Apr 272015
 

It is silly to think that the internet is haunted. Some magicians believe that ghosts lurk in the internet, kept alive by Facebook pages that never expire. It is completely ridiculous.

The internet is a system of data, nothing more and nothing less. It is a collection of fixed points with its own system of laws and reality. Souls of the departed can’t haunt a house made of zeroes and ones.

Obviously the internet is not haunted by the ghosts of human beings. The internet is a realm full of its own magical beings. Duh.

Like most magical beings, the Internet Entities have their own agendas. The Voyeur Eyes of Blogspot want your soul laid bare. The pathetic ghouls of the Chan boards want destruction and misery. The forgotten nymphs of Usenet thrive on nude selfies. They take these offerings and convert it into power for their strange wars against each other.

New entities are born every day and older ones perish. Many take the guise of living people but do not be fooled. The greedy Prince will steal your money but there is no hidden treasure. A thousand spirits claim to be horny housewives waiting for your call but really they just want your semen sacrifice. The wise magician trusts no one on the internet.

The unwise magician however has a lot to gain. Internet Entities are greedy and yet bursting with the power of daily sacrifices given by unwitting users. These gods of the moment might not exist tomorrow but that doesn’t stop them from trying to spread their power as far and wide as possible. Unimaginable fame could be yours for the day. Money beyond counting can be had though the currency might only exist in a game about spaceships. Some magicians of the internet gain and lose more than in a single day than some magicians ever achieve with a lifetime of study.

Just beware the viruses. There is nothing worse than having your previous existence rewritten and deleted.

Samuel Noone
“The Pussy of Life”

Apr 262015
 

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

A new law in Nashville makes it illegal to run a sex club within a certain range of a church. A Swinger’s Club does the only logical thing and declares themselves a church.

I find Chess to be insufferably boring. What I don’t find boring is Cheating at Chess which is an age old tradition.

One thing that always bothers me when writing science fiction is the fear that the science fact that is important to my story is completely wrong. Apparently this is something that doesn’t bother the FBI. It appears that for the last twenty years, the science of hair analysis has been one giant con to convict people.

I love wargaming but much like chess, wargaming can degenerate into an obsession of efficency over fun. Hipsterhammer is a new blog about taking a cheap yet fun approach to the Warhammer Fantasy. Even if you don’t play wargames, this kind of blog is helpful to adopting an attitude of fun towards whatever you do.

Music this week is from the Spacechem soundtrack. SpaceChem is an insanely hard game about chemistry but I am a bigger fan of the music. It has a nice science sound that works well as writing music. You can get the entire album from the artist here.

Apr 242015
 

I am in the mood to write another Choose-Your-Own-Erotica book again. I am leaning towards doing one where you play a woman recently abducted by a flying saucer and you try to escape but at the same time choosing when you want to get captured and have sexy time inflicted on you.

It is a tricky theme to deal with. I have done non-consent roleplay with people before but readers always feel different. You could argue that a reader gives consent by reading and that putting the book down is the ultimate safeword but I always have an initial hesitation when starting these projects.

A bigger concern is structure. I designed “Prisoner of the Wizard’s Harem” as a kind of complex challenge. For the reader to reach the one happy ending it will take trial and error. I was much happier with “Dominate Your Teacher” because it promised a sexy premise and the reader decided how they got there and what diversions they took. Prisoner was a gauntlet of choices that were designed to trip the reader, while Dominate was like a burger menu that wanted to know how you liked your burgers.

I would prefer to do something like Dominate again but the very nature of an abduction and an escape suggests the format of Prisoner. I feel like leaving the saucer is the best way to end the story. I could make a central alien and make having sex with them the climax of the story, but I feel that might be limiting.

When I get into a crossroad like this, I like to make a list of what appeals to me about the project I am working on. For this project, I want to tackle various science fiction themes in a non-consent format. I want robots, I want a tentacle monster of some sort, I want your anally obsessed Greys, I want anti-gravity and anything else that comes to mind.  As you can see, I want to tackle a genre as opposed to the single sexual stereotype of Dominate Your Teacher.  I just don’t want the complexity of Prisoner.

Luckily for me I experienced something recently that suggests a format; I’ve been to Dollywood. I went to the Dolly museum of dresses and movie clips, skipped the rollercoasters and hung out in the craft stores.  I had a buffet approach to Dollywood and I think that will work best for my saucer abduction story. In short, I need to turn the flying saucer into an amusement park for the reader.

Apr 222015
 

Felicia Grafal Flores pushed through the crowd of people. Aunts tried to kiss her, uncles tried to hug her, female cousins tried to remember her name, male cousins tried to look down her cleavage, nieces tried to hide their envy of Felicia’s body while nephews tried to hide embarrassing erections. It was a typical wedding for the extended Flores family.

