tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99426622024-03-23T12:52:50.453-05:00ErotiterroristShon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.comBlogger1288125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-73073378674902836592013-06-30T12:02:00.000-05:002013-06-30T12:02:18.681-05:00Relocation!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last Wednesday, Google sent an email to every blogger who's blog is consider adult in nature. The key part of the message was "<span id="advenueINTEXT" name="advenueINTEXT"><i>We will be updating our Content Policy to strictly prohibit the monetisation
of Adult content on Blogger. After June 30th 2013, we will be enforcing
this policy and will remove blogs which are adult in nature and are
displaying advertisements to adult websites.</i>"</span><br />
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<span id="advenueINTEXT" name="advenueINTEXT">With Google's usual diplomacy and communication skills, they declined to explain what counts as monetisation. Is it having pop-up porn ads on your site? Is it linking to your adult books on Amazon? Is it linking to your sexcam business? Adult bloggers don't know because Google won't elaborate.</span><br />
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<span id="advenueINTEXT" name="advenueINTEXT">The kicker for me was the cut-off date of June 30th. Four freaking days to back up and move your blog? I noticed that I didn't get an email telling me how to do that.</span><br />
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<span id="advenueINTEXT" name="advenueINTEXT">As an erotic writer, porn hobbyist and sex enthusiast, I often realize that my hobbies and interests will not be accepted by some people. That's cool. They're not my friends and I don't worry about them.</span><br />
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<span id="advenueINTEXT" name="advenueINTEXT">It is painfully clear to me that Google/Blogger isn't my friend either. They could have done this in a completely different manner and they choose not to. That's cool. I am going elsewhere and I am not going to worry about them.</span><br />
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<span id="advenueINTEXT" name="advenueINTEXT">Erotiterrorist is moving to <a href="http://shonrichards.com/">ShonRichards.com</a> hosted by Dreamhost. Please update whatever thingy you use to keep track of this stuff.</span><br />
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Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-27927938001045425732013-06-26T05:23:00.002-05:002013-06-26T05:23:29.470-05:00Fiction: Summer Bets“You see that woman in the white bikini?” Raul asked.<br /><br />Vimika opened her eyes. The sun was bright and blinded her. She covered her eyes and scanned the beach. A little further down the beach she saw the woman. She had bronze skin and a bright white bikini. Thick brown hair whipped in the wind. The woman was ankle deep in the water and going further out.<br /><br />“I see her,” Vimika said.<br /><br />“Good,” Raul said. The sun reflected off his own bronzed skin. “I bet you that her top falls off when she comes out of the water.”<br /><br />Vimika laughed. “Really? That bikini is pretty tight but I think you’ve got a case of wishful thinking.”<br /><br />“So you’re not taking my bet?” Raul asked.<br /><br />“What are you betting?” Vimika said.<br /><br />“What do you want?” Raul said.<br /><br />“If her top doesn’t come off,” Vimika said, “You have to wear my panties all day tomorrow. You’ll wear them under your trunks on the beach, you’ll wear them when we go out to eat and you’ll wear them when we fuck tomorrow.”<br /><br />“You kinky bitch,” Raul said. He laughed at it. “Oh man, you know how much I hate to wear your panties. I swear, I can still feel them riding up my ass from the last time.”<br /><br />“That’s what I want,” Vamika said. She watched as the bronze woman went further out. The water crashed against the woman’s hips and the woman froze in place.<br /><br />“Okay,” Raul said. “But if that’s what you want, what I want is to bust my nut on your face.”<br /><br />“Ha!” Vamika said. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want to jack that fat cock of yours and shoot your cream all over my black face, don’t you?<br /><br />She reached over to him and placed her hand over the rising bulge in his swim trunks. Her finger squeezed around the beast that was pulsing to be inside her. She squeezed until he moaned and then she let go.<br /><br />“Yeah, that’s what I want,” Raul said.<br /><br />“It’s a bet,” Vamika said.<br /><br />They watched in silence. The bronze woman walked until a wave crashed onto her shoulders. The woman sank into the water and let it come up to her neck.<br /><br />A seagull cried. A Chinese girl walked by with her chubby boyfriend. Vamika’s stomach rumbled and she regretted the hot dog she ate at the pier this morning.<br /><br />She thought about Raul wearing her panties. She would pick the pink ones. He hated those. She remembered how his hairy balls looked encased in frilly lace.<br /><br />Vamika’s pussy felt a flush of dampness.<br /><br />She thought about Raul coming on her face. He would stand before her while she knelt on the ground. His cock would be wet from her sucking on it. He would shoot a heavy lod on her and enjoy every splattered drop.<br /><br />Vamika’s pussy clenched with heat.<br /><br />“Here she comes,” Raul said. <br /><br />The bronze woman was heading out of the water. Her thick brown hair was plastered to her body now. She rose out of the water with one breast exposed. The pale flesh of her tanline was almost a spotlight on her exposed nipple.<br /><br />“No fucking way,” Vamika said.<br /><br />One brazen step was followed by another and another. The bronze woman looked to the left and right; perhaps looking for her towel. It was only when the water was below her knees did she notice her top. Even then, the bronze woman was slow to cover up and when she did it was with no urgency.<br /><br />“Son of a bitch,” Vamika said. “How did you know?” <br /><br />“I’ve been coming to Mermaid Beach since I was a teenager,” Raul said. “That woman has always been here and she always loses her top, no matter what she is wearing.”<br /><br />“Well played asshole,” Vamika said. “I’ll get you on the next bet.”<br /><br />She reached down from her chair and pushed her fingers into the sand. There were two columns of words, separated by a long line. On both sides of the line were various degradations, humiliations and dreams. With her finger, Vamika added ‘Facial’ to the column marked R. <br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-629532129178343672013-06-24T19:37:00.001-05:002013-06-24T19:37:30.254-05:00Von Madd Laboratories Safety UpdateGreetings Scientists, this is your employer, Dr. Otto Von Madd. Please take a break from your exciting science and listen to the following message.<br />
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Recently we have had three nearly fatal accidents at Von Madd Laboratories. As you know, the well being of our associates is of the highest priority right behind erotic innovation, meeting production goals and achieving personal multiple orgasms but a high priority nonetheless. The three recent accidents were all preventable and I would like to remind everyone of some basic safety rules.<br />
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Rule #1- Always wear your safety goggles. I cannot emphasis this enough. Dr. Julia Aggins lost an eye to high velocity sperm ejaculation in the Lubrication Lab. Due to the physics defying properties of the Perpetual Lube she was dealing with, she is very fortunate that the sperm didn't go straight through her brain.<br />
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Rule #2 - Refrain from having sex in the stairwells. Employees are allowed to have sex in their laboratories, offices, the break room, the gym, any of the outdoor benches, the massage room and the ever popular orgy room so while I understand the desire to have sex in the only area designated as a sex-free zone it is highly unsafe. It may seem sexy to bend someone over a guard rail and falling and breaking bones is rarely sexy.<br />
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Rule #3 - Be sure to clean up any ejaculate. Slipping accidents is up 60% this month alone. This includes female ejaculate and yes, this is directed to you, Dr. Cruz.<br />
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Thank you for your attention. You may now resume your science. Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-59538277198223592942013-06-20T19:40:00.000-05:002013-06-20T19:40:04.373-05:00Summer Science<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUY_VMVsMrOtQEjWyIvIGxOESe9yN_eOos9HG4MFjJvBcx-EpGNQeu5ABRWA2N2BMcIxnDZTnVNEdzaSntnoDJ2za3ULe4dQgIfXN4_bjvTqhRLRfTUegjlMRopVMXt-UQp6ruA/s1600/109871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUY_VMVsMrOtQEjWyIvIGxOESe9yN_eOos9HG4MFjJvBcx-EpGNQeu5ABRWA2N2BMcIxnDZTnVNEdzaSntnoDJ2za3ULe4dQgIfXN4_bjvTqhRLRfTUegjlMRopVMXt-UQp6ruA/s320/109871.jpg" width="237" /></a>A weird confluence of events has me working for the next five weeks at a research laboratory doing science stuff. Okay, mostly I am helping them with their document process but I can't tell you more because everything they do is confidential. Let's pretend I am testing spanking vibrators all day, okay?<br />
