Mar 172017
 

Today I finished my 2nd draft of my next interactive erotica novel. It is a smaller book in the number of choices this time, about a third of what Taken by the Aliens was, but oddly enough it is a little over half the size of Taken by the Aliens in word count. I wanted to shrink the branches a little but expand on the scenes themselves. It feels good after a second draft although I am tempted to put in one more small branch of choices. I am resisting for now because once you start adding choices, it can get hard to stop.

Now I take a week off from looking at the book before doing my final edits. My process looks like this.

Write the Thing.

Take a week off and not look at it. In my case, I moved to Wisconsin and unpacked so it was closer to three weeks.

Next I open it up and add the bookmarks and hyperlinks for the choices. As I do this, I also read everything and fix typos and rewrite some parts. For some reason, I used the term “balls deep” like eighty times.

Now I take a week off and probably outline my next big project. If I am feeling brave, I may start writing said big project.

After the week off, I go back and do my last read and weed out any more typos. If I feel confident that I got them all, I will publish to Amazon. If the number of typos was high, I may take another week off and come back later to do another run through.

My original goal was to write this Thing and have it published in three months. Moving, wife’s gall bladder surgery and the freaking holidays messed with that a bit and now it is looking like a six month project. I am disappointed but that is offset by the fact that I am proud of this book. It deals with infidelity from several different angles and has a nice mix of vanilla and kinky sex. I wish my speed was faster but at least I am happy with the quality.

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Mar 082017
 

I am about to embark on a big novel and one of my first hurdles with any novel is deciding what kind of job the main character has or had before all this sex stuff happens. Jobs help define characters in the minds of the readers but for me, it helps me understand what kind of skills or personality the character has. A scientist for example is going to approach magic and threesomes a bit differently than a freelance artist.

Part of my problem when it comes to thinking of jobs is my own work history has been insane. As a teen I worked at two different fast-food chicken places. Dropping out of college, I worked ten years in a car factory. I then worked with a telephone company auditing calls, had a stint as a lab technician and worked a few months at a gas station. I am very fortunate to have married well and no longer need to work but I feel like my lack of experiences hamstring me when I write characters.

The fact of the matter is that the job I have the most experience with is being a writer. Which I guess is why 80% of horror novels seem to be about writers. I don’t know about you, but when I read that a main character is a writer, I have a hard time not thinking the author is writing themselves as the main hero. It bugs me so I refuse to do it.

Which brings me back to today. I have a character in mind and he will be a modern day Prophet/Cult Leader. Traditionally cult leaders are charismatic con men who upgrade their cons to becoming a religion. I intend my character to actually have contact with Higher Powers and serve more as a conduit for Divine Sex Orgies. I want him to be Real in the sense that he is trying to bring a new religion or philosophy to the world. With that in mind, I am skipping the usual con men cult leader professions like musicians, salesmen, and science fiction writers.

After a long meditation in the shower brought up nothing, I decided to resort to Google. As a writer, I’m not even sure what jobs people doing these days so I typed in “Most Common Jobs” as a starter search.

The result was this article from 2014. Here is the money quote, “The top three are all basically in the retail industry: salespeople, cashiers, and fast-food workers.”

Holy shit, it turns out that my gas station cashier experience puts me in the top three of most common jobs.

I will admit, as a writer of science fiction and fantasy, I was a bit disappointed by these choices. They don’t exactly inspire character ideas and look, salespeople are already likely to be cult leaders. I thought about refining my search for something more interesting.

But something nagged at me. Those are some real shit jobs for far too many people. I often think of my own poor job experience as a personal thing because I dropped out of college. A lot of people in the work force did graduate college and they still work fast-food and sales. If I have learned anything from the financial crisis of 2008, it is that it is harder and harder for the middle class to stay afloat when all the good jobs are somewhere else or don’t exist in the first place. That sucks.

It seems to me that maybe a fast-food worker might be the kind of person to understand that the world needs changing; perhaps by starting a cult and preaching a message from a Divine Sex Being.

Mar 072017
 

Bad girls have more fun and in erotica they certainly have more sex. Queen of Swords by Alana Melos is the first book in a series about a telepathic, telekinetic swordswoman for hire in a futuristic mega-corporation world. Caprice readily admits to having some mental issues when it comes to empathy as she likes to kill and fuck while telepathically linked to her victims/lovers. This is a very bad woman who likes her sex dark and nasty.

What was pleasantly surprising to me is how much good non-erotic action there was in this book. For every wonderful dark sex scene, and there are a lot, there is an equal number of action sequences that are equally riveting. Come for the hot sadistic sex and stay for the often equally sadistic fight scenes.

Another nice touch is how this book is filled with special characters. There is a vampire partner who is far more interesting than the usual vampire character in porn. There is a mysterious fixer who is not what he seems, a submissive magician and even the security guards have something different about them to elevate them above standard mooks.

I do want to stress that Caprice is a villain, so if you have problems with a character who murders an entire family to make a point, you may want to read elsewhere.

 

Mar 062017
 

I have successfully moved to Wisconsin. Our town is part of a blend of six or seven towns that overlap one another in the Fox valley region. They call it a valley but everything as far as the eye can see is on the same level plane. I have never seen so much flat space.

So far Wisconsin is really nice. Rent, utilities and insurance is low but food is a bit pricey. People are friendly and forgiving of this awestruck Southerner. Best of all, I have seen zero Confederate Flags which is a very welcome change from East Tennessee.