Normally Felicia would mingle but the ceremony would be starting soon. One thing even a bad Catholic girl like Felicia knew was that wedding ceremonies took forever. There would be readings, invocations and speeches. Felicia’s plump bottom could handle the hard pews and her husband, Emil, would flirt with her to keep her awake but none of those could help a full bladder.

Felicia didn’t know her way around this church. They had traveled across state to her second cousin-in-law on her Emil’s father’s sister’s side for this wedding. She looked over the sea of brown faces for a restroom sign.

She saw her aunt Alma instead. Worse, her aunt Alma saw her. The woman waved at Felicia and pushed her way towards her.

Felicia looked for an escape. If Aunt Alma cornered her, it was a guaranteed half hour of Alma talking about her daughter. Felicia had no interest in learning what accomplishments her sainted cousin had achieved this time.

She saw a hallway no one was using. Felicia mouthed “Sorry, restroom!” to her aunt and ducked into the hallway. There were three doors and none of them were marked. She went through the first one and hoped her aunt would give up looking for her.

“Kneel,” a voice said. Powerful hands grabbed both her arms and held them straight out.

Felicia dropped to her knees with practiced ease. She learned to adapt fast in new places. Two robed figures stood to either side her. Their hands were pale white under their green robes and certainly not family members. Hoods covered their faces.

“What’s going on?” Felicia asked. The robed people didn’t answer so she looked around. Red candles illuminated a cavern too large for the church she had just left. Blue lines had been painted into the rocky ground and formed strange designs. A hot wind came from deep within the cave.

A robed man stepped out of the darkness. She knew he was a man because his cock was sticking out of his green robe. It was large and thick though not as large as Emil’s. The man was carrying an open book and he read from it as he approached her.

“Kozza Joiu, Kozza Freq. Vakkaz Roo Ghriq Odda.”

It was gibberish. Feicia understood none of wit. He stopped in front of her, his pulsing cock inches from her face.

She knew what she was to do but she waited. Felicia was a bad catholic woman but she was enough of one to recognize a ritual in progress. Doing the wrong thing in a ritual was bad in any religion.

A hand grabbed the back of Felicia’s head and pushed her forward. She opened her mouth and the thick cock entered her lips. The two men to either side maintained their grip on her arms; holding them straight out as if some sort of parody of the crucifixion.

Felicia giggled at the thought with the cock in her mouth. Aunt Alma would die of horror if she could see her now.

The hooded man kept reading. It was all nonsense but then again so was much of Latin. She didn’t understand it but she felt its importance to the others.

The hand in her hair moved her head back and forth. Felicia wondered if they were male or female. The hand was too strong to resist, not that Felicia was. It moved her back and forth along the length of the cock with steady ease.

For her part, Felicia sucked. She closed her lips tightly around the reading man. Her tongue flicked along his cock as she was pulled back and forth. She tried to look up at the man she was sucking but all she saw was the leather cover of the book he was reading.

“Kozza Joiu!” the man shouted.

“Kozza Freq!” the voices around Felicia answered.

Desire pooled between Felicia’s thighs. Being forced to suck someone off was in her top five fantasies. Doing something nasty in a church was in her top ten. Being used in a mysterious ritual wasn’t on her list but it was now.

Felicia wanted to reach between her thighs. She wanted to hike her conservative church skirt up and rub her hairy sex. She had skipped wearing panties because they had travelled across state and she never knew what could happen at new places.

“Kozza Deem!” the man shouted.

“Kozza Ahm!” the voices answered.

The hand at her head went faster. It gripped her long black hair painfully tight. Her scalp burned as her hair was pulled. Felicia choked and spit fell from her lips. She had been face fucked before many times but never like this.

The hooded man kept reading. His cock throbbed in her mouth as she sucked him. He hit the back of her throat many times as she was forced onto his cock. His balls slapped against her chin with every thrust.

“Kozza Lozza!” the man shouted.

Kozza Ia!” the voices answered.

Felicia parted her thighs. She hoped one of her assailants would take the hint. If Emil was here, he would stroke her. He would reach under her skirt and rub her hairy pussy. Her husband would whisper terrible things to her as she sucked another man’s cock.

There was a rumble from the ground. A great shaking vibration travelled up Felicia’s kneeling legs. She tried to sit back to press her ass or her sex to the vibrating ground but the hooded figures held her arms tightly.

“Kozza Ereg!” the man shouted.

The hand shoving Felicia’s head suddenly stopped. Dizziness swept over her but she kept her lips tight. The hooded man groaned and a deluge of seed filled her mouth. It tasted sweet and was thicker than she was expecting. She swallowed and swallowed but yet he kept coming. Eventually she choked and his seed spilled from her mouth.