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Safety training was my favorite. These people deal in chemicals and the average college education is somewhere in the seven PhD's range but their number one accident involves stairs. No one ever gets a chemical burn but these geniuses are tripping on stairs every other week. You can't make that shit up.<br />
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They issued me a notebook where I am allowed to write about science business stuff but the notebook can never leave the property and it will be handed down to the next science worker. My handwriting looks like a six year old asking such deep questions like "what does tare mean?". Meanwhile, the pages preceding mine were written in the most beautiful handwriting you have ever seen and it describes complex long chains of chemicals. I am tempted to write sex tips instead.<br />
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Since I will be working a day job for the next month or so, I am sure it will affect my writing output. I have two stories in the buffer so hopefully I will be able to provide a story every Wednesday.<br />
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<i>*Painting is Mad Science by Greg Hildebrandt</i>Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-89859755835581334642013-06-19T05:35:00.002-05:002013-06-19T05:35:57.501-05:00Fiction: Seashell SteveSteve stepped out onto the balcony of his condo. Mermaid Island was gorgeous this morning. The wind was gentle, the temperature warm and clouds of interesting shaped littered the sky but didn’t block any of the sun. The water was blue and fringed with white foam. Most people would consider the view to be inspiring.<br /><br />Steve was not inspired. <br /><br />He took out his binoculars and scanned the beach. It was still early and not many people were out. There were a few old men out on the pier. Smoke rose from the Fish Shack. Seagulls picked at whatever they could find.<br /><br />There, right beside a sand mound shaped like a giant cock, was what Steve needed. A gorgeous Korean girl wearing a one piece bathing suit was spreading her towel. She had a gorgeous ass. Steve sighed as she laidout on her stomach.<br /><br />That was inspiration.<br /><br />Steve sat down and picked up a seashell. He picked up a paintbrush and dabbed some white onto the shell. Stroke by stroke, he recreated the Korean woman’s ass. He captured her curves, the pull of the swimsuit and the fuckable qualities of that ass.<br /><br />It took him two minutes but he felt better after painting it. He set it aside and picked up another sea shell. Now it was time to start painting mermaids and crabs.<br /><br />Wendy ran the store on the pier and she bought his seashells at two dollars apiece. She then turned around and sold them at five dollars a piece. The summer months turned into a profitable time of year for a retired man like Steve. <br /><br />It was also three months of painting fucking mermaids, crabs and fish. That is all they wanted. Paint a boat? Fuck that shit, the tourists would leave it to rot on the shelf. A painting of Atlantis carefully detailed on a shell smaller than your palm? Nope, the tourists wanted fucking mermaids or even a goddamn crab.<br /><br />One day Steve got mad and painted a big giant pussy on a seashell. He expected a complaint from Wendy but he never heard anything. The next week he drew some nice fat tits. Wendy still didn’t say anything. Now every day he draws at least one dirty shell. He hoped she was selling them but he also hoped that she wasn’t noticing the dirty shells she was putting up for sale. <br /><br />It was an immature thing for him to do but fuck it; he was old. Steve was getting too old to be walking the beach and bending his tired back over to pick up fucking seashells for tourists to buy<br /><br />There was a knock on his door. “It’s open!” he yelled.<br /><br />Joan walked in. The blonde had a smile that lit up her entire face. It was infectious enough to shake Steve out of his artistic pity party. She owned a timeshare next door and was leaving by the end of the week. <br /><br /> “I got you some more,” she said. She held up a gallon ziplock bag full of seashells. <br /><br />Steve set down the sea shell with a painting of a crab. Fucking crab.<br /><br />“Guess I better pay you for them,” he said.<br /><br />Joan giggled. Most women her age couldn’t giggle without it coming across as an affectation but with Joan it was genuine. She hurried over to him and set the bag down on a pile of other bags.<br /><br />Steve stayed in his chair. He watched as Joan unzipped her shorts and wiggled out of them. She pulled her panties down too and Steve bit his lip at the sight of that luxurious brown bush. He wanted to lean forward and plant a nice big kiss on that pussy. <br /><br />“Across your knees?” Joan asked. She failed at hiding how much she wanted him to agree<br /><br />“Yes,” Steve said.<br /><br />Joan stretched across his knees. He was sure that she brushed her tits across his legs on purpose. She settled down and he got a good look at her ass.<br /><br />It was covered in nice lovely bruises. It was a wonder that she could walk up and down the beach at all, much less picking up new shells for him. <br /><br />“Ready?” he said. <br /><br />“Yes,” Joan said.<br /><br />Steve grabbed her ass. Joan clenched as his fingers tightened around her buttocks. He gave her a good squeeze and she winced. The bruises were healing but he had just put them there last night. She was tender and ready for more. He knew that if he slipped his finger inside her sex, she would be as wet as the ocean.<br /><br />Sometimes Steve loved the fucking tourists.<br /><br />Tap! Tap! Tap! He started with gentler taps. His hand more bounced off her ass more than slapped. As tender as Joan was, she still felt it. She squirmed and twisted as he spanked and it had an immediate effect on his cock.<br /><br />Tap! Tap! Tap! He struck her left cheek a few times and then the right cheek a few times. Joan moaned. She also clenched her ass tight. Steve smiled. She was learning. She knew what was coming and she was preparing for it.<br /><br />Tap! Tap! Tap! Steve held off. He wanted her to wait until she could bear it no more. The waves crashed below them and Steve slowly counted off ten waves in his head.<br /><br />Tap! Tap! Tap! Slap! Steve brought his hand down hard on her left cheek. Joan jumped and let out a cry of shock. It was probably also a cry of relief that the real spanking had finally begun. <br /><br />Slap! Slap! Slap! Steve slowed down as he delivered now solid slaps to her ass. He could feel her desire wetting his lap. Joan was so damn horny. It wouldn’t be long before she started his leg.<br /><br />Slap! Slap! Slap He slapped her right ass a few times and then her left ass. When she got used to that, he started slapping the center of her ass. When she got used to that, Steve would slap her nice red ass in a clockwise motion. A few turns of the ass and he started slapping in a counter-clockwise motion.<br /><br />Joan was humping his leg now. She had a nice slow grind that would be worth throwing out his back to experience. The woman was a good fuck; he just knew it.<br /><br />Slap! Slap! WHACK! Steve hit her a little harder than he was planning too. Fuck, he was horny and lost control a bit. He stopped for a second and grabbed her ass. He felt the heat radiating from her ass; hotter than any sand on the beach right now.<br /><br />“Oh God,” Joan moaned. <br /><br />Steve thought about fucking her. Then he thought about how he would lose a day of painting from fucking. Then he thought about Joan wanting to hang around the condo. Then he thought about Joan wanting to know more about his life, tell him about her life and try to arrange to meet during the winter. <br /><br />Then he thought about who was going to pick up those damn shells off the beach if Joan was spending all her time fucking and talking with him?<br /><br />WHACK! He slammed his hand down into her other cheek. Joan shivered as he let his hand rest on her ass. <br /><br />WHACK! He slapped her other cheek as hard as he could. His cock throbbed and thought about climaxing on her spanked skin.<br /><br />WHACK! He struck her in the center of her ass and Joan let out a long moan. This time he let his fingers glide over her ass. She winced and squirmed as even this gentle touch drove her crazy.<br /><br />Fuck picking up shells.<br /><br />WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Steve tore into her ass. He gave her a spanking that would make her walk funny for the rest of the day. That is if she didn’t rush back to her timeshare and masturbate herself into a morning coma.<br /><br />Twenty hard slaps later, Steve stopped. He put his hand on her back as she shook. He stroked her hair until she was ready to stand.<br /><br />Joan got up on shaky legs. She was going to say something. More than likely she was going to offer to do any perverted thing he could imagine. <br /><br />“Bring some more shells, and I’ll pay you some more,” Steve said.<br /><br />Joan laughed and put her shorts back on. Steve smiled with pride at how gingerly she walked out of his condo.<br /><br />Steve sighed. He was going to fuck her all right. He would fuck her on her last day. He would fuck the shit out of her and after a week of spanking and teasing, she would think he was the greatest fuck ever. He just had to last the week.<br /><br />He picked up a seashell. It was time to paint another fucking mermaid. <br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-64516684515402681202013-06-18T09:32:00.003-05:002013-06-18T09:32:42.898-05:00Erotica HobbyistI am going through like my seventeenth childhood recently. I used to play various tabletop wargames and I recently got the bug to play/invest/paint some spaceship miniatures. This has led to me to dozens of hobby blogs and message boards.<br />