Writing wise, I finished the first draft to my next interactive erotica book and will start editing it next week. This week I am still unpacking and making sense of where everything goes. My study consists of a computer desk, computer, writing altar and 89 boxes. I have no idea where to put the stuff in those boxes as the apartment layout is a bit smaller than my last. I foresee a lot of things going into the garage.

I have a rather overly ambitious idea for a series of novels about a magical cult leader who tries to change the world. Each book would be about a different member of this cult and it would have equal amounts of pulp action and magical erotica. The more I think about it, the bigger it gets and I feel that at my current rate of writing, it is too big of a project to attempt. It doesn’t help that my interactive fiction sells three times as much as my normal fiction. I have every reason NOT to do it but the idea won’t leave my head and as creative folks know, that pretty much means I will be doing it anyway.

Oh well, time for me to open more boxes and hopefully find the stand that the monitor goes on. Tune in tomorrow when I will talk about my favorite erotica book I read during the moving process.

 

Mar 012017
 

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated “Our Infinite Love of the Queen” by Royal Astronomers. This is a busy system with fourteen inhabited worlds. I have surveyed the primary functions of all of the worlds and will be making my landing on the sixth world.

This world used to be called Battle Planet but has been renamed by the Carefully Managed Democracy to now be known as Healthy Violence Outlet Center. The world has been terraformed to be a giant battle ground where armed gladiators fight each other. These battles are broadcast through the Democracy for the entertainment of the masses. I have watched a few of the fights and I am impressed by the production values. It is my duty as a Royal Navy Explorer to investigate further and relay what I can learn so that Queen Erishella may incorporate these techniques for her own amusements.

It is a shame that Royal Navy protocol forbids me from participating in these games. I feel I could learn more if I was involved but I understand that my exploration mission is too important to risk just for a chance to kill some aliens for money and prizes. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I have entered myself into a deathmatch game. The first prize is a year subscription to a pornographic entertainment stream. I have seen how these aliens fight; I have no doubt that I could kill all of them. They play to the cameras where as I will fight to win.

Plus, this is going to be a lot of fun.

Vaquel Di ran across the open street. Her orange spacesuit clung to every jiggling, pumping curve. Laser fire hissed behind her and Vaquel ran faster. She reached the corner of a battle-scarred building and dived behind it.

Something slammed into the building and it shook. Vaquel stayed where she was and readied her plasma pistol. Nervously, she ran her fingers through her short pink hair. Her heart was racing and she almost out of breath.

“Fuck, this is fun!” Vaquel whispered. Fighting for her life was remarkably relaxing. There were no exploration surveys to complete or reports to compose. It was nice to just run and shoot things for a change.

From the street came the sound of running feet. Whoever had shot at her was chasing after her. They had thought Vaquel had kept running.

Vaquel smiled. All of her opponents were Zatty, a race of three meter tall aliens with highly developed musculature who thought that since Vaquel was smaller, that she was afraid of them. They didn’t know her very well.

The sound of running feet came closer.

Vaquel stepped around the corner and took aim. The Zatty fighter wore a suit of armor covered in sponsorship stickers. He had a large laser rifle that he carried at his hip. Faster than Vaquel thought was possible, the Zatty fired his rifle.

The laser shot went over her head. The Zatty made the same mistake that the other fighters had today: he had instinctively aimed for where a Zatty’s head would be instead of where the much shorter Vaquel’s head was.

HISS! Vaquel’s plasma pistol spat a charge of super-heated matter. It went through the Zatty’s crotch and out the other side. The rest of his body turned to sludge or caught fire depending on its melting point.

“CROTCHSHOT!”

Vaquel smiled. The speakers around the battlefield announced every special feat. She hadn’t read all of the rules but she knew you got bonus points for hitting people in the crotch, stabbing someone and weirdly, pushing someone off a ledge. Head shots gave you the most points though, which is why so many Zatty kept trying and failing to shoot hers.

Something shimmered at the edge of the street. Vaquel almost took cover before she recognized the source. It was one of the many flying cameras that broadcasted the event.

Vaquel turned and presented her profile to the camera. She grabbed one of her heavy breasts through her thin spacesuit and gave it a squeeze. The camera stayed pointed at her as she wiggled her ass.

Millions of beings were watching her. They had seen her kill five Zatty today as well as shake her ass. The thought of being admired sent shivers down Vaquel’s spine and down to her very wet pussy.

She thought about stroking herself on camera. Was that allowed? Fuck them if it isn’t.

Her hand was halfway down to her crotch when “HEADSHOT!” rang out.

“Someone is getting their points,” Vaquel said. She stopped posing and took cover behind a damaged wall.

“HEADSHOT!”

“Was it the same fighter?” Vaquel wondered.

“HEADSHOT!”

KILL STREAK!”

“Hmm, same fighter,” Vaquel said. She took a cautious look around. This battle zone used to be an agricultural town. What few buildings remained were burned out husks or just partial walls. There was plenty of cover but no where truly safe.

“HEADSHOT!”

Wait, there was an old grain silo. It was the tallest structure remaining. If one had a sniper weapon, it would be the perfect nest.

Vaquel crouched low to the ground and started to run towards the silo. Thankfully nothing tore her head off. She kept to the shadows and tried to use whatever cover she could find.

Headless bodies dotted the street; telling her places not to go.

“HEADSHOT!”