The robed people picked her up from her knees. She cried out as the one holding her hair yanked her head back. Her eyes stared up into the dark corners of the cavern as they turned her around. They opened the door that she came in from and pushed her back out.

She was free. Felicia looked at the church hallway as the door closed behind her. She stumbled a few steps down the hallway. Her jaw was sore, her scalp hurt and her knees were almost numb from the ground shaking.

The crowd of family members was lining up to be seated. Emil spotted her and walked over to her. Felicia smiled as she took his arm for support.

“The wedding is starting soon,” he said. “Where were you?”

“I’ll tell you when you fuck me later,” Felicia said.

Emil groaned and his eyes brightened. He loved hearing about the new places she went.

“You have some come on your chin,” he whispered as they took their place.

Felicia wiped it off and realized she never did get to use the restroom.

Apr 202015
 

Visitors to Euphoria have many ways of travelling around the great planet. They can rent an automated skimmer, ride a well endowed equine beast or rent a personal jetpack. However the most comfortable and most famous way to get around the planet is to ride the Trans-Euphorian Mobile Express, better known as the Golden Snake.

Established by Queen Erishella, the Golden Snake is a luxury anti-gravity train with stops at every major city, pleasure resort, slave market and tourist attraction on the planet. Being an anti-gravity train, there is no track and the route of the train is easily changed. The Queen has made it quite clear that being a stop on the train is a privilege and frequently has the train skips stops that have displeased her or worse, bored her. Because of this, every stop does whatever they can to appeal to the Queen’s sophisticated and sadistic tastes.

No expense is spared for those who ride the Golden Snake. Passengers are treated to leather seats imported from the Jungle system of Phob while being attended by the exotic service slaves from conquered worlds. A world-mind level Artificial Intelligence has been reduced to the role of executive chef and can provide any meal in the known galaxy. The air itself on board the Golden Snake has been brought at great expense from distant gas giants.

The most famous luxury is without a doubt the personal Mouth Slave that is assigned to each seat. These slaves kneel before every seat and offer their mouths in any way that pleases the rider before them. Passengers are encouraged to use the wide array of stimuli buttons to reward the Mouth Slaves for good service or punish them for inadequate licking.

The high prices of the Golden Snake may discourage most interested tourists but Queen Erishella, in her infinite mercy, has provided a method of payment for those less wealthy. For every one hundred kilometers that a person serves as a Mouth Slave, they gain one kilometer in credit towards a purchase of a Golden snake ticket.

–Euphorian Gazetteer

Apr 152015
 

The Cabin Woman choked as I fucked her mouth. She looked up at me with fear in her single big green eye. My cock was too big for her mouth but that wasn’t stopping me.

I climaxed. A flood of seed entered her mouth, filled her cheeks and spilled out of her lips. She tried to pull away but I grabbed the feathers on her head and kept her pinned to my crotch. I held her there as my cock continued to pump seed into her mouth.

“Swallow it all!” Venda said. My cyborg parrot looked down from her perch on my shoulder.

“What she said,” I groaned.

The Cabin woman tried but there was too much come. Too much of it fell onto her tits and the floor.

My communicator beeped. It was my Quarter Master, Mr. Cash. “The Finance Consultation is about to begin. We’re just waiting for you.”

“On my way,” I sighed. I pulled my cock out of the Cabin Woman’s mouth and wiped it on her face. “Make sure to clean everything you dropped. We’re guests here.”

“Use your tongue!” Venda chirped. The Cabin woman nodded and licked my seed off the floor with her mouth. It was strange how my crew obeyed my cyborg parrot quicker than they obeyed me.

I started walking to the meeting. My intelligent pants zipped up over my cock. The hallways were surprisingly tall considering that our hosts were Wuats and barely over a meter tall.

I freely admit that I was slow walking to the party. I had been dreading it all day. My ship, the Savage Thrust, had taken a beating and we stopped at this repair asteroid to get back into shape. A renegade Wuat clan owned this asteroid and although Wuats were famous for their technical skills they were equally famous for the hard bargains they drove. My Quarter Master assured me that we could afford their prices but he used to be a banker and his definition of affording something could sometimes be “hey, let’s eat protein paste for a month.”

I reached where I thought the meeting was being held and was obviously mistaken. Instead of tables, chairs and charts, there was a bar, a live band and a bunch of Wuats standing around drinking from mugs the size of their heads. The band was loudly screaming a power ballad about misaligned plasma couplings.

Many of the Wuats were half naked. Wuats were an off shoot of humanity that grew up on high gravity worlds. They were a meter tall with squat thick bodies that were full of muscles. For a short race they were insanely tough and could survive just about anywhere. Their race had a reputation for being great at building things but I suspect that was just a side effect of devoting themselves to building the perfect beer brewing machine.