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Quite a few of these hobbyists talk about the fact that they may buy rulebooks, miniatures, paints but nnot actually ever use them because they have no one to play these games with. That doesn't stop them from purchasing things because the next best thing to playing is the collecting and reading. In fact, these non-players make up a large part of the consumer base.<br />
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Which got me thinking about erotica. While there is an immediate release that can be derived from porn through masturbation, I find myself watching, buying and collecting porn that I don't technically use in the masturbation sense. I collect porn art because I think it is pretty. Or maybe I buy it because it has a gimmick that appeals to me on a mental level. Or maybe I buy it because it's very existence is arousing. But am I buying porn to aid in masturbation? Not really.<br />
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In fact, I would say quite a bit of my porn falls into a collector's interest. I have a X-rated parody of Friday the 13th simply because I am appalled/fascinated by the Friday the 13th franchise. I have quite a few bad porn books from the 90's just because I thought it would be cute to collect one particular cover model. I have stuff just because it is weird. I have some stuff just because I wonder if they were as good or bad as I thought they would be. <br />
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And then again, I have quite a bit of porn because it is fucking sexy. And yes, I do have some porn just because I do like masturbation aids. I guess in that sense, I am a hobbyist lucky enough to get to play.<br />
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All of this has got me thinking if maybe we should approach sex blogs in a different manner. I would wager that most sex bloggers are not banging a hundred different people each year, and although the may want to, the reality is not very conducive. Most sex bloggers are sex hobbyists. We like sex. We like talking about it. We like looking at it. We like reading it. We would like to do it, but the frequency of our activity shouldn't define our level of interest. We are fans. We are creators and consumers or erotica.<br />
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Erotica is our hobby. <br />
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Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-28463243272084486572013-06-14T11:50:00.001-05:002013-06-14T11:50:42.049-05:00For Sale: Sexy Science Beach Volleyball<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDx-qlgQV17oDXNMSeiEMTfPyc2cWmsQ5yXvJZBiud4uSpXUFwbi11Q1IMVsmdg9VRrn-ppO9wkQ5ojPyD47advCSCNVcvRyiu3J_y2iXBLaQd2-4CmzFksSqsANnERhwVrYKPIQ/s1600/volleyballcover006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDx-qlgQV17oDXNMSeiEMTfPyc2cWmsQ5yXvJZBiud4uSpXUFwbi11Q1IMVsmdg9VRrn-ppO9wkQ5ojPyD47advCSCNVcvRyiu3J_y2iXBLaQd2-4CmzFksSqsANnERhwVrYKPIQ/s320/volleyballcover006.jpg" width="213" /></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DBNQONK" target="_blank">Sexy Science Beach Volleyball is available for sale on Kindle.</a> I previously posted the story as Beach Volleyball Mad-ness a few years ago. This version collects all the parts into one easy to read document and also features 45% more consistency in how I used quotation marks for the play-by-plays.<br />
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For those of you unfamiliar with the story, I present the follow teaser.<br />
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"Dr. Otto Von Madd is the world’s leading scientist in the field of erotic research. He makes sex robots, orgasmic lipstick and other fine super-science sextoys. He is filthy rich and can do pretty much what he wants.<br /><br />What he wants is to hold a beach volleyball tournament. What he really wants is to improve the sport with some sexy new additions. He holds an invitational tournament for the world’s best women beach volleyball players.<br /><br />Laura and Victoria are not the world’s best beach volleyball players but they are invited anyway. Maybe it is because Laura accidentally flashed a nation wide TV audience in their last match. Maybe it is because Victoria’s ruthless repressed dominant tendencies. Whatever the reason, these two best friends are off to compete in a tournament neither of them will ever forget.<br /><br />Sexy Science Beach Volleyball is a fun but sexy story about mad science, sex, spanking, bondage, female domination, male submission and beach volleyball."<br />
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Seriously, it has beach volleyball and mad erotic science. That is erotica gold right there.<br />
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<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-46103974703418165482013-06-12T08:17:00.000-05:002013-06-12T08:17:01.143-05:00Fiction: Messages in the Sand“PLEASE DO NOT MAKE INAPPROPRIATE SAND SCULPTURES! – MERMAID ISLAND COMMUNITY WATCH”<br /><br />Danielle smiled at the sign. It sat on the top of the dunes and looking down, she could already see someone had made a rather life like ten foot long sand sculpture in the shape of a cock. It was quite realistic. It had veins, two enormous balls and it leaned to the left. The tide was coming in and was already chewing away at the balls. <br /><br />She shook her head and went down to the sand. Someone kept making these obscene objects but Danielle had never seen them being made. Considering that she was the first person on the beach this morning, she figured they must be made in the night. <br /><br />BING. She had a new message on her smart phone. It was William. Out of a sense of masochism, curiosity and maybe a little vanity, Danielle read the text.<br /><br />“I dreamed of fucking you and you felt so good. You are so much tighter than my wife.”<br /><br />Danielle frowned. Her and William had fucked for about a week last year before he broke up with her to go back to his old girlfriend. That was the last she heard of him until this weekend when William suddenly decided that he wanted to get back in touch for some God only knows reason. He had married the girlfriend and must be having second, third and fourth thoughts; all of them dirty. Danielle never responded to his messages but he kept sending them. She didn’t block him because well, it was nice to be wanted even it was by a jerk like William. <br /><br />She spread her towel on the sand near the giant cock. The best part about the sculptures was that families with children tended to avoid them. Danielle could expect an hour or two of peace and quiet before the coming tide destroyed the cock. <br /><br />There was also a chance that the shy boy she had seen yesterday would be here again today. He was cute, kind of tall and had the messiest brown hair that she had seen in awhile. Danielle had spent most of yesterday stealing glances at him and she was pretty sure that he was doing the same. It was a shame that he was white but she was pretty sure that she was the only Filipino in all of Mermaid Island this summer. <br /><br />It was also a damn shame that the shy boy never worked up the nerve to approach her. Danielle thought about approaching him but fuck it. She was tired of chasing boys. Let someone chase her.<br /><br />BING. “I am sorry I treated you so wrong. I am a terrible person who needs a lot of love. God I miss your ass.”<br /><br />“Keep on missing it, asshole,” Danielle said. Her ass was her best feature and William had loved grabbing it. Shit, Danielle had loved feeling her ass being grabbed. She loved it being touched, squeezed, kneaded and grabbed hard as someone kissed her.<br /><br />Fuck, she was horny.<br /><br />Danielle laid on her stomach. She was wearing a blue one piece that had the sole redeeming feature of displaying her wonderful ass. Maybe when the shy boy came today, her ass would lure him to her.<br /><br />The waves crashed as the sun rose higher. The tide came in and took away more of the cock. Bit by bit, the cock wilted under the relentless waves.<br /><br />Something sparkled from the debris of the cock. Danielle lifted herself on her elbows. Something bright and shiny had been buried under the tip of the cock.<br /><br />Danielle got up. She walked over and saw a bag, wrapped in shiny tin foil. Was this some sort of drug thing? Was it someone’s secret stash?