Vaquel dove to the ground, only realizing belatedly that it wasn’t announcing her head being shot. She crawled another meter and reached the broken door to the silo. A smile broke across her face. Now all she had to do was jump the sniper. Maybe she will push the sniper over the ledge and get those bonus points?

“FINAL TWO! SHOWDOWN!”

That meant there were only two fighters left. Vaquel purred. It was almost over too soon. She had really enjoyed killing people today.

Vaquel stepped through the door way and took a look. A ladder led up to a ledge. On the ledge was a bald Zatty woman, looking through the lens of a long rifle. The woman wore black bands across her red muscular body.

The sniper woman was completely oblivious to Vaquel’s presence. If Vaquel wanted to, she could probably shoot her from here with her plasma pistol. That would be the safe thing to do.

Where was the fun in that?

Vaquel crept to the ladder. As quietly as possible, she put her foot on the first rung. Stepping up, she grabbed the next rung. Ever so slowly, she worked her way up to the ladder.

As Vaquel climbed, she felt her nipples harden. The tight suit seemed to be pulling on her pussy lips. The excitement of the impending kill was making her body come alive. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning.

The sniper woman still had her back to Vaquel. She scanned from left to right, looking for the last fighter, never knowing that her death was right behind her.

Vaquel stood up on the ledge and drew her plasma pistol. As tempting as it was to push the sniper woman out of the silo, Vaquel remembered how damn heavy these Zatty were. It was safer to use her gun. Besides, at range she could finally get a headshot.

HISS! The plasma pistol fired and super-hot matter shot through the sniper woman’s head and kept going. The woman’s head however remained and kept scanning the battleground.

“Fuck,” Vaquel whispered. She just shot a hologram.

Something hard smashed into her hand. Vaquel dropped the plasma pistol and cried out.

A hard blow slammed into Vaquel’s knee. Pain flared through her leg and she dropped to the ground.

A large hand grabbed the back of her head. Vaquel was helpless as it slammed her face first into the floor. Stars exploded in front of her eyes.

Vaquel was in a daze. Pain gripped her hand and knee. She couldn’t focus her eyes. Dimly she was aware of being picked up and dragged to the silo opening. Cameras hovered in the air, ready to record her demise.

Shit, someone is going to get those falling ledge points after all.

“What’s your name?” the Zatty woman asked.

“Fuck you,” Vaquel said weakly.

“Nice name, Fuck-U. My name is Sureshot.”

Vaquel tried to kick Sureshot but the red woman easily blocked her kick.

“Just go ahead and finish me,” Vaquel said.

“Whatever you say, Fuck-U.”

Sureshot grabbed the front of Vaquel’s spacesuit. Powerful fingers sunk into the fabric and then pulled. RIP! The flimsy material tore away to expose Vaquel’s heavy brown breasts.

“What the?” Vaquel asked. She was spun around and held up to the cameras.

“STRIPPING!”

That was a thing? Vaquel really wished that she had read the rules manual. For that matter, she realized that she probably should have watched an entire fight play out instead of channel surfing.

Still holding Vaquel up with one hand around Vaquel’s neck, Sureshot used her other hand to slap Vaquel’s breasts. The large red hand flattened Vaquel’s soft flesh.

“WIMPSLAP!”

Vaquel growled with rage. No one was going to score bonus points on her! She grabbed the fingers around her neck and tried to pry the iron grip apart.

Sureshot chuckled and grabbed Vaquel’s breast with her free hand. Sureshot’s giant hand fit over her breast like a bra. The red fingers sunk into her soft tit and squeezed. Next, she twisted Vaquel’s breast with sadistic glee.

“CRUELTY!”

Vaquel winced. Her breast felt like it was about to be torn off. If the Zatty wanted to, there was nothing Vaquel could do about it.

There was another twist and a bolt of pain flashed from Vaquel’s tortured breast. The bolt shot through her body and slammed into her pussy. There it transformed into pleasure as a wave of dampness flowed through her.

“Like that, Fuck-U?” Sureshot asked.

Vaquel was groaning too hard to answer. Whether it was from pleasure or pain was too close to call.

Sureshot released Vaquel’s breast. Fingers tore into the crotch of Vaquel’s spacesuit. They ripped away the fabric to reveal the pink pubic hair of her bush.

“STRIPPING!”

The cameras zoomed closer. Vaquel knew they were broadcasting her dripping wet sex to the paying customers. Her cheeks burned with humiliation but her pussy clenched with desire.

Still, Vaquel had to fight. She wiggled as Sureshot adjusted her grip, Vaquel smashed an elbow into the bald woman’s face. Unfortunately she hit Sureshot’s forehead and it felt like she rammed her elbow into a stone wall.

“Nice try, Fuck-U,” Sureshot said. She slammed Vaquel face first into the floor.

Pain exploded in Vaquel’s head followed by grateful unconsciousness.

“PENETRATION!”

Vaquel awoke with a start. Something thick and wonderful was inside her sex. It was ramming in and out of her. She was taking an incredible fucking.

The floor pressed against Vaquel’s face. A powerful hand held Vaquel’s head down. Her knees were together and propping her ass up in the air. A boot nudged her slumping tit.

The thrusting came faster. Vaquel groaned. It was large, thick and hard. She might be fingers but it was too rigid. When it pushed deep inside her sex, something thicker pressed against her lips.

Vaquel groaned. It was a pistol. Sureshot was fucking her with a pistol. If Vaquel tried to move, one squeeze of the trigger and that would be it.

