the feet of whomever would sit there. The chair had two handles on the arms of the chair to be gripped. A box was attached to the side of the chair.

A sign hung behind the chair. The figures were genderless and neutral like the people in pedestrian signs. A sequence of panels instructed a person to take off their clothes, put them in the box and then sit. The last panel instructed the person to grip the handles.

Felicia studied the chair. She wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen. The straps worried her but she wondered why the hands were left free. As much as she liked new things, she tried to be a little sensible.

A scream came from behind the curtains. It was a powerful scream of pleasure. Felecia’s sex clenched in response. Whoever was screaming was enjoying themselves.

She made a decision. Felicia stripped off her summer dress and put it in the box. Her heels went next followed by her bra. She almost took her wedding rings off but she left them on.

Naked, she sat down on the chair. The seat was soft and wide enough for her plump ass. She spread her legs to place her feet near the open straps. Did she need to strap them herself? If that was the case, wouldn’t the sign had said so?

Felicia grabbed the handles. They were simple rubber grips. Her fingers closed around them and they reminded her of cocks.

The straps wrapped around her ankles on their own. The edge of the seat near her sex retracted. It left her sex hanging over the edge of the seat. The chair tilted back suddenly. Something wrapped around her neck and tightened. The chair shook as it began to roll down the track.

Felicia let go of the handles. The chair stopped immediately. The straps around her ankles instantly released. Whatever held her throat pulled away. Her chair returned to an upright position and her seat returned to normal.

“Ahh,” Felicia said. So she was in control. Still, who knows what was behind the curtain. Maybe she should stop now.

There was another scream. It was much louder and lasted a full minute. Someone just came and they came hard.

Felicia gripped the handles. The straps went around her neck and ankles. The seat retracted as her chair leaned back. The chair rumbled down the track.

She went through the curtains. It was dark. Light peeked in through various cracks. It was dim but she could see shapes. The sound of machinery was deafening.

The chair stopped. A single light came on from above. Her body was illuminated.

Something pressed against her sex. She tried to look down but the strap held her neck. The thing was round and as big as a baseball. It pressed against the outside of her sex.

It vibrated. Felicia moaned. It was a weak vibration but just enough to make her sex clench. Her nipples hardened and her legs pulled against her straps.

She wanted to reach down and pull the object against her sex but she didn’t. If she let go of the handles, Felicia had no doubt that everything would stop. She needed to relax and just let it happen.

The object pressed harder against her sex. It rubbed up and down the lips of her pussy. The gentle vibrations teased and excited her lips.

Felicia grinded back. It was hard to move but she could be very determined when she was horny. The object was wide but the vibrations were too weak. All she did was just turn herself on more.

The object pulled away. The light above her turned off and the chair rolled down the track.

A light mist fell on Felicia. It was a warm spray. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It was water.

The chair stopped again. Another spotlight illuminated her body.

Something licked her sex. Felicia shuddered as a skilled tongue flicked across her pussy lips. Up and down the length of her pussy lips it licked.

It wasn’t a person. Felicia realized it was something mechanical. The tongue was too precise and the motion never changed. Up and down, up and down, up and down the tongue flicked and licked her sex.

Felicia squirmed on the chair. Mechanical or organic, she wanted that tongue inside her.  She wanted to reach down and pulled her pussy lips apart. She wanted to sit on whatever or whoever was licking her.

Someone screamed from down the track. Felicia felt a pang of jealousy. The scream sounded like sex. Surely it couldn’t all be teasing on this track, right?

The spotlight turned off. The unknown tongue moved away. The chair rumbled again into the darkness

Something grabbed her tit. It squeezed as her body rolled by in the chair.

Something pinched her nipple. It was over in an instant.

Something licked her other nipple. It happened so fast she wondered if she imagined it.

The chair stopped again. The spotlight came back on. Felicia moaned as she waited for the next thing to happen.

Something sprayed against her sex. It was water. It pulsed like her shower massager at home.

“Fuck,” Felicia moaned. This was good. The water pressure was strong and the pulses were perfect. She could come on this. She would come on this. There was no doubt.

The pressure grew stronger. Water splashed off her pussy and drops landed on her tilted body. Felicia came closer to coming.

The pulsing increased in speed. It was like getting finger fucked by water.

Felicia’s hips gyrated in her seat. She bit her lip and focused on her pleasure. She was so close.

The water stopped. The light turned off. The chair rolled into the darkness.

Felicia screamed. It was a scream of frustration and her orgasm denied. She gripped the handles tightly as the chair carried her.

Air blew onto her. Felicia shivered as powerful gusts of air blasted her. The air was strong enough to push her large tits around. A gust of wind blew onto her pussy and Felicia’s sensitized sex clenched.

The chair stopped. Felicia realized she was completely dry. The light came back on.