<br /><br />BING. Danielle checked her phone as she debated what to do with the mystery bag.<br /><br />“Our children would have been so beautiful.”<br /><br />“Okay, fuck it,” Danielle said. “I’m checking the bag.”<br /><br />The foil unwrapped easily enough to reveal a ziplock bag. She held it up to the sun to see if there was anything really toxic like needles inside. There was just a note. In fact, Danielle could read the note without opening the bag. <br /><br />“Go to the dock and find the support beam with a cock”<br /><br />“O-kay,” Danielle said. The pier was just down the beach. People would fish on it or just go on it to look over the water. It would be a short walk to go there but then again, should she really be following instructions from a message hidden inside a wooden cock? Besides, shouldn’t she hang around in case shy boy came by?<br /><br />BING. “I am so alone Danielle. My wife doesn’t understand me. My mistress only likes me for my money.”<br /><br />“A wife and a mistress?” Danielle said out loud. A seagull cried out and Danielle liked to think it was from shared indignation. <br /><br />Danielle gathered her thing sand stuffed them into her beach bag. She was going to go to the dock. Part of the reason was curiosity but a big reason was the simple fact that she rather be doing something instead of nothing. Waiting for a shy boy to maybe appear and maybe make a move was a bit too passive for her tastes this morning.<br /><br />A few minutes of walking brought her to the dock. A guy was coming up from the beams and was headed to the gift shop on top. He was taller than even the shy kid and he was also a little bit chubbier. Still, he was cute and Danielle smiled at him as they passed.<br /><br />The support beams were covered in carvings. Hundreds of couples over the years had carved their unions onto the wood. Danielle smirked as she saw how many of the couplings had also been scratched over with angry cuts. Summer flings were weaker than sand structures.<br /><br />BING. “You gave the best blowjobs. I wish I had come in your mouth more.”<br /><br />“Yes, you do,” Danielle said. She hated to admit it but a shiver ran down her spine and ended with a tingle between her thighs. Fuck, she liked being told how good she was, even if it is from an asshole that was a big mistake to have fucked.<br /><br />There was an elaborate carving on one of the beams. It was a busty mermaid. She studied it for a few minutes but there was no cock. <br /><br />There was a rather crude carving of a vagina on another beam. Danielle searched the beam but again, there was no cock.<br /><br />“Story of my life,” Danielle said out loud. <br /><br />Finally she found the right beam. She almost missed it because the cock had been carved the entire height of the beam. A thirty foot cock was almost easy to miss. Danielle had no idea how someone had managed to carve it without getting killed.<br /><br />She studied the part of the carving that was eye level with her. It was mess of balls and pubic hair. It wasn’t until she stepped out of the way of the sun that she noticed that some of the stylized pubic hair wasn’t hair at all. It was writing.<br /><br />“Go to store and find seashell with cock.”<br /><br />“Yeah, right,” Danielle said. She knew the store. It sat on top of the pier, selling drinks, t-shirts and the worse hot dogs ever made. It also sold seashells that had been painted with cute designs like a fish, crabs and a shit load of mermaids. There were certainly no cocks.<br /><br />BING. “Remember the time we fucked on the floor? I never came so hard.”<br /><br />“Fuck,” Danielle said. She remembered. It was the last time they had fucked before he broke up with her. In fact, he had broken up with her when he got up to clean himself. He remembered it as a great orgasm. She remembered it as the moment he emotionally stabbed her.<br /><br />Danielle stomped towards the store. She could have used the walkway but she was pissed. She went up the dune, pounding her feet into the sand and daring gravity to fuck with her.<br /><br />She opened the door to the store and nearly ran into a guy. They collided and Danielle felt her cheeks flush with shame. <br /><br />“Sorry!” she said quickly.<br /><br />It was the guy from under the pier. He was blushing as much as she was.<br /><br />“Sorry!” he said quickly back and ran out of the store.<br /><br />Danielle sighed and went into the store. William had her rattled. Coming out to the beach this summer was supposed to be a vacation, not a nostalgia tour of her worse mistakes. She was going to start enjoying her summer more.<br /><br />As soon as she looked for a seashell with a cock.<br /><br />The shop had too much air conditioning. The air was freezing as if it was trying to defend itself from the entire summer of heat. Danielle folded her arms over her body and went straight to the seashells.<br /><br />Mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, dolphin, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, crab, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, goldfish, mermaid, mermaid, lobster, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, crab, mermaid, crab, mermaid, mermaid, cock, mermaid.<br /><br />Danielle did a double take. Right there was a seashell with a cock painted on it. It was a black cock which really surprised Danielle. She didn’t think Mermaid Island was that racially accepting. <br /><br />She picked it up. The seashell didn’t have a price and Danielle sure as fuck wasn’t going to turn it in for a price check. She flipped it over. A message had been painted.<br /><br />“Go to the changing huts. 3rd one. Enter it naked.”<br /><br />“There we go,” Danielle said. This has just been a really unlikely way to get a girl naked. It might actually be the worse way to get someone naked. Who the fuck would fall for that? There might be hidden cameras, a rapist or worse.<br /><br />BING. “I wish you would call me. Just not after 2pm because my wife gets home then.”<br /><br />She looked out the window. The changing huts were a place for people to change into their swimsuits. They were smelly and stuffy but if you didn’t have a house nearby to change into, they were a lifesaver.<br /><br />“Fuck every white pussy guy ever born,” Danielle said.<br /><br />Danielle put the shell down and went out the door. She took the walkway down to the beach. There were more people out now. She didn’t see the shy guy from yesterday and she purposely didn’t look for him. He had his chance.<br /><br />Taking her clothes off before going into the hut was going to be tricky. Fuck it. She made a plan and when she reached the door, she put it into motion. <br /><br />Flip the top straps over her head.<br /><br />Pull down to her feet.<br /><br />Step out, push swimsuit to chest.<br /><br />Open door.<br /><br />There was a guy inside. It was the chubby guy she had ran into at the store. Of course, he was naked.<br /><br />“You!” she said. She closed the door behind her but not all the way. She was ready to step out at any second. <br /><br />“You!” he said as well. “Did you leave the messages?”<br /><br />“What?” Danielle said. “I was following a message from a seashell with a painted cock.”<br /><br />“I was following a message from a shirt with a naked woman on it!” the guy said.<br /><br />“Wait, what were you doing at the pier?” Danielle said.<br /><br />“I was looking for a mermaid with big tits. It had a message on it! I got the message from a sand castle shaped like a woman’s pussy!”<br /><br />Danielle laughed. “I got a message from a sand cock.”<br /><br />The guy laughed. “So uh, now what?”<br /><br />BING.<br /><br />“Are you going to get that?” he asked.<br /><br />“Ignore it,” Danielle said. <br /><br />She grabbed him and kissed him. <br /><br />He was hesitant and Danielle had a terrible feeling that she had made a mistake. His hesitation vanished quickly and he kissed her back. Better yet, he grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her to him. His cock pressed against her and she could feel that he had no hesitation left at all.<br /><br />They kept kissing. Danielle’s body began to hump against him. It was a subtle thing at first. Her body was moving in motion to the locking of their tongues. Her sex was clenching in time with the nibbling of their lips. Her ass was rocking to the urgent squeezing of his hands.<br /><br />BING. <br /><br />Another message came and Danielle kept kissing. Fuck William and his wife and girlfriend. She was having her breath kissed away by a man with great hands. Fuck the shy guy. It could have been him making out with her but now it was a naked guy who came here out of simple curiosity.<br /><br />She felt the guy’s cock press against her. She grinded against it. The changing hut was hot and stuffy but his cock was twice as hot. It would be a fire inside her. It would burn her worse than any sunburn. Her hips moved against the hot girth, teasing it as much as she was teasing herself.<br /><br />He grabbed her ass harder. He pulled her against him and his hips began to move. Danielle moaned as she realized he wasn’t trying to enter her. He just wanted to feel her body. He just wanted to feel her move and squirm against him. He just wanted her.<br /><br />Danielle felt herself being lifted from the ground. He had picked her up from the ass. She kept kissing, moaning as her sex was tantalizingly close to his cock. A few more inches and the right tilt of her hips and he would be inside her.<br /><br />He set her back down. Danielle whimpered into his mouth. Was he too afraid? Was he shy? <br /><br />The guy chuckled. “If I slip inside you now, I’ll come in two minutes.”<br /><br />“That’s okay,” Danielle said. She had a feeling she would come even sooner.<br /><br />“No, I’m going to take my time enjoying every inch of you,” he said.<br /><br />BING. They both laughed and Danielle reached for her phone. <br /><br />“My name is Tommy,” he said.<br /><br />“My name is Danielle and this is going to be a great summer.”<br /><br />She put William on ignore.<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-57734111991940621052013-06-11T07:43:00.003-05:002013-06-11T07:43:56.288-05:00Dirty Shows: Hemlock Grove<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hemlock Grove is a series on Netflix. <a href="http://www.lovetrain.super-coven.com/hemlock-grove-2013/" target="_blank">Tenebrous Kate</a> wrote a hilarious review that convinced me to try it. It features two chain smoking teenagers who try to solve the gruesome murders of teenage girls in their area. One of them is a Gypsy kid who some people think is a werewolf and the other is a drug using mind-controlling rich kid. Together they fight crime! Poorly.<br />