So Vaquel took it. She stayed where she was as Sureshot pounded her sex with her weapon. Unwilling and unable to escape, Vaquel decided to enjoy the moment.

A camera floated next to Vaquel’s face. She saw her moaning face reflected in the lens. Drool was flowing from her open mouth and pooling on the floor.

The fucking got faster. Vaquel groaned and clutched at the dirty floor. The thrusts came harder and she welcomed the rough rutting. She rolled her hips and tried to hump the pistol.

Vaquel’s orgasm came closer. She reached under her and rubbed at her pussy lips. Distantly, she realized that she should be trying to escape but she was beyond caring. If today was the day she died, she was at least going to get off.

The pistol pulled out of Vaquel’s sex. Sureshot yanked Vaquel’s hand away from her sex. Vaquel yelled a primal scream as she prevented from coming.

“DENIAL!”

“Seriously?” Vaquel shouted. She really should have read the rulebook!

Sureshot picked Vaquel up and spun her upside down. Vaquel was too disoriented to fight back. The sniper pulled both of Vaquel’s arms behind her back and then wrapped her massive hand around Vaquel’s wrists. With one hand, Sureshot immobilized Vaquel’s hands.

Vaquel realized she was facing Sureshot’s bare crotch. The woman must have stripped when Vaquel was unconscious. The red sex lips were hairless and had a small bulls-eye tattooed above her sex.

Sureshot pulled Vaquel’s head to her sex. The sniper leaned forward and her powerful thighs enclosed around Vaquel’s head. There was no escape.

It was clear what Vaquel had to do. She opened her mouth and went to work licking at Sureshot’s sex. A river of desire flowed from the red pussy and into Vaquel’s mouth.

“ORAL!”

Vaquel kept licking. Strong thighs clenched around her head. It was hard to breathe but Vaquel kept at it.

Sureshot moaned and shivered. In complete control of Vaquel’s body, she rubbed the space explorer’s face against her sex. She humped Vaquel like she was a sextoy.

It didn’t bother Vaquel. She had lost and it was Sureshot’s right. Back on Euphoria, the strong conquered and the weak sucked and licked. Vaquel licked, nibbled and sucked on Sureshot’s pussy with a fervor that was almost patriotic.

“You’re going to make me come, Fuck-U,” Sureshot groaned.

Vaquel licked faster.

Sureshot trembled. Her grip loosened around Vaquel’s wrists.

Hope sprang within Vaquel. She might not be dead yet. Sureshot might get careless when she comes.

Vaquel used all of the tricks that she had learned from her space travels. She moaned to make her lips vibrate like that one alien did. She rubbed her nose against Sureshot’s clit like she learned on that ice planet. She spelled the alphabet of a dead planet with her tongue.

Sureshot screamed her climax. It was a powerful yell that shook Vaquel’s rib cage. She grinded Vaquel’s face into her spasming sex until she could take no more and then she dropped Vaquel to the floor.

“SATISFACTION!”

Vaquel landed hard. Her lips were bruised and her head was splitting It didn’t matter. She opened juice-covered eyes and looked for a weapon.

There, her plasma pistol was right beside her.

Vaquel lunged for her pistol and grabbed it. Her hands were numb from being squeezed but she kept a firm grip. She aimed the pistol towards Sureshot, who already had a pistol of her own in her hand.

ZAP! Pain overtook Vaquel. The pistol dropped from her fingers. She couldn’t tell where she had been shot because her entire body hurt. It didn’t matter. Darkness overtook her.

“INCAPACITATION!”

Vaquel awoke in a bed. She tried to sit up but her head hurt too much.

“Careful, Fuck-U,” a voice said. It was a Zatty male in white robes.

“I’m not dead?” Vaquel asked.

The Zatty laughed. “No, you’re lucky that Sureshot invoked her incapacitation option. It was a stun beam that struck you. She must have taken a liking to you. You’ll live.”

“Praise the Queen!” Vaquel said. She had faced death and decided that she didn’t like it much.

“We aren’t familiar with your species to do a full medical treatment but feel free to rest here until someone else needs the bed,” the Zatty said. “Oh, and Sureshot said to give you this.”

He handed Vaquel a small disc. Vaquel recognized it as the primary method of transferring data among the Zatty.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“It is the year long access to pornographic entertainment stream,” he said. “Sureshot said she gets all of her orgasms from her opponents.”

“I bet she does,” Vaquel said. She laid on the bed, wondering if she was stupid enough to ask Sureshot for a rematch.

Feb 012017
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day twenty of my forty-one day journey to the star system designated “Our Infinite Love of the Queen” by Royal Astronomers. Ship functions are nominal and I continue to operate well within efficiency standards.

I have been receiving transmissions from other ships travelling this area of space but the transmissions appear to be coded. A typical transmission from a freighter read as “4OS4P-C/HO” or “2P2OS4ANY-GH/C”. I recognize the C/HO and the GH/C as navigational directions that were taught at the Polite Visitor Welcoming Center. The first letters reference a planet of origin within the Carefully Managed Democracy and the second letters refer to a destination planet. These planets form a line that mirrors the course of the ships. With this in mind, I believe this is a coded system communicating ship needs to other ships in search of barter. I am currently trying to crack the rest of the code. End Transmission.

Explorer’s Personal Log: As I was masturbating in the shower, I made a breakthrough with the code. I made my own broadcast of “3OSANYP – HO/PK” and received a response. We are now rendezvousing to make the transaction and we will see if I am correct.”