“Please, please, please,” Felicia moaned.

Something pressed against the lips of her sex. It pushed and then slid inside her. It entered her and stopped only when her entire sex was filled.

“Yes,” Felicia moaned.

The object began to move in and out at a steady pace.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Felicia moaned.

The object picked up speed. It fucked her like her husband after a long day of flirting.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Felicia shouted.

It went even faster. Lubricant sprayed onto her sex but she was already soaking wet. It was pounding her sex like her husband after a week’s separation.

“YES, YES, YES!” Felicia cried.

The power of the thrusts increased. The chair shook as her body took the fury of the thrusts. Her tits jiggled and her hair bounced. It fucked her. It rammed her like her husband had been watching her fuck other men.

“YES! YES! YES!” Felicia screamed.

Felicia held on as it fucked. Her knuckles turned white as she kept a grip on the handles. She took the fucking like the wet horny housewife that she was.

“FUCK!” Felicia screamed. Her orgasm was an explosion.

The object kept fucking. More lubricant sprayed onto her sex. The thrusts didn’t falter for a second.

“FUCK!” Felicia screamed. She writhed in her chair as the straps held her down.

The object picked up speed. She was pounded into the chair. Her body went limp as it took all that the object had to give her.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Felicia howled. Her third orgasm crashed over her. Darkness crowded around her vision.

The fucking suddenly stopped. The light went off. The chair began to move.

Felicia wondered why it stopped. Her pussy was tingling but she wanted more. She half sat up in the chair and then fell back into it.

That was when she realized that the straps were gone. The chair was back to an upright position. She had let go of the handles. It must have happened with the last orgasm.

Felicia gripped the handles again. She hoped she could resume whatever she had started. Her hands clenched with all her might.

The chair passed through a set of curtains. The light hurt Felicia’s eyes. She was back at the beginning.

She kept squeezing but the chair wouldn’t restart.

Felicia let out a sigh and climbed out of the chair. Her legs almost gave out. She steadied herself and touched her sex. It was sore. It hadn’t been fucked like that since the time she fucked her husband’s bowling team.

It was time to go. She took her clothes out of the box and put them back on. It took much longer to get dressed than it did to take them off.

When she was decent, Felicia walked out the side of the partition. The sounds of hammering and sawing resumed behind her. The comforting smells of the food court beckoned.

Felicia walked on unsteady feet towards an early lunch.

Jun 152015
 

I’m in a weird head space right now. I am reading a book on futurism involving human transcendence, accounts of “true” alien abductions and a book or two about magical practices. The effect has been to make me think a lot about how programmable the human brain is.

A reoccurring theme in the magic books is that before a person can do any real magic, the safe thing to do is do a banish ritual. This is to clear the magic space of outside influences so that the forces you invoke are the forces you plan to invoke rather than whatever was hanging around. Think of it as the magical equivalent of sanitizing your kitchen area before you break out the raw cooking food.

As I read this I was thinking about how sometimes I have trouble starting to write. It is a problem a lot of my friends have talked about. Once we start writing we are good but often that first word of the day can be the hardest. It can be due to inertia, it can because we are thinking about bills, health or whatever our last spouse fight was. Sometimes it is just damn laziness.

The common cure I read was to make your writing into a habit. Set a certain time, place and moment to write and stick to it. The concept is that your brain will enter a writing frame of mind when certain triggers are met like the time and place. I think it is a pretty good method.

My problem is that my brain can be pretty chaotic. I can met physical appointments pretty easily as I have proven with my workout regime but when it comes to making my brain be creative, that is less easy for me to control. I got anxiety, I got depression and sometimes I am just cranky. I guess you can call this a lack of discipline but for whatever reason I find it hard to tell my brain to do anything.

But what about a little writing-distraction banishment ritual? Instead of creating a physical environment that my brain will hopefully respond to with a certain mindset, what if I create a mental environment?

What would that look like? According to what I have read on visualization techniques, it would be as simple as closing my eyes, a short breathing exercise followed by a statement of intent. I might visualize an ideal area for my creativity. I may invoke some sort of inspiration like a favorite writer or perhaps erotic performer. After verbalizing what I want from my writing and my goals for the day, i would open my eyes and give it a try.

Let’s see how that works.

 

Jun 122015
 

When the writing is good I feel like I am writing the next big blockbuster. This will be the book that everyone loves. This is the book that I will be asked about and will define me. When the writing is good, I am in love with what I am doing and I assume everyone else will be too. There can be euphoria in writing which is good because writing is hard and a little euphoria goes a long way.

Once the book is published then reality sets in. No matter how good the sales, it is disappointing. The fact that my email box is not filled with adoration is a surprise. I mean, I wasn’t really expecting huge love but deep down I kind of was.