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Poorly might be the best adjective for this series. The dialogue is often contradictory with itself. Characters are introduced and forgotten. Scenes happen and you wonder what the fuck that was all about. I turned the subtitles on not because I couldn't hear what they were saying but because what they were saying made so little sense I needed to read it and see if I missed anything.<br />
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And yet, I watched all thirteen hours of it in a single weekend. For all of the incompetence in story telling, there were some elements that kept me hooked. Famke Jannssen was one of them. She plays the matriarch of the rich family with the worse British accent you have ever heard but also with the most delicious sexy evil. The rich family has a daughter, Shelley, who is the most adorable freak of nature/science you will ever see. Kandyse McClure plays a werewolf hunter who works for a secret order of Catholic monster hunters and how cool is that? There is also lots of sex, lots of violence and one of the coolest werewolf transformations I have ever seen. There is a lot of good in the piles of shit.<br />
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There is also three hundred and two mysteries in the storyline; mysteries that are actually helped by the incompetent story telling. A mystery will pop up and you will have an immediate anwser in your head. But twelve hours will pass by, barely reminding you that the mystery exists, chasing down other story lines half-heartedly and introducing characters and plots that have nothing to do with anything so that by the time the answer is revealed, it comes as a big fucking surprise because you ruled it out long ago as too obvious.<br />
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So many questions! Did the rich girl really have sex with an angel? What terrible beast is eating the sexy women of Hemlock Grove? Why does the rich boy sound like he is doing a bad impersonation of John Travolta from Grease? Why do they call the Gypsy boy hirsute when he is as hairless as a baby from the neck down? What is the scientist growing in his blue box? So many questions and half of them is just what the hell was the producers thinking? <br />
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But these mysteries are what drove the show for me. Unanswered questions is one of the biggest motivators for readers and watchers to finish a story. We want to know. We need closure. Hemlock Grove drops so many mysteries and questions and yet takes it's slow ass time watching the main characters smoke and exchange bad banter, that answers are rare and far between. Which kept me watching and wondering what will happen next.<br />
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I think there is an important lesson there. Hemlock Grove does so many things badly and yet the one thing it did well might be the most important - It made the viewer curious about what happens next.<br />
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In the spirit of Hemlock Grove's incomprehensibility, I give it Two Raccoons out of Five Pam Griers.<br />
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<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-66449192626898678202013-06-10T07:31:00.001-05:002013-06-10T07:55:25.872-05:00Maydays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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May was a challenging month for me. It was the one year anniversary of me being cancer free. I thought it would be a more joyous time but instead it was just one long cancer related flashback where I thought about how fucking scary it was. I don't worry about getting cancer again as much I find it hard to shake the mentality of when I had it. There was also the matter of looking into life insurance and realizing that hey, I can't get any for another four years because of my cancer. It is like me and my doctor think I am fine, but the odds-makers at the insurance company know something.<br />
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May was also the month in which my brother was born. He has been on my mind a lot and death being death, there is no easy way to get closure on the subject. I am surprised how I appear to spend more time thinking about him now that he is dead than when he was alive.<br />
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May was also the month where me and the wife started marriage counseling. We love each other but when you have the same stupid arguments over and over, it is time to get professional help. I was taken back by how amazed the therapist was that I had gone through cancer and my brother's death in such a short time. He acted like it was a big deal but to me it was just life. I mean, I know it is a big deal but deep down I rarely feel like I have a right to complain about it. Shit happens.<span id="goog_810468427"></span><span id="goog_810468428"></span><br />
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So yeah, May has been a busy emotional time. As usual when I am depressed, I turn to writing. I have been writing Doom Vagina, which is about a male sub serving as a groupie sex slave for an all female metal demon worshiping band, which has been a nice distraction. I also took a mental vacation and wrote four short stories about summer that I will be posting this month. I am a firm believer that when your mind and body is trapped, fiction is the best way to escape. For some people it is reading fiction but I am fortunate enough to be able create my own.<br />
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<i>*Image is a sketchcard of Superwoman, drawn by the awesome Joe Gravel </i><br />
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Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-54905383818141134562013-06-05T08:36:00.002-05:002013-06-05T08:36:26.752-05:00Fiction: Worked Into the SkinJames stepped out of the beach house. The wind rippled through his short brown hair. Inside he could hear his mom yelling at his brother and sister. It was nothing major, just an argument about sunscreen, clothes, shoes, food, bags, towels and phones. It was the same argument that the family had gone through every day this week and probably for the entire summer. Now that James thought about it, it was the same things they argued about last summer and the summer before that.<br /><br />This year was different. James had been to college and though he was spending his summer vacation with his family, he had slightly more privileges than he used to. One of those privileges was the ability to come and go as he pleased.<br /><br />Well, as long as no one saw him leaving. <br /><br />It was early in the morning. The beach houses of Mermaid Island were quiet as people slept off the parties, drinking and hook ups of last night. James walked down the road and the blowing wind already drowned out the arguments left behind. The sun was out and the beach was starting its slow climb to almost but not quite unbearable heat. The ocean roared and beckoned him from the other side of the dune.<br /><br />He thought about the girl he saw yesterday. She was dark and Asian. Maybe she was Japanese. James had no idea. He just knew that she had cute glasses, long black hair like a mermaid and an ass worth drowning for. He wanted to see her again.<br /><br />Yesterday, he was too shy to approach her. She sat alone and read a book. Next to her was a weird sand castle shaped like a woman’s bust. He wasn’t sure if she had made it herself or was just sitting next to it. He wanted to introduce himself but never worked up the courage. You needed to say something clever and he had nothing.<br /><br />Today would be different. A night of furiously masturbating hadn’t given him any new ideas of what to say but that didn’t matter. He would just say hello. He would be cool and confident. Girls liked that guys who approached strangers.