“Five minutes to interception,” the navigation computer reported.

Vaquel Di moaned and leaned back on Chairbot. The space explorer’s brown body was naked. Hard dark nipples topped massive breasts. Short pink hair crowned her head while curly pink hair covered her sex. Her bright eyes were half closed as she enjoyed the vibrations radiating from the seat of her faithful robot.

A part of the seat rose to press firmly against Vaquel’s sex. She instinctively leaned into it. The vibrations of the raised contoured increased.

“No, no, no,” Vaquel groaned. “Too much. We still have five minutes.”

“Sorry, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “Your clenching ass inspires me to serve you better.” The raised contour retreated back into the seat.

A navigation screen showed the relation between Vaquel’s probe ship and the approaching freighter. Both ships were headed in different directions but they shared an interception point. For one brief moment, they will be close enough to touch.

The ship’s computer made a few course corrections to Vaquel’s trajectory. The freighter made similar corrections. The single point expanded to become a segment. For eighteen point nine minutes, the two ships will share a course path before diverging back to their original destinations.

Vaquel’s ass grinded on Chairbot’s vibrating seat. Eighteen point nine minutes wasn’t long but that was the cruelty of space travel. Even this small of a course correction would require tremendous power expenditures to make up for lost vectors. Any longer and Vaquel’s journey to the next star system would be delayed past acceptable limits and the freighter would have to expend fuel that would cut into its profit margins. Eighteen point nine minutes would have to do.

This is why Vaquel was on Chairbot. She needed to get ready. There would be no time for foreplay.

There were other ships on the navigation screen. Vaquel marveled at the multitude of course interceptions. After six years of traveling alone, Vaquel easily understood why so many ships were willing to risk their schedule to make contact with another stranger.

“Freighter approaching,” the navigational computer said.

Vaquel reluctantly left Chairbot’s vibrating seat and stood up. She went to the airlock and looked out the window. The freighter was an ugly thing, mostly a large rectangle with other rectangles attached to it.

A tube emerged from the freighter. That would be the docking tunnel. Vaquel’s ship adjusted speed and orientation to line up with the tunnel. When the tunnel reached Vaquel’s ship, powerful magnets latched onto Vaquel’s hull.

The ship shuddered slightly as the connection was made. Vaquel clenched as if she had been entered. Her hand went to a hard nipple and tweaked it.

“Preparing docking environment,” the computer announced.

Vaquel licked her lips. The clock was already ticking. Adding air and heat to the tunnel was essential for survival but she still resented it. Eighteen point nine minutes was not long at all. She twisted her nipple; taking out her frustration on her own body.

“Environment complete,” the computer announced.

Vaquel opened the airlock and kicked her way down the tunnel. There was no gravity but that was fine. She didn’t need gravity, just friction.

The freighter airlock opened. Out came a naked Zatty male. Like others of his species, he was three meters tall, red, highly muscular and little body hair. His large cock was already hard. Three other Zatty makes were close behind him.

“Are you the three orifices seeking any plugs?” the Zatty male said.

“Yes, I am,” Vaquel said. They were ten meters away and closing fast.

“What kind of species are you?” the Zatty asked. “You have tiny tits like a teenager.”

“Euphorian,” Vaquel said. She wasn’t bothered by the insult to her tits because she had seen the enormous breasts of Zatty women. “And I thought you wanted my orifices, not my tits.”

“Positive,” the male said. “I’m Captain Kerpar by the way.”

“”I don’t give a fuck,” Vaquel said. She rotated her body in the air so that her feet were pointed to the Captain. Her legs spread as she stroked her sex.

The Captain nodded. He rotated his body vertically so that his body was ninety degrees to hers. His red cock pointed towards her in a biological imitation of the docking tunnel.

When they were close enough, The Captain grabbed her legs. He pulled her to him and she slid easily onto his red member. The docking maneuver was complete when Vaquel wrapped her legs around his large waist.

“Fuck,” Vaquel groaned. Like all Zatty, he was hung like a riding beast. He filled her tight sex to the limit. Fortunately, Chairbot’s teasing had properly lubricated her pussy.

“Shit lasers!” the Captain roared. “Your fuck-station is as tight as a black hole!”

Vaquel grabbed one of his nipples and pinched it. “Shut up and fuck me.”

The Captain laughed and grabbed one of her breasts with his giant hand. His fingers completely engulfed her breast and he squeezed hard. He used his other hand to grab half her ass. Holding her firmly, he held her in place as his hips thrust towards her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried. He pounded her with a desperate fury that only comes from a long space voyage. His cock was a ram, plunging deep inside her with unbridled desire.

The other Zatty males gather around them. They held their cocks and stroked as they watched. None tried to join in and Vaquel understood. Being the Captain has its privileges.

“Shit lasers, shit lasers, shit lasers,” the Captain groaned. The force of his thrusts sent their bodies into a slow spin. Around and round they rotated inside the docking tunnel.

There was nothing for Vaquel to do except take the furious pounding. It had been awhile since she had been fucked in such a primal manner. There was no attempt at technique or seduction. She was just an orifice to be used and used and used. It was damn nice. She made a vow to intercept a lot more ships in the coming days.

The Captain changed his grip. He let go of Vaquel’s breast and she realized it had gone numb. Keeping her on his cock, he spun her around so he could look down on her ass. His hands encircled her hips as he resumed fucking her.