Once the disappointment replaces the euphoria then rational thought can kick in. Maybe a book about a government conspiracy where the only readers who know about the conspiracy are the last people to appreciate an erotic mockery of their paranoid feelings wasn’t the best idea. That seems kind of obvious in hindsight. It makes giggle to think of how optimistic I was.

I go through these cycles with every book. Long ago I would be in a funk for a month. Now I got it down to three days.

I don’t mind the cycle. I like doing odd books. I like having a library that doesn’t look like anyone else. Sometimes I wonder if I should take these experiences and learn from them to make more conventional higher sellers but I shake that off. I like the euphoria that comes writing something I love. I have tried more commercial books and they were joyless to write.

A little after-publishing funk is a small price to pay for the fun I have.

Jun 102015
 

Ronald Fowell looked at the two security guards outside his office. They were big men. Both of them were ex-military and looked like barely restrained beasts inside their suits. They both had orders to maim first and ask questions later.

“All clear, Mr. Fowell,” the one on the right said. “The office is secure.”

“Thank you,” Ronald said. He didn’t bother to learn their names. They were here to fuck people up, not be his friends.

They opened the door for him and he walked in. The skyscrapers of Manhattan loomed beyond his windows. The skin of a lion he shot in Africa was laid out on the floor. A desk calculated to intimidate clients lurked in the room.

Sitting on top of the desk was a woman. She had long blonde hair and a striking red dress. A white mask covered the top half of her face.

Last time it had been a black woman. Before that, a Korean woman. The only thing that stayed the same was that damn white mask. That and the name she insisted on being called.

Ronald paused at the door,

“Trouble, sir?” the other guard asked.

The masked woman smiled. She was genuinely amused.

A chill went down Ronald’s back. “No, just the sun,” he lied.

Ronald closed the door behind him. He walked towards the woman and set down his briefcase. He started to speak but the words caught in his throat. They came out on the second try.

“Please, I did what you asked, Adrian,” Ronald said.

“I know you have,” the woman said. Her accent was Southern. He wondered if she was the same woman as before. It was impossible but there was something in that smile. It had the same cruelty as the other women. This was Adrian.

Ronald stood in front of her. “I invested in sugar and soybeans like you requested. I sold all my shares in technology companies.”

Adrian tilted her head. He wished that he could see her eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me that you have been a good boy?” Adrian asked.

Ronald wanted to say yes but he still had a bit of pride left. He kept it professional. “I transferred the million dollars to that offshore account.”

The masked woman reached for his belt. Ronald said nothing as she unbuckled him. His breathing quickened as she unzipped him. He bit on his lip as she pulled his pants and underwear down.

Adrian smiled at his shame. Her fingers tapped on the plastic sheath that encased his limp cock. That slight touch made his dick jump.

The masked woman giggled. “It wants my attention. You haven’t tried to get it off, have you?”

“No!” Ronald said a little too quickly. He had tried to use lube to slide it off but it was on too tight.

“I know you haven’t,” Adrian said. “Because the C-4 explosive is very sensitive. If it feels even the slightest attempt . . . BOOM!”

Ronald jumped. The masked woman laughed.

“Please,” he said. “Please take it off.”

Adrian reached for his balls. They were free of the damn cage for all the good it did him. Her fingers stroked his balls with gentle care.

Ronald’s cock jumped. It strained to get hard but the sheath was too tight. It was forced to curve inward; forever denying him an erection.

The woman leaned closer to his cage. “Imagine the things I could do to you if it was free,” she said. “Imagine the things you would do to me if you could.”

Ronald did. He would fuck her mouth. He would rape her ass. He would strangle her and then fuck her.

Adrian took him into her mouth. Ronald gasped. The warmth of her mouth heated up the plastic container that encased his cock. He felt the flick of her tongue against the tiny little slit in the cage that let him piss. She hummed and he felt vibrations run up and down his dick.

A whimper escaped his lips. It had been weeks since he woke up with this damn curse around his dick. His balls felt heavy as if they would burst with all the come he had been storing.

She stroked his balls with his trapped cock in her mouth. A tingle ran through him. He wondered if he could come. Maybe if she stuck his finger up his ass. He had heard of that working. Maybe if he stuck his own finger up his ass . . .

Adrian pulled his cock out of her mouth. The plastic cage was shiny with her spit. She flicked her tongue on his balls.

Ronald’s cock throbbed.

“Tell me what you are trying to do,” Ronald said. “You’re manipulating the market but if you told me your goal, I could help.”

Adrian stood up. Ronald’s confined cock throbbed with a longing that made it hard for him to think. His knees shook.

“I left new instructions on your desk,” Adrian said. “Invest all of your client’s money in those futures. I will also need another million. I left a new account number.”