<br /><br />“Hey!” a voice called out. <br /><br />James was about to leave the beach houses and cross the road to the dunes. He looked back to see who was calling him. He desperately hoped it was not his mother. <br /><br />It was certainly not his mother. A woman wearing a bikini stood at her door. The brightness of the sun and the shadow of the door made it hard to see the woman clearly but he could certainly see her bikini. The white bikini barely contained her heavy breasts that looked like they were about to spill out. The bottom half of the bikini was tight enough that James was sure he could see contours of a region his last girlfriend wouldn’t let him see in the daylight. <br /><br />“How old are you?” the woman yelled.<br /><br />James told her. He was still young enough to answer the question of age without hesitation.<br /><br />The woman smiled at his answer. “Old enough. Can you come here and help me out? I need someone to lotion me.”<br /><br />“Sure!” James said. He headed towards her and had a thought. Maybe he could offer to lotion the Japanese girl. That would be his opening line!<br /><br />As he came closer, James saw the woman better. Thick brown hair framed a smiling face. Full lips revealed bright white teeth. A wrinkle here and there added a touch of maturity to an already beautiful face. Her entire body was brown from a lifetime of sunbathing. There was no doubt that she was older than him but how old? He didn’t care. She was golden, brown and delicious looking. <br /><br />“What’s your name?” she asked. <br /><br />“James,” he answered. <br /><br />“I’m Stephanie,” the woman said. “Come inside.”<br /><br />“Thanks,” he said. There was a brief silence and he felt that he needed to fill it. He wanted to say something smooth. He wanted to be clever. He wanted to be cool.<br /><br />He had nothing.<br /><br />“Here you go,” Stephanie said. “Sunscreen is too important to leave to chance so I rather have someone else do it. Don’t you agree?”<br /><br />“Uh, yes!” he said. <br /><br />Stephanie turned her back to James. So much bare skin and flimsy bikini strings faced him. A nice ass, not as nice as the Japanese girl, but really nice faced him as well.<br /><br />SQUIRT! James pumped the lotion into his hand. He placed his wet hand on her back and gently glided over her skin.<br /><br />“Oh, much harder,” Stephanie said. “The sunscreen needs to be worked into the skin.”<br /><br />“Okay,” James said. He pressed harder. Firm muscles pushed back against him. His hand rubbed against the hot older woman’s back. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he tried to calm himself. He had to be cool.<br /><br />“Use both hands,” Stephanie said. “Don’t be shy. I want to be protected from the sun.”<br /><br />“Okay,” James said again. It was all he could think of.<br /><br />SQUIRT! SQUIRT! He got both hands wet and went to work rubbing her back. He felt her shoulder blades. He glided over lovely shoulders. When she held her hair up, he gently rubbed the back of her neck.<br /><br />Should he do the back of her legs? He should do her ass but come on; she couldn’t be expecting him to do that. That was just his own dirty wish. Maybe he should ask her what he should do next? That would be the safe thing.<br /><br />“Okay, now my front,” Stephanie said.<br /><br />She turned. The older woman also slipped off her bikini top as she moved. It was a single fluid motion that would imprint on the rest of his sexual life. <br /><br />He looked down at her breasts. They were magnificent. Half of her breasts were dark bronzed while the other half was pale ivory. The lines of her bikini formed natural lingerie. Tiny pink nipples adorned twin mountains.<br /><br />“Go ahead,” Stephanie said. “I want to be completely protected.”<br /><br />James nodded. He raised his hands to her breasts. <br /><br />At the last moment he remembered that he was here to lotion them. He tried to be clinical and shifted to below her shoulders. Remembering to rub the lotion in, he worked in tight circles as he slowly made his way down to her breasts.<br /><br />As soon as his fingers reached Stephanie’s breasts, she began to moan. It was a soft trembling sound. James was doing his damn best to be methodical and platonic but as soon as he heard the moan, his fingers squeezed tighter.<br /><br />“Yes, like that,” Stephanie moaned. <br /><br />James bit his lip and nodded. He had permission. His hands tightened around her breasts. She was bustier than his last girlfriend (he thought, she keep her bra on during sex). The pale flesh under the tan lines turned pink under his constant rubbing. <br /><br />Stephanie moaned again. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hands. <br /><br />“Don’t forget my stomach,” Stephanie said. <br /><br />James reluctantly left her breasts. Stephanie’s breasts were slick with sunscreen lotion but he was sure he might have missed a spot. His hands moved to her stomach. He had to switch metal gears and be much gentler with her stomach. It was easy to do; he was so close to her sex that he was almost afraid to touch her.<br /><br />Stephanie undid a strap. Her bikini bottom fell to the floor. He looked down to the tony tuft of pubic hair above her bare sex.<br /><br />“Here, like this,” Stephanie said. The older woman took his hand and guided it to her sex. She took his fingers and had him circle her sex. <br /><br />“Around and around,” she moaned. “You do it.”<br /><br />“Around and around,” he whispered. His fingers rubbed the path she had set out. Around and around and all he wanted was to go in, in, in.<br /><br />“My legs,” Stephanie said.<br /><br />James sighed but he dropped to one knee. He rubbed her hips and thighs with his newfound frustration. Stephanie’s sex hovered before him. It glistened from the sunscreen lotion or maybe it glistened with her desire.<br /><br />“More lotion,” Stephanie said.<br /><br />SQUIRT! James had been so focused on her sex that he hadn’t noticed that his hands were dry. Hands slick once more, he went back to rubbing her dark thighs, her tight calves and down to her soft feet. He rubbed and rubbed and hoped that if he did a good enough job that Stephanie would reward him with touching her sex once more.<br /><br />“Almost done,” she said. She turned around and presented her ass.<br /><br />It wasn’t her sex but James felt rewarded nonetheless. He cupped her ass and spread lotion over it. He pulled and squeezed her ass. Before long her ass was as shiny as the rest of her.<br /><br />“Very good,” Stephanie said as she turned around. “Stand please. Ah, I see you enjoyed yourself.”<br /><br />James looked down at the tent his cock was forming within his swimsuit. “I enjoyed it a lot,” he said.<br /><br />“We can’t let you go out like this,” Stephanie said. She held her hand up. “Give me some sunscreen.”<br /><br />SQUIRT! <br /><br />She pulled down his swimsuit. Once the waistband got past his cock, the rest fell to the floor. James stood perfectly still. He didn’t want to ruin anything by speaking. He didn’t want to ruin anything by doing. He had nothing clever in mind anyway so maybe just standing there was for the best.<br /><br />Stephanie’s slick fingers gripped his cock. She looked him in and the eyes as she stroked his cock. Skilled fingers gripped his cock with a confidence he had never felt from a woman.<br /><br />“Did you like putting on my sunscreen?” Stephanie asked. Her hand pumped his cock.<br /><br />“Yes,” James moaned.<br /><br />She stroked faster. “Would you like to do it every day?”<br /><br />“Oh God, yes,” James moaned. His knees shook a little. He leaned forward and his hands grabbed her shoulder. Stephanie didn’t mind.<br /><br />“I would like that too,” Stephanie said. “But you have to understand that I am a grown woman with my own life. You can come and put sunscreen on me, but please don’t come by the rest of the day. I have my own life and my own lovers and I don’t need a handsome man hanging around.”<br /><br />Stephanie stroked him faster. Now he was struggling just to stand. He had never climaxed standing up. James wasn’t sure it was even possible. His cock certainly thought it was.<br /><br />“Besides, you should be hanging out with women your own age,” Stephanie said, her hand never stopping. “Have fun, get laid and make some summer memories. Just be sure to come by in the morning and help me with my sunscreen. Do we have a deal?”<br /><br />“Oh God, yes,” James said.<br /><br />Stephanie’s hand twisted. Her slick fingers tightened and that was all it took. James’ cock erupted and a wave of semen crashed onto Stephanie’s leg. She kept pumping until three heavy loads had landed on her tanned leg.<br /><br />Squirt, squirt, squirt.<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-66440602572103937652013-05-29T09:08:00.002-05:002013-05-29T09:08:24.500-05:00Fiction: Seven Hundred and Eighty-TwoThe medical pod door opened and Mineqa Mar fell out. She landed in a defensive crouch and surveyed the room. Years of leading a resistance against the evil tyrant, Queen Erishella, had taught Mineqa to always be on her guard.