I was about to turn around when my Quarter Master spotted me. “Come on in, Captain!” he yelled. He had a mug in each hand and he was sitting on the shoulders of a bare-chested Wuat male. The Wuat was grinning and nuzzling the back of his head against Mr. Cash’s crotch.

“Glad you could make it, Captain!” Mr. Cash said. “This is Noz Cablestrong. We just came to an agreement to service the power core on the ship!”

“Good?” I said uncertainly. “Is this the financial consultation?”

“Hell yeah!” Mr. Cash said. He handed me a mug.

“We don’t negotiate shit without plenty of music and beer!” Noz said. He tightened his grip on my Quarter Master’s thighs.

I sniffed the mug I was handed. Several hairs in my nose died. The Wuats were certainly a hardy race.

“We just sort of mingle and negotiate our fees,” Mr. Cash said. “In fact, behind you is the Mistress of the Weapon Crafters. Mrs. Hammershock, the Captain is ready for your quote!”

I turned to face a busty Wuat woman though I guess all Wuats are busty with their short tick bodies. Mrs. Hammershock had long blond hair tied into a massive braid. Her more massive breasts were about to fall out of her tight blouse but knowing Wuat construction, I bet there was no chance of that happening. A workman’s skirt was wrapped around wide hips. She took a long drink from her mug and then let out a nice equally long burp.

“Excuse me,” she said while her burp still rang in my ears. “I’ve taken a look at the damage to your weapon systems and I think we can fix her back up for just twenty MegaCreds.”

“Are you drunk?” I snapped. “Twenty MegaCreds? Are the missiles made of precious metals? Do the lasers give me blowjobs when I fire them? That’s ridiculous!”

Mrs. Hammershock shrugged her shoulders, making her massive tits jiggle in interesting ways. “What’s ridiculous is that you were fighting at all with your old system. I might be able to shave one MegaCred off the price as a discount for the mentally handicapped.”

I was about to respond when the band started a new, louder song. A wave of noise hit my ears and I clutched my skull. Venda chirped something on my shoulder but I couldn’t hear her. Mrs. Hammershock banged her head in tune with the music.

“I can’t negotiate in this noise!” I yelled.

“Use the bargaining closet!” Mr. Cash yelled.

“The bargaining what?” I yelled back.

“I’ll show you!” Mrs. Hammershock yelled.

She grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the party. I was annoyed at being held by the wrist instead of the hand but I knew better than to try to fight her grip. Besides, if we were getting away from this noise, she could drag me by my shorts hairs.

She went to a door I hadn’t noticed and pressed her hand against it. Sensors read her palm print and the door opened. Inside was a room barely big enough for two people to stand shoulder to shoulder. At least it was tall enough for me. A monitor screen took up half a wall and I assumed it was for looking at contracts.

We crowded into the room and the door closed. Thankfully it was sound proof and I couldn’t hear the Wuat band anymore. The ringing in my ears took a little longer to go away.

I looked down at Mrs. Hammershock. She finished off the rest of her mug and let it drop to the ground. Another burp erupted and filled the tiny room.

“Alright, now we can do some real negotiating,” I said. “Normally I pay three MegaCreds for a full weapons overhaul and I just think that-Whoa! What are you doing?”

Mrs. Hammershock had a firm grip on my crotch. Her thick strong fingers closed around my growing bulge.

“I’m negotiating,” Mrs. Hammershock said. “Twenty MegaCreds is a reasonable price for our fine craftsmanship but as Mistress of my department I have certain price variances I can apply.”

“Rape and pillage!” Venda chirped from my shoulder.

“Hush,” I said to Venda. Looking down at Mrs. Hammershock, I asked a stupid question. “What kind of price variance?”

“I saw the video of you raping that heiress,” Mrs. Hammershock said. “You have a fine cock for one of your race.”

“Technically that was consensual since we were filming it for her reality show,” I said. My cock was throbbing under her firm grip. “But if you are looking for a repeat of that performance, I can work something out.”

“Shit, I just want you to fuck my brains out,” Mrs. Hammershock said.

“What about Mr. Hammershock?” I said. “I like to know what kind of danger I am risking before I fuck a married person.”

“Fuck Mr. Hammershock!” she snapped. “You’ll be in more trouble if you don’t get to the fucking right now!”

She drove a hard bargain. My intelligent pants unzipped on their own. Mrs. Hammershock lifted her skirt to reveal thick hairy legs and the thickest blonde pubic patch I had ever seen. I stared at her and tried to figure out how this was going to work. Just as I decided to pick her up, she grabbed my hips and pulled me down to my knees. There was no resisting her superior strength and I fell to all fours.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” I asked right before she grabbed my head. Her grip was tight as she pulled me by my hair to her crotch.

My face pressed against the thick bush of her hair. I burrowed into her hair and opened my mouth. I tasted flesh and my tongue licked the familiar taste of pussy.