Vaquel cried out. He was giving his hips a break and using his hands to fuck her. She was like a sex toy that he was using to jack off with.

A thousand prickles assaulted her previously numb breast. Circulation was returning to her poor tit. Vaquel cried out from the discomfort and clenched down tighter on the massive cock.

Around them, the three Zatty men continued to masturbate. Vaquel wondered if they would join in or if they would be forced to only watch. The idea of being unobtainable turned her on. She imagined them going back to their ship, jacking off for weeks thinking about the brown alien they couldn’t fuck.

That thought sent Vaquel over the edge. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried. As she climaxed, her pussy quivered around the Captain’s cock.

“Shit lasers,” the Captain moaned. His fingers tightened painfully around Vaquel’s waist. He slammed her down hard on his cock. His balls bounced against her in the zero gravity.

The cock erupted in side Vaquel. A gush of hot seed filled her sex. It was too much and it overflowed her tight pussy. He kept her pinned to his twitching cock as seed flowed from her pussy lips.

The Zatty men came closer. There was a gleam in their eyes. One by one, they smiled.

Vaquel looked at them and knew they would be joining in after all.

The Captain pulled out of Vaquel. He gave her a gentle push to the ground. “Have at her boys,” he said. “I need to go relieve Squeaky so he can get a turn.”

“There’s a fifth crew member?” Vaquel said. Her hand went to her sex. It was tender from the cock punching it had taken.

“Hey, your ad did say ‘For any’,” The Captain said.

Vaquel laughed. She was going to be more specific in the future.

The Captain kicked his way down the tunnel. The three Zatty men stayed around Vaquel. Their red cocks throbbed in her direction but no one moved.

“This was the difference between officers and crew,” Vaquel thought to herself. She said out loud to them, “You heard him boys, fuck my brains out.”

The Zatty men lunged at her. The first to grab her claimed her hips. He pulled her sex to his cock and slipped in. It didn’t seem to matter to him that her pussy was still full of the Captain’s seed. He plunged right in.

Vaquel wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his shoulders. She looked him in the eyes as he thrust inside her. He tried to return the gaze but his eyes kept going to her bouncing floating breasts.

“My name is-“ he began to say but Vaquel clamped her hand over his mouth.

“Don’t care. Just fuck,” she said.

One of the other Zatty men floated to the ceiling. He grabbed a handful of Vaquel’s short pink hair. His red cock was already on an intercept course for her mouth.

Vaquel opened her lips and his cock slid right in. It was hard to get her jaws around such a big member but Vaquel had a lot of practice. She got the head between her lips pushed on the Zatty’s thighs to keep him from going any further. He made a groan of disappointment but once her tongue went to work, he didn’t seem to mind anymore.

The Zatty inside her fucked her slowly. He had none of the Captain’s desperate fury. That was fine with Vaquel. Her pussy was still tender and a nice slow fucking by a big dick was just what she needed.

She kept sucking on the cock head in her mouth. As long as she kept sucking, the Zatty didn’t try to thrust down her throat. He kept his fingers in her hair as she licked and she liked constant tugging he gave her scalp. Large red balls floated and bounced against her face.

“Where did the third Zatty go?” Vaquel thought to herself.

Something wet spattered against her ass. Large hands spread her butt cheeks. A thick finger rubbed something wet and slippery against her anus.

“There he is,” Vaquel thought. “Oh well, I did advertise three orifices. Thank the Queen that I took that Sphincter Relaxer.”

The unseen Zatty pressed something impossibly large against her asshole. Vaquel’s medicated ass relaxed as the familiar shape of a cock pushed in. Her anus stretched to accommodate the bulky head.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out with a cock still in her mouth. Even with the Sphincter Relaxer, it was a tight fit. She almost forgot about other cocks as her focus shrunk down to the invader in her ass.

All three Zattys fucked her at every hole. Slow thrusts filled her pussy. Slower thrusts filled her ass. The cock head in her mouth throbbed and twitched, ready to thrust as soon as she stopped licking. The thrusts generated a slight spin as the four bodies rotated together in the zero gravity tunnel.

“I am a docking station for dicks,” Vaquel thought. “No, I’m a dicking station.”

She giggled at her own joke. The giggles created vibrations around the dick in her mouth. The Zatty groaned and his balls twitched against her face.

The Zatty cock in her ass delved just a little bit deeper. Vaquel shuddered as she slowly invaded. Her ass clenched tightly despite the sexual supplement she had taken.

An alien grabbed one of her breasts. She couldn’t tell which one. Someone else, or maybe the same Zatty, grabbed her other breast. Both hands held onto her tits with powerful grips. Was someone being selfish or were they sharing?

Vaquel’s pussy quivered round the cock inside it. The cock was going just a little bit faster inside her. Pussy juice and the Captain’s seed lubed the way. Stroke by stroke, she was being brought closer to orgasm.

Who would come first? The cock she was sucking? The cock that filled her pussy? The cock that stretched her asshole? Maybe it would be Vaquel, impaled on three alien dicks.

It was Vaquel. She felt her orgasm rising in slow motion. The double thrusts of the cocks inside her pussy and ass inched her closer and closer. When it finally burst, screamed her pleasure onto the cock in her mouth.

As she screamed and came, the cock in her mouth exploded. Thick seed filled her mouth and flooded her throat. She choked but also swallowed as she kept coming.