<br /><br />She didn’t know how she got here. The last thing Mineqa remembered was going to sleep at one of her eighty different safe houses. She had just organized the latest series of raids on the Queen’s pleasure palaces and had also written a new dissension speech decrying the conquest of the Gem Moons. The room she was now in was too high tech for any of her fellow resistance members to posses. It must mean she was a captive of the Queen.<br /><br />Mineqa stood up. A mirror reflected her naked body. She frowned at what she saw. Those were her full breasts but where was the laser scar from the riot she led last year? Her legs were missing the shrapnel scars from the parade bomb she had set off. Even her red hair seemed different. Gone were the grey streaks she had picked up from years of being on the run. <br /><br />There was something else. The mirror revealed that her back had been tattooed. It was a number: 782.<br /><br />The doors to the room opened. A large robot entered on hovering jets. Mineqa growled when she saw the robot was exactly the same size as the door. There was no way to run past it. They were taking no chances with her. <br /><br />Mineqa Mar, I am your personally assigned Punishment Cyborg,” the robot said. “Despite my human brain I can assure you that I have no mercy and in fact, the pleasure centers of my brain will be stimulated for every action I perform in your punishment.”<br /><br />“Fuck you,” Mineqa Mar said. <br /><br />“Mineqa Mar, you have been declared an Enemy of the wonderful and sexy Queen Erishella of the Skull Throne! You are guilty of disloyal rhetoric, acts of unsubmissive defiance and the murder of countless faithful soldiers, slaves and subjects of the Queen. Do you understand these charges?”<br /><br />“Not only do I understand them, but I am proud to have committed them!” Mineqa said. She looked around the room for weapons. There was nothing. Even the medical pod had retracted into the wall.<br /><br />“Queen Erishella has personally condemned you,” the robot said. “She has sentenced you to fifty years of being sensually spanked times a thousand for her pleasure. She has sentenced you to fifty years of being sadistically spanked for her pleasure. She has sentenced you to fifty years of being fed to Blade Tigers times a thousand. Glory to the Queen for her wisdom and mercy!”<br /><br />The Punishment Cyborg moaned as it experienced an orgasm for announcing her sentence.<br /><br />Mineqa smirked. “Times a thousand? So are you saying I have been sentenced to fifty years times a thousand; fifty thousand years? Isn’t that ridiculous even for our egomaniacal Queen? Besides, won’t I be dead once I am fed to Blade Tigers? This sentence makes no sense at all.”<br /><br />“Your response has been noted and will be compared to previous statements,” the robot said. “It is time for your sensual spanking.”<br /><br />Four metal tentacles emerged from the center of the Punishment Cyborg. Mineqa used an obscure martial escape technique but the metal tentacles were somehow ready for it. Each of her limbs was securely grabbed and she was lifted from the ground. <br /><br />The Punishment Cyborg left the medical room. Mineqa struggled to get free but it was no use. She was completely helpless.<br /><br /> They went down a long hallway. They passed room after room. There was a line of Punishment Cyborgs ahead of them, each one carrying their own prisoner. Because the cyborgs were so large, Mineqa couldn’t get a clear look at her fellow prisoners.<br /><br />A slight touch of annoyance struck Mineqa. Of course there would be other prisoners. Queen Erishella had many enemies. It just bothered Mineqa that for all the bombings, all of the assassinations of officials and for all the subversive literature that she had written; in the end she was going to be punished alongside every one else. She was the Queen of the resistance but now she was just another prisoner.<br /><br />There were screams coming down from the end of the hallway. Hundreds and hundreds of screams competed to be heard. Screams of distress and screams of pleasure shrieked through the air. <br /><br />There was something distinctly unnerving about those screams. They sounded familiar.<br /><br />They entered a large cavernous area. The room was lined with hundreds of women being spanked. In the center was a holograph stage, currently empty.<br /><br />The Punishment Cyborg carried Mineqa past many of the prisoners to a stockade bench. Mineqa looked at her fellow prisoners and gasped.<br /><br />Each prisoner was Mineqa. The same red hair, the same full breasts and the same screaming mouth faced her. Each was being spanked by their Punishment Cyborg and each of them was screaming in pleasure.<br /><br />“Gods of the Underworld,” Mineqa breathed. The prisoners were bent over so that there ass was higher than their head. Tattooed to the backs of each one was a number.<br /><br />“I’m a clone,” Mineqa said. <br /><br />“Correct,” the Punishment Cybrog said. “Clone number seven hundred and eighty-two of a thousand.”<br /><br />Rage took over Mineqa. She fought to escape but the tentacles anticipated every trick she had. She screamed with outrage and the Punishment Cyborg moaned as it received another reward orgasm. She howled because she understood how the punishments had been multiplied a thousand times. She raged because she realized that she wasn’t even the original Mineqa. Her entire existence was just to be punished. <br /><br />The Punishment Cyborg carried her to the stockade. It positioned her and more tentacles emerged from the stockade to grab her body. She was pulled down onto the stockade, metal clamps sealing over her neck, hands and ankles. The stockade pushed her ass up and spread her legs. A bar forced itself under her chin and forced her look forward.<br /><br />Minequa felt an injection into her thigh. The sharp prick was replaced with a feeling of relaxation. She stopped struggling. So what if she was a clone? Being bent over this actually felt kind of nice.<br /><br />A paddle emerged from the Punishment Cyborg. Mineqa felt heat between her thighs. She knew if she could look, she would be dripping.<br /><br />WHACK! The paddle landed on her ass and Mineqa groaned with pleasure. Her bliss addled mind understood that the injection must have been to transform any pain to pleasure. She was going to be forced to enjoy this for the pleasure of the evil Queen and there was nothing Mineqa could do about it.<br /><br />She didn’t mind.<br /><br />WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The paddle struck her ass with military targeting efficiency. Every strike of the paddle blistered her and every strike was as arousing as the deepest thrust onto the greatest cock. Mineqa’s pussy clenched in frustration as she desperately wanted to fuck something.<br /><br />“Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” screamed a thousand mouths with Mineqa’s voice.<br /><br />“Uhhhh,” groaned a thousand Punishment Cyborgs as they were rewarded for each spank.<br /><br />WHACK! The paddle strikes sent waves of pleasure to Mineqa’s nipples. Her breasts felt more sensitive than they ever had in her life. <br /><br />WHACK! The paddle strikes sent stimulation to her mouth. She ached to suck a cock, bite a nipple or even just kiss an ass.<br /><br />WHACK! The paddle strike sent strange feelings to her neck. She felt like she was on the verge of having her neck kissed with each strike.<br /><br />WHACK! The paddle transformed her ass into an organ of pain but somehow Mineqa enjoyed it. The spanking was worse than anything she had every experienced and yet also the greatest. Her body struggled to comprehend the conflicting stimuli she was receiving from her ass. <br /><br />WHACK! The paddle sent unbelievable bliss straight to her sex. She knew deep down that she wanted to deny Queen Erishella her orgasm but she couldn’t quite remember why.<br /><br />“Fuck!” Mineqa cried out as she orgasmed. Shame blossomed within her. Her body had betrayed everything she had believed in. Mineqa felt a piece of her break inside. <br /><br />WHACK! The next paddle strike obliterated her shame and replaced it with more pleasure.<br /><br />Hours passed by. Mineqa climaxed over and over. She heard the other clones climaxing in an endless chorus. <br /><br />The holograph stage came to life. Erishella appeared on her Skull Throne. Somewhere, holographic emitters were surrounding the Queen with a recreation of the punishment room. Erishella smiled and enjoyed the scene around her. <br /><br />Mineqa wanted to scream her defiance. She moaned instead.<br /><br />The rebel leader wanted to yell something cruel and clever. She whimpered instead.<br /><br />The cloned criminal wanted to swear to destroy Queen Erishella. She climaxed instead.<br /><br />The hologram ended and the Queen left their presence. The spankings continued. Mineqa was aware that all of this, the clones, the spankings and the colossal punishment room were for nothing more than a few minutes of the Queen’s amusement.<br /><br />Despair settled in her heart, only to be removed by the pleasure of the next spank on her abused ass.<br /><br />More hours passed and eventually the spanking stopped. Another injection was given to her and Mineqa’s mind was no longer clouded with pleasure. She could think clearly except for the mind blowing pain she now felt in her ass.