I had a sudden flash to my Cabin Woman that I used earlier. It occurred to me that I was now in the same position she was in earlier. A smile came to my lips as I kept licking. Even Captains have to use their mouths sometimes.

“Lick it good!” Venda chirped. I felt her talons prick my back as she moved to a better position.

“What the bird said!” Mrs. Hammershock said.

She lifted one of her short legs and slung it over my shoulder. The weight of a hundred kilos pressed down on my body. I grunted into her pussy and judging from her shivers, I think she liked it.

The raised leg made it easier to reach her pussy. My lips played with hers and my tongue drank from her sex. She tasted like metals, beer and that feminine musk that all women of every species have. The weight on my shoulder was a burden but that burden was easily lifted by the joy of licking a soaked pussy.

“Quan’s Hammer!” Mrs. Hammershock moaned. “Your mouth is better than my washing bot!”

I took that as a compliment.

“On your back!” Mrs. Hammershock yelled.

She gave me a shove and my arms collapsed beneath me. Fuck, she was strong! I quickly rolled onto my back just in time to see her knees drop to either side of my head. Thick thighs encased my head as her yellow bush fell on my face.

I grabbed a quick breath before being smothered in Wuat pussy. I went back to licking because I knew it was the only way to escape. She was too strong for anything else.

Mrs. Hammershock straddled my head facing my cock. She grabbed my cock with her powerful grip. I thought she was going to stroke me but no, she was just content to hold onto my pulsing member while I ate her.

I licked with all my cunning. My tongue performed tricks learned from all across the galaxy. Swirls, taps, flicks and even bites were in my arsenal.

“Fuck!” Mrs. Hammershock yelled and her pussy quivered on my face.

Venda chirped something but it was hard as fuck to hear her with my ears encased in thighs.

The thighs tightened around my head. She was close to orgasm. I licked faster.

The constriction increased around my head. Pain flashed through my head. She was about to come at any moment. I licked harder.

The vice of her thighs escalated. I swore I could feel individual points of my skull about to burst. How much more did she need to come? I licked with everything I had.

“Quan’s Hammer!” Mrs. Hammershock yelled. A flood of juice splashed my face and I was reminded of my Cabin Woman once more. The thighs relaxed and I knew I would live to lick again.

Mrs. Hammershock lifted from my face. I gasped for air and let out a nervous laugh.

“Good,” Mrs. Hammershock said. She crawled on top of my head towards my cock.

“Hold on,” I said. My hands covered my cock.

“What foolishness is this?” Mrs. Hammershock said.

“Knock five MegaCreds off the price,” I said.

“What? That slices our profit margin to almost nothing!” Mrs. Hammershock said.

I shrugged. It was hard to look stern on my back holding my crotch and my face glistening with pussy juice. “Take five off or we can leave the Bargaining Closet right now.”

Mrs. Hammershock growled. I worried that I had pushed it too far.

“Take it or leave it!” Venda chirped. The cyborg parrot floated over to my shoulder.

“Fine!” Mrs. Hammershock said. “Now give me that cock!”

I pulled my hands away. My cock stood proudly like he always does when people are haggling over him.

Mrs. Hammershock stood up. She grabbed me by my shoulders and lifted my body from the ground as if she was carrying a doll. With ease she picked me up and sat me up against the wall.

I watched as she pulled off her skirt and tossed it to the ground. The bush I had just eaten was soaked with her juices and my spit. She stood over my cock and I felt it drip onto me.

“Wait,” I said before she could lower herself. “Fifteen MegaCreds is still too much. Ten seems more reasonable.”

A scowl crossed her otherwise lovely face. “Half price? That is an insult to my entire clan!”

I reached between her legs. My fingers found the slick cleft of her sex and slipped easily in. She clenched her eyes shut as I pushed three fingers deep inside her. Her sex tightened around my fingers and I bit my lip to keep from yelling.

“If my fingers feel this nice, just imagine how my cock feels?” I said. I stroked the inside of her sex to make my point.

“Ten MegaCreds, you bastard!” Mrs. Hammershock said.

I pulled my fingers out and she lowered herself onto me. She gripped my cock a bit roughly but I deserved that for teasing her. She guided my cock into her pussy lips with the precision of an engineer. I let out a grunt as her weight settled onto me.

“Quan’s Hammer, this feels good,” Mrs. Hammershock moaned.

I reached for her ass and squeezed. My cock throbbed inside the tight prison of her sex. Powerful muscles clamped down on my cock and I doubted I could escape her if I tried.

“Ready to be fucked, pirate?” Mrs. Hammershock said.

I grabbed her braid and pulled on it as hard as I could. Her head didn’t even budge but a smile came to her lips.

“Ready and waiting, craftswoman,” I said.