While she choked, the cock in her pussy released. More seed filled her stuffed sex. The cock pulsed, expelling load after load inside her.

The cock in her ass came soon after. If she thought her pussy was filled with seed, it was nothing compared to the feeling of what was rushing into her tight anus. Seed filled her from the inside out.

Vaquel thought she was going to burst. Alien seed was filling her at every orifice. It felt like it was bloating her body and would come spilling out of her spores.

The Zatty men pulled out of her. Vaquel gasped for air. Her pussy ached from her seed that filled her. Once the cock left her ass, she felt strangely incomplete.

Vaquel drifted lazily in the tunnel. She was spent and exhausted. It didn’t matter how much time was left, she was done.

That was when she noticed a newcomer to the tunnel. It looks like a strange robot with four long legs at first but Vaquel realized her mistake. The metal legs were some sort of harness for the organic creature manipulating the legs. The animal looked like some kind of meter long blue fish but the dual blowholes signaled it was perhaps a mammal. It had a snout with far too many teeth for Vaquel’s comfort and the narrow eyes suggested a carnivore’s diet.

“What the fuck is that?” Vaquel asked.

“You never seen a Pinzee before?” one of the Zatty men said. “They thrive in zero gravity and are hard workers but horny as fuck. You’ll like him.”

“He fucks bipeds?” Vaquel says.

Another Zatty laughed. “Squeaky fucks anything that moves and sometimes things that move too slowly.”

Squeaky emitted a long series of high pitched squeaks. Some of the squeaks were outside the range of Vaquel’s hearing but she felt the sonic vibrations in her tits. The Zatty laughed and she wondered if it had said something funny.

The Zatty men began their float back to their ship. Squeaky’s four legs extended in cardinal directions to grip the sides of the wall. He raced towards Vaquel with determined narrow eyes. Something blue extended from a slit under him. It looked thankfully narrower than the Zatty cocks.

“I did say any plug,” Vaquel sighed. She rolled over and floated with her ass up and her pussy presented to the alien fish.

Squeaky squeaked in what Vaquel hoped was a positive manner. It stood over her and small metal arms reached for. Manipulator grips grabbed her thighs and pulled her to him.

The creature’s narrow dick poked at her pussy. It wiggled and stroked her sensitive lips. It had a nice slick texture but it wasn’t going inside her.

Vaquel took matters into her own hands. She reached for the slippery appendage and guided it in. Once inside, it wiggled with increased fury.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out. It was almost vibrating inside her sex. After all the large alien dicks, this is exactly what she needed.

Squeaky squeaked. A second set of mechanical arms grabbed her tits while the first set of hands held onto her hips. The fish humped her, his cool body slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, Squeaky, you’re pretty damn good!” Vaquel cried. She clenched down on the wiggle appendage inside her.

Squeaky stopped squeaking. A powerful vibration grew inside. It intensified and filled her entire sex.

Vaquel thought it was coming from the appendage but no, it felt like a sonic tool. She remembered how some aquatic creatures navigate by sonar. Could Squeaky be using his sonar in a sexual manner?

Whatever it was, it felt wonderful. Squeaky’s wiggling cock was like a primitive vibrator by itself but the sonic field was a whole other level of bliss. It felt like two vibrators were inside her, their vibrations in symbiosis with each other.

Zatty seed floated around them. It was everywhere. A floating sphere of seed touched her lips and stuck to them. More seed floated into her body and clung to her skin.

Vaquel was dimly aware of these sensations. All of her attention was on the vibrations inside her. Squeaky was also thrusting, filling her body with much needed friction. Vaquel lacked the awareness to participate in the fucking as she succumbed to the vibrations.

“Two minutes, Squeaky,” the Captain’s voice announced in the tunnel.

Squeaky emitted a sharp squeak and the sonic vibrations inside Vaquel’s pussy vanished. She whimpered but they soon returned, this time with double the intensity.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She climaxed as the vibrations continue to hum inside her.

Squeaky kept fucking her. The wiggling cock spun and thrust inside her. The sonic field intensified.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she came again.

The metal arms creaked as they held Squeaky in place. A nebula of seed floated around the two mating bodies. The cool slick flesh of the fish creature kept slapping against Vaquel’s sweaty ass.

“Glory!” Vaquel croaked before her voice gave out. She came again as she hung loosely in the metal arms.

The sonic field disappeared but the wiggling cock telescoped deep inside Vaquel. As she gasped, she felt the burst of something thick and sticky inside her. There was one burst, a second and then a third before the wiggling cock pulled out of her completely.

“Fuck,” Vaquel whispered. Metal arms released her. She floated down to the floor of the docking tunnel. Seed gushed from her over-stuffed sex to add to the mess already floating.

Something sharp nipped her ass. Vaquel cried out and looked at Squeaky. It had bitten her ass! Was that a smile on its long snout?

“One minute warning,” Vaquel’s ship announced.

Squeaky emitted a sharp squeak. Vaquel agreed.

“Time’s up,” she said.

The metal legs quickly traversed the length of the tunnel and in not time, Squeaky was back inside his freighter. Vaquel wasn’t so lucky. She had to move on her own power. Summoning what was left of her strength, she crouched and then launched herself through the tunnel back to her ship.

Vaquel groaned. She ached inside and out. Her breasts were sore from being squeezed in the vice grips of the Zatty. Her asshole hurt. She had a tender jaw. Her pussy sensitive and she was leaking seed with every jump.