“I’ll do it!” Ronald said. “I swear, I’ll do it! I’ve already embezzled too much from my clients to go back at this point. I’m in too deep! Please take it off! Please just let my dick free.”

Adrian shook her head. That cruel smile burned into him.

“For now your dick belongs to me,” Adrian said. “Tomorrow, who knows? It all depends on how good you are.”

She walked away and went into his private bathroom. Ronald wanted to run to her. He wanted to grab her and punch that damn mask off her face. One scream and his security could be in here. Let the goddamn police and FBI figure out how to defuse this bomb. That’s what he paid taxes for!

Ronald’s hands went to his balls. Was he really willing to risk his dick on some government employee? He might survive the blast but his dick and balls wouldn’t.

He pulled his pants up and walked to the bathroom door. It was time he took control of this situation. He was Ronald God Damn Fowell! He didn’t claw his way to where he was just to get blackmailed!

His fist pounded on the bathroom door. “We’re not done talking!” he shouted.

There was no answer. His anger got the best of him and he opened the door.

There was no one inside.

Another whimper escaped his lips. Was he going crazy? A different woman every time didn’t make sense. Was he having some sort of breakdown? Was any of this real?

His dick throbbed against the hard plastic cage. That was real enough.

Ronald went back to his desk to take a look at her new instructions.

Jun 082015
 

I read once that man’s coven required him to spend at least one day a week enjoying nature so that he would keep in touch with natural energies. I have stolen the idea and modified to spending one day a week doing something creatively interesting like going to a museum or visiting someplace new. Ironically, a lot of my trips have involved nature hikes because they are often free.

This weekend I went to the FanBoy Expo in Knoxville. It was a small science-fiction convention with one large area for all of the vendors and celebrities and one other area for presentations and Q&A’s. I love conventions this size because you can easily see everything in one day and you see the same attendees all day creating a sense of community.

There were a lot of celebrities there. Despite my social anxiety, I rarely have trouble talking to celebrities. I realized it comes down to how I talk to them. I only approach the people I really adore, I think about why I love them or their work, and then I express it as honest and as shortly as I can. A two or three sentence sincere compliment is a tremendous ice breaker.

I got to meet Felissa Rose from Sleepaway Camp. She was super friendly and high energy like a naughty cheerleader. My wife and I had a great time talking to her and asking her questions about what it is was like to be 13 and playing a slasher in a horror movie. I could have easily spent all day with her.

I met Ross Patterson , writer/director/actor/genius of such amazement like Poolboy 2 and FDR: American Badass. He apologized for running late but his excuse was awesome. His new romance novel, “At Night She Cries, While He Rides His Steed” was banned in Boston and the media wanted interviews. He had no idea you could still ban books and I congratulated him. I expressed my undying love for Poolboy and he very kindly gave me a bunch of autographed swag when I bought his book. He seemed surprised when I asked to take a picture with him but he was glad to do it.

Last I met my boyhood and adult hero, Rowdy Roddy Piper. I told him how I grew my hair out to look like him and failed and he kindly told me I did okay. He told my wife she was beautiful and wanted to kiss her hand. For such a famous guy, he was so down to earth and friendly like an uncle who’s glad to see you.

I asked if I could get a photo of him putting me in a headlock for a photo and things got serious.

“This isn’t a macho thing right?” he said. He seemed a bit reluctant and I was embarrassed for asking.

“No, sir,” I said. I did wonder why he was taking off his rings and his watch.

“Okay, stand here. Relax. Get loose.”

I relaxed and then felt a sharp pain in the small of my back. His hands pulled my shoulders back and my body arched backwards. His arms went around my head and I felt his strength just wrench me to the side.

I realized that my request for a simple headlock had turned into a sleeper hold without the comforting part of going to sleep. Being bent backwards I had no leverage, not that I would have tried anything because he was strong as hell. My heart was pounding and I had the sudden understanding that I was fucked.

The guy aimed the camera at me. I smiled because that seemed the thing to do.

Suddenly he released me and Piper is patting my on the shoulder with a big smile. “You okay?”

I nodded and looked him in the eye. “Thank you so much for that,” I said.  It was like a three second roller coaster ride. I was partially traumatized but mostly I just wanted to thank him for doing something that he seemed reluctant to do at first. Weird how that was my priority.

“You know you’re a big guy,” Piper said. “I’m sure you could have handled yourself.”

Inside I was laughing hysterically. He may have been saying that just to make me feel better or he may have been being honest but the pure power of his arms and the suddenness of what happened was so overwhelming that the thought of me doing anything was just wishful thinking.

I walked away in a daze. The people in line had big wide eyes. One lady said it looked freaking awesome. I smiled and didn’t say anything about how I needed to void my bowels.

Afterwards my wife said, “And that is why you don’t ask a freaking wrestler to do a move on you.”

It’s true but man, I am treasuring this memory always.