“Good,” she grunted and she rocked back and forth. Her thighs clamped around my legs and the muscles in her pussy were twice as strong. She placed her hands on my shoulders for support and I winced as her fingers dug into my flesh. Venda climbed onto my head and peered down at us.

“Oh shit,” Mrs. Hammershock moaned. “That’s the socket action I need.”

“Socket action!” Venda chirped.

I reached into her shirt and pulled out one of her breasts. A pale mountain of flesh came out. It was heavy in my hand and I brought the pale pink nipple to my lips. I bit down hard as I tried to pretend that I was a fearsome space pirate and not a customer getting humped in the closet.

“Harder!” Mrs. Hammershock yelled.

I bit down harder. Mrs. Hammershock humped me faster. Her pussy was so wet that she was soaking my balls. A wet spot formed on my intelligent pants

“Harder! Harder!” Venda chirped. Mrs. Hammershock listened to the parrot and grinded on my lap. My cock was trapped within her fantastic pussy muscles. Her mass shifted back and forth on my soaked lap.

I released her tit and pulled out the other one. Both of her tits were too much for my hands to hold but it was fun trying. My fingers sank into both of them as Mrs. Hammershock fucked the hell out of me.

“Quan’s Hammer, Anvil and Bucket!” Mrs. Hammershock yelled.

“Eight MegaCreds,” I grunted.

“What?” Mrs. Hammershock said. She didn’t stop fucking me.

“You heard me, eight MegaCreds or I get up and leave right now,” I said.

“Bastard!” Mrs. Hammershock said. She fucked me harder. Her fingers dug deeper into my shoulders.

“I mean it!” I said.

“Means it!” Venda repeated.

“You son of a defective womb!” Mrs. Hammershock yelled. She fucked my cock with raging fury. Her fingernails broke the skin as she clutched.

“Make it five MegaCreds!” I yelled. My fingers twisted both of her nipples. I felt her pussy quake around my cock.

“You are a thief, a weak drinker and your ship is poorly maintained!” Mrs. Hammershock said. Her hips grinded with a new circular motion that almost ripped my cock off.

“Last chance or we stop, NOW!” I yelled.

“Leave it or fuck it!” Venda said.

“Damn you, yes! Five MegaCreds!” Mrs. Hammershock said.

I pulled both of her tits to my mouth and bit down. Mrs. Hammershock yelled inside our small closet. I felt her pussy clench so hard I thought my cock wouldn’t survive.

“FUCK!” Mrs. Hammershock yelled. Her pussy spasmed around my cock. She threw back her head and screamed a mighty orgasm.

Even though I had just climaxed recently, I came again. My seed surged up inside her and unlike my Cabin Woman’s mouth; Mrs. Hammershock’s pussy didn’t spill a drop.

Mercifully, Mrs. Hammershock stopped. She stood up and pushed her tits back into her shirt. I was proud of the small bite marks I had left on her large mounds. She bent over and I admired her squat ass before she put her skirt back on.

“You drive a hard bargain but repairs will commence at the price of five MegaCreds,” Mrs. Hammershock said. The fury was gone and replaced with casual calmness.

“Great,” I said. My intelligent pants zipped themselves up while Venda settled on my shoulders. I winced as her tiny talons touched the bruises forming.

Mrs. Hammershock reached down and grabbed my hand. She pulled me to my feet with a single jerk. Before I could thank her, she already had the door open and a wall of sound crashed into me.

I stumbled back into the consultation party. I grabbed the first mug that was offered to me and swallowed it in one gulp. My throat caught fire and I doubled over coughing until someone tapped me on the shoulder.

It was Mr. Cash. He was still on the Wuat’s guys shoulders but he lost his pants somewhere. The Wuat lost his pants too and his cock looked as thick as my arm.

“How did the bargaining go?” Mr. Cash yelled over the music.

“Exhausting but I got the weapons repairs down to five MegaCreds!” I yelled.

“Great!” Mr. Cash said. “The Mistresses of the Engine Crafters are ready to discuss their estimate! I think they are sisters! They want to charge us thirty MegaCreds!”

I looked at the Wuats he was pointing at. They were dark women with shaved heads and even bigger tits than Mrs. Hammershock. Both of them saw me and licked their lips in unison. They started heading towards to the Bargaining Closet and waved at me to join them.

Lords of Space, this was going to be one long fucking night.

Apr 132015
 

it_followsIt Follows, directed by David Robert Mitchell, is the super rare horror movie that is about sex without making sex the villain. A young woman, Jay, sleeps with her new boyfriend for the first time. Before she has time to enjoy the afterglow, her boyfriend explains that he is being haunted by a supernatural creature that no one else can see and can take the shape of anyone. It can only move at a walking speed but it is constantly following him and if it gets to him, he’s dead. The real punchline is that he just gave Jay the curse by sleeping with her and now it’s her problem. His advice is since she is pretty, just sleep with someone and pass it on.