But still, she kept jumping through the tunnel. She was naked, sore and exhausted but death by vacuum was a hell of a motivator.

Vaquel reached the airlock and dived through. Gravity pulled her down to the ground and she landed hard. She didn’t care. The door sealed on its own behind her. The tunnel disengaged. The ship hummed as it resumed course to her next destination.

“Are you alright, Mistress?” Chairbot asked. “Would you like to sit on my nice relaxing seat and rest?”

Vaquel laughed. “I think I will stay on the floor a bit.”

“The computer said a second ship has responded to your broadcast,” Chairbot said. “They are sending rendezvous coordinates and propose intersecting in nine hours.”

“Nine hours?” Vaquel said. She slipped an arm under her head. Something was sticking to her arm. She licked it. It was Zatty seed.

“Wake me up in eight hours so I can take a shower,” Vaquel said, still on the floor.

She was snoring before Chairbot could answer.

Jan 262017
 

My wife got the job offer for Wisconsin so yay! She still has the drug test and background check to go which shouldn’t be a problem and then we scramble. Our target date for her to start work is the first week of March.

Which means we have roughly a month, and the shortest month at that, to pack. I had planned to finish my interactive erotica story this month but fuck that. Life comes at you fast and quick.

I am grateful that after two plus months we finally have some sort of answer on this job. Finding a place to live, packing and actually moving is going to absorb a ton of my time but it is much better to have an impossible task in front of you rather than sitting around waiting to see if you are going to stay around for a year. I remind myself that we moved to Tennessee in a shorter amount of time and that involved packing a house as opposed to the current apartment so it should be easier. Should.

It is strange how moving to a new state has been a wonderful distraction from the Orange Shitstain ruining the country. I plan to enjoy that a bit.

Jan 162017
 

I wrote two stories for the webcomic, Tales of Gnosis College. Gnosis College is a place where students and professors tend to engage in erotic mad science that gets out of control. It is written by Dr. Fausts and drawn by Lon Ryden. My contributions were also drawn by Lon Ryden. The first story I wrote stands alone but it also works as a sort of indirect prelude to the second story which ran through the last four months of 2016.

The second story has wrapped up and archive pages have been set up. For your convenience, I made a list of links here.

Trial by Curiosity

Nion Encephalon Enrichment Part One

Nion Encephalon Enrichment Part Two

Nion Encephalon Enrichment Part Three

Nion Encephalon Enrichment Part Four

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Jan 152017
 

This is a 8×11 of Vanessa Ives from the show, Penny Dreadful as drawn by Michael Powell.I am not kidding when I say that Michael is my go-to artist as the man can draw like no one else. From crazy sex fantasies to superheroes to likenesses, Michael can do it all.

Vanessa was played by the wonderful Eva Green which means she is a character that is simmering with dread sexuality of a type I can barely put words to. Vanessa had a strange, weird, sexy arc through the series and even with the series over I have a hard time explaining just what the fuck Vanessa’s deal was but it was always fascinating.

In the series she reads tarot cards, has visions, learns herbalism, has weird mind links, and might be the key to the apocalypse. Powers aside, what really made Vanessa magical was her aura of mystery. She was smart and often holding secrets for your own good. She was doomed, oh so very doomed, but she kept fighting. And when she was cornered, or pissed, then you best run because she will fuck your shit up.

What more could a witch aspire to be?

Jan 092017
 

Lakeview Cabin Collection is a group of small games organized around a fictional franchise of horror movies. You start in a theater and you have the option of “seeing” Lakeview Cabin III, IV, V and VI. Each theater takes you to a different puzzle oriented horror game.

The first game is probably the best at explaining how the games work. You start with four camp counselors charged with getting the camp ready for the summer. You are advised not to get drunk or have sex. The camp is a spacious area filled with rakes, beer, axes, hammers, gasoline and other fun items. It doesn’t take long to figure out how to get your characters naked in their full genital glory. It takes even shorter to accidentally hurt one of your characters with the before-mentioned axes, hammers and gasoline. It is a fun sandbox to play around with and get up to summer sex comedy shenanigans.

The shenanigans end when you notice someone nailed a bird to a wall. You also notice find some scribbled notes from the previous camp kids who were afraid of something. And hey, who is that mysterious man with the red mustache you see hiding in the woods?

As you can imagine, something terrible is coming to kill the counselors and you have to figure out how to take the dangerous items that maimed your counselors when you were dicking around and weaponize them.

The rest of the games play out in similar situations. Part Four is inspired by the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Part Five is a mystery set in an 80’s suburb in the style of Halloween or Nightmare on Elm Street. Part Six takes place on a space station and owes big debts to the Thing and Alien.

These games are wonderful tributes to different eras of horror. As a horror fan, I was impressed by how the designer was able to evoke and pay tribute to the movies that inspire him, without turning the games into pastiches. It is a tricky thing to do and I think the games are worth studying just to figure out what that fine line is. A pixel version of Alien’s Ripley as one of your characters works but what would have pushed it over and made it distracting? Hell if I know.

The games are also damn hard and I had to use a walkthrough for each one. It didn’t hurt my enjoyment any. Knowing you have to use a shotgun on a chainsaw wielding maniac doesn’t make shooting a maniac any less exciting.

Why does Lakeview Cabin start with Part III? Because Part I was a free-to-play browser game that you can play here. I suggest you give it a try to see if you like the style of play enough to buy the collection.

 

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