In every other horror movie, her friends and family would tell Jay how wrong she was to have sex and how this is sort of her fault. It Follows never goes there and instead her friends and family support her and try to help even though they barely believe her.  they try several solutions related to the curse and that means some sexual strategies of their own. This is complicated by some unrequited crushes, family dynamics and a reoccurring theme of absent parents who are either not around or purposely kept in the dark. Kind of like how teens/adults interact with parents regarding real sex.

Meanwhile the monster that stalk Jay is often naked or disturbingly disrobed.  There is a theme of titillation as we see a shambling naked woman cut through a crowd of oblivious people. The creature is equally disguised as men and women, and each is equally undressed. It reminds the viewer that the monster kills men and women without discrimination.

There is an STD theme in this story but not much of one. That isn’t an insult, just a statement that you are not hit over the head with it. A stronger theme is about entering adulthood and the lost of childhood but that isn’t presented as some tragic loss as much as it is presented as something natural.

Mostly though, it is about being scared shitless as you are constantly watching the screen looking for anything that might be coming right for you. This is a delight of paranoia and stretched nerves without resorting to cheap jump scares.

This is a movie that could have potentially gone wrong in so many ways but doesn’t. It treats the audience and the woman victim with respect and intelligence. It is a beautiful looking movie that evokes the best of John Carpenter. I feel like this movie is going to become a classic and hopefully will signal a change with the way horror deals with sex.

I give it Five out of Five Pam Griers.

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Apr 122015
 

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

This is an older article by Samuel R. Delany and his experience as a black science fiction writer. I find it particularly interesting because lately a group of racists sexist assholes have decided to hijack the Hugo awards because they don’t believe the work of non-white males have any merit. It is interesting/sad to see the same arguments used today mirror so closely the arguments Delany has dealt with all his life.

I feel like one of my odder hobbies is enjoying stories of government waste. My other less odd hobby is rocket science so I was really excited to read this article about a ten billion dollar waste of an attempt to make a radar that is vital to the rather impossible dream of missile defense. It has hubris! Complete lack of fore-planning! Missile physics!

Summer is coming and I have been debating whether to write more stories about Mermaid Island. I always saw those stories as a highly optimized daydream fantasy of my teenage beach experiences. Chillwave is a genre of music kind of like that especially the part where the genre itself never really existed.

Today’s music is Ratatat’s Cream on Chrome. Ratatat is becoming one my favorite bands to write to.

Apr 082015
 

The women gathered around the fire. Together they shed their robes to reveal a range of bodies. Some were old with bodies ravaged by age or the trials this life gave. Others were plump soccer moms with sensible haircuts appropriate for corralling multiple kids through busy lives. A select few had the bodies of young barely legal teens though whether those bodies were truly young or meticulously altered only their familiars knew for sure. I suspected it was a mixture of both.

All of them had witch marks. I could see them from this distance but I also felt them. The older woman with the single breast had a demoness’ handprint on her ass that was almost as old as her. The soccer mom with short red hair dripped the invisible semen of a God between her thighs. The young woman with the supernaturally perky breasts had tongue marks around each wrist. If there was any doubt that I was spying on the wrong group of naked women in the woods, the witch marks dispelled that fear.

I watched from the bushes as they prepared the ritual. They set up makeshift standing stones of Styrofoam purchased from hobby stores. A chubby mother with an amazing ass hung bloody panties on tree branches. An ancient woman with gorgeous silver hair cut the air with a knife only she could see.

My heart pounded. I had never witnessed a ritual like this before. A flirty ghost had told me of what the local coven was up to and I couldn’t resist seeing it for myself. I don’t do well with groups and these kinds of secrets were closely held. My eyes took everything in and every detail was seared into my mind. Even if I never use this ritual myself the elements of the ritual could have other uses.

Someone said a word I didn’t hear. As one, the witches reached for their sexes. Together they stroked as if a single mind guided them.

A wave of sexual energy washed over me. My cock hardened and my mouth had an urge to lick. They were releasing sixty days of sexual tension. Sixty days multiplied by thirty-six witches was a lot of power. They were calling forth something big.

Something sharp pressed against my back. “Don’t move,” a female voice whispered.

I groaned. I had set up three spells to hide my presence and apparently none of them worked. I was counting on them not setting up a Watcher because of the isolation of the location. That was my mistake. These witches were good.

“I’m sorry for trespassing,” I said. Apologies have power if sincerely spoken. “I was curious and I thought watching would do no harm.”

In front of me, the witches began to dance. Their motions were strange with bizarre arm waving and shaking of their heads. The twerking was also a bit unexpected.

The voice behind me spoke a word and my pants dropped to my ankles. A gentle breeze told me that my boxers had also dropped. Now that was a neat trick.

“I accept your punishment but wish to ask for mercy,” I said. “I will also defend myself from undue harm.”

There was a snicker. “What is your name?”

“Samuel,” I said.

“I am sure,” the voice said. “Turn around.”

I regretfully turned away from the dance of the witches. The owner of the voice was one of the soccer mom witches though the shock of blue in her long brown hair was a nice statement of individuality. The teeth marks of something with a gigantic mouth glowed around her right breast. I thought she would have one of the thought knives but the knife in her hand was silver, long and very real.

She looked me in the eyes. I felt a slight brushing of memories. A defensive sigil formed in my mind on reflex and pushed her out. A smile came to her lips. I hoped it was of respect.

Behind me I heard the groans of witches. They were teasing themselves to the edge and giving voice to their frustrations. Thunder answered them.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Samantha,” she said.

It was my turn to laugh. Witches of a certain age use that name a lot. At least I wasn’t dealing with a Phoebe or Gods Beyond, a Hermione.

Light flashed behind me. Samantha and the forest around her were bathed in a green light that lingered after the flash was over. Something was coming.

I started to turn my head and Samantha’s knife pricked my stomach. I kept looking at her.

“Lie down,” she said. “On your back.”

I sank to my knees. My body leaned so I was facing the witches but another prick of her knife stopped that. I got on the ground with my head towards the witches. Unless something took to the sky I would be seeing nothing.

The wind shifted and I smelled something like a well fucked mattress. Samantha smiled and stood over me. She squatted down over my lap. She guided my cock into her pussy and sat down on me.

Both of our bodies shuddered. We were high on the ambient sexual energy and our bodies were ready to release. If we were normal people, I am sure we would have climaxed from penetration alone.

Something sang. It had a voice that reminded me of unrequited crushes. The words were nonsense but I felt a terrible longing within me.

I tried to sit up and Samantha’s knife was at my neck. She looked down at me and shook her head. The blue in her hair began to glow.

Samantha rocked back and forth on my cock. The grinding of our sexes was wonderful. I forgot the knife at my throat and used my hands to grab her hips. The hard forest ground was harsh on my ass but my body did its best to fuck her back.

The singing was joined by other voices. These voices were pale imitations but you could hear their desperate need to try. I wondered if they knew the words or were they somehow being compelled to cry out unnatural syllables. If only I could have seen for myself, I am sure I would have divined the answer!

The knife stayed at my throat. Samantha watched as she rode me. Her mouth was open though from horror or awe I could not say. Most likely both.

I felt my climax coming. It was a wonder I had held off for as long as I had. As her wet pussy clenched and pulled on my cock, I felt my seed rise and prepare to release.

It didn’t. My climax swelled within my cock but it would not release.

Samantha gritted her teeth and I could sense that she was at the same precipice as myself. Our bodies kept fucking as we tried to push over an edge that was perpetually out of reach.

The song continued behind me but the witches had stopped singing. Their voices were moaning, shrieking and howling. They were in the throes of bliss though maybe it was agony. It was hard to tell when I myself wasn’t sure what I was feeling.

New colors erupted from the summoning. Samantha’s full tits were bathed in green and pink light. Her skin appeared to grow spots that vanished with the next flash of light.

My hips lifted her body as I tried to fuck her from beneath. She bounced wildly on my lap but she never looked away from the summoning. The knife’s edge pricked my throat and I felt blood trickle but I didn’t stop fucking.

Our bodies were trapped in a state of almost climaxing. I grabbed her tit but it wasn’t enough to go over. She stroked her sex with me inside her but it wasn’t enough. Our bodies wouldn’t obey our natural needs.

The singing grew louder. I still didn’t understand the words but images filled my mind. I saw a beautiful castle of blue glass. I remembered the birthing of a star. I relieved a concert of drums in an underground city.

“Of course,” Samantha said as she grinded on me. Tears ran down her open eyes. She had discovered a powerful epiphany through what she saw. Who knows what wisdom the witches that were in the presence of what they had summoned were learning?

The song suddenly stopped. A piercing cry of pleasure shook the trees. My cock suddenly released while a gush of fluid flowed from Samantha’s pussy. We shook together as our orgasms sent us into convulsions. Thankfully she dropped the knife and it stabbed the ground beside me.

The scream ended and the mad lust let go of us. Samantha looked down at me and her eyes flickered with black light. She bit her lip as she came to a decision.

“Go,” she said as she climbed off my cock. “Go and never return. Do not look back. I’ll know.”

I nodded and rose to my feet. The temptation to look was strong but I obeyed. I wanted to eat a giant meal and sleep for a week. I was in no shape to try something clever.

Besides, there was always next time.

Apr 062015
 

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