<br /><br />She passed out from the pain.<br /><br />She awoke to being carried by the Punishment Cyborg assigned to her. In front of and behind her were her fellow clones. All of them were talking. The thousand voices made it hard to tell what any one was saying.<br /><br />“There is other sets of clones, right?” she asked her Punishment Cyborg.<br /><br />“Yes,” it replied. “One thousand are being spanked with a pain sensitizer injection. The other thousand are being fed to Blade Tigers.”<br /><br />“She is a fool,” Mineqa said. “I am her greatest enemy and there are a thousand of me here and another thousand being tortured. We will escape. We will work together. We will overthrow her. We will avenge the thousand fed to Blade Tigers. In her lust to punish us, she has created her own doom.”<br /><br /> “Incorrect,” the Punishment Cyborg said. “Each clone is given a terminal shut down function that deactivates their heart sixteen hours after clone activation.”<br /><br />“What?” Mineqa asked. She had a sudden pain in her left arm. “Oh shit. But the sentence was for fifty years! Why kill me now?”<br /><br />“Security precautions dictate you death. The Queen’s justice dictates your resurrection.” <br /><br />“That is why you know all of my escape moves,” Mineqa said. “We’ve done this before! This is not the first time you have spanked me!”<br /><br />“Correct,” the Punishment Cyborg said. “After your cardiac arrest is complete, I will put you in the medical pod where you body will be broken down for primary nutrients for the next clone designated seven hundred and eighty-two.”<br /><br />“Gods of the Underworld,” Mineqa moaned. The pain in her chest was more intense. Her vision was fading. “How long has this been going on?”<br /><br />“Seven years.”<br /><br />The Punishment Cyborg moaned as Mineqa sighed with despair. <br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-73691329128779030382013-05-22T08:59:00.003-05:002013-05-22T08:59:53.360-05:00Fiction: Confluence of Astronomy<i>Explorer’s Log: I am on day two hundred and seventy of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. The lack of astronomical geography is allowing for some excellent deep space scans. I am currently cataloguing any scans in the case that something interesting turns ups. End Explorer’s Log.<br /><br />Explorer’s Personal Log: I ejected the talking dildo into space last week and so far no other inanimate objects have begin talking. I will take this to mean that it really was some sort of possessed dildo, or that whatever mental breakdown I was having is now over. I enjoyed the dildo’s company but it got on my nerves when it started suggesting that I lose weight. Fuck it. I don’t need anyone, organic or not, to have a good time. End Personal Log.</i><br /><br />Vaquel Di sat at the Nutrient Pod and ate an algae based pseudo meat sandwich. She also had one hand on one of her brown breasts; her fingers twisting and untwisting her nipple in a steady rotation. As she chewed the beef flavored algae, she closed her eyes and imagined a talented hand playing with the pink pubic hair. When a drop of algae sauce fell on her chin, she imagined it was the ejaculate of a very handsome space pilot.<br /><br />The deep space explorer was on high alert. It had been six days since she last had an orgasm, which was a personal record for her. Permission to climax could come at any time but the window was only two minutes long. Vaquel’s body had to be ready. Vaquel’s mind had to be ready. Most of all, Vaquel’s long deprived cunt had to be ready.<br /><br />She finished her sandwich and washed it down with algae juice. For a moment she debated having some algae based fruit pie but decided against it. She didn’t want to be too full in case it was time to climax.<br /><br />Vaquel got up and stretched. Her nude brown body was reflected off the Hygiene Pod door. The sight made Vaquel smile. She took a moment to turn around and admire her round brown ass. For good measure, she gave it a few good smacks.<br /><br />The pain was nice but Vaquel stopped before she bruised herself. She had tried everything to make this nine month space voyage go by quicker. First she tried recording herself masturbating. In time, watching herself fuck lost its thrill. After that, she tried some experimental bondage with a Strangler gun. Even near death experiences began to get boring. Then there was that time she spent fucking a dildo that talked, but the constant question of mental insanity was a turn-off. In desperation, Vaquel had turned to taking the subject of masturbation completely out of her hands. <br /><br />Vaquel glanced at the nearest display panel. The screen constantly scrolled with data gathered from every single one of the ship’s sensors. Every pulse of stellar radiation was being measured. Every tiniest detail was being compared to one another. The majority of the ship’s computers were dedicated to looking for a certain random confluence of events.<br /><br />First, while searching one of the three hundred and sixty vectors that the scanners were looking at, the computer needed to find a spike in gravitational fluctuations. Then, it looked to see if Tes radiation was at twenty one parts per billion. If these two conditions were met, the ship would then check to see if solar radiation was greater coming from galactic north than it was from galactic south.<br /><br />If, and only if these conditions were met, the ship would announce an alert followed by a countdown. Vaquel had that long to climax.<br /><br />It was a freaky combination of space geography and sexual gambling. Vaquel calculated a forty percent chance of these conditions not being met before reaching the next star system. There was also a mere two percent chance that it would happen twice during this voyage. She might be denying herself for nothing. It was one big risk that took the pressure of how to masturbate next out of her hands. <br /><br />So far it had worked great. Vaquel teased herself constantly. Not letting herself climax meant she kept going to the edge of bliss and back, but always on the road of pleasure. She went about her chores aboard the ship with a certain excitement. Would the alert sound while she was showering? Would it sound off when she was maintaining the solar sails? Would it sound off in the next minute? There was no telling. <br /><br />Who knew that being denied an orgasm for so long would put her in such a good mood? <br /><br />Being this aroused had also taught Vaquel things about herself that she didn’t know. Apparently her right nipple was more sensitive than the other. One long day, she had discovered just the right kind of clitoris manipulation that would bring her closest to orgasm the fastest. Also, she apparently got turned on by the color green which made no sense to her at all but she loved discovering it anyway.<br /><br />“ALERT! Conditions met! Begin countdown!”<br /><br />“Yes!” Vaquel hissed. She wasted no time. Her fingers punched into her sex. She entered herself with one, two and finally three fingers. It was no problem. She was wet and ready.<br /><br />Her knees trembled. Vaquel leaned against a wall for support. She was so damn tense. After so much teasing, the act of penetration was paralyzing. Her fingers felt like three giant cocks inside her sensitive little pussy.<br /><br />“One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight . . .”<br /><br />Vaquel stroked deeper. This was it. She might not climax again until she reached a planet. She couldn’t let this moment pass.<br /><br />She put her other hand to work. She slapped her breast. Cruel fingers twisted her right nipple. She tugged hard on her left breast. She stimulated her tits in every way possible.<br /><br />“Eighty-two, eighty-one, eighty . . .”<br /><br />Vaquel stroked quicker. Her back planted against the wall, she spread her legs wider. She imagined getting fucked by a well hung soldier. She pictured getting humped by one of the robotic Squix. She imagined getting pounded by an aquatic humanoid. She thought of getting fucked by everyone.<br /><br />She twisted her nipple. The pain sent delicious tingles through her body. It could have been the bite of a savage primitive. It could have been the groping of another space explorer. It could have been the harsh embrace of woman made of light. Vaquel fantasized of a million different hands that it could have been. <br /><br />Sixty-nine, sixty-eight, sixty-seven . . .”<br /><br />Vaquel jammed her fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them as hard as she could. While her other hand fucked her pussy, Vaquel fucked her face. Her tongue was busy as she nearly choked herself.<br /><br />She pictured a cock in her mouth; ready to explode at a moment’s notice. As her two hands stroked and pushed, Vaquel dreamed of having two lovers at once. She imagined their need to fuck her at both ends. <br /><br />“Forty-four, forty-three-forty-two . . .” <br /><br />Vaquel took the hand out of her mouth. She was close but it wasn’t happening. Her body was so sensitive that it was overwhelming. After being stimulated for so long, her body was stuck on a plateau. It was entirely possible that she wouldn’t be able to climax.<br /><br />She used both hands on her sex. She kept fucking herself as hard as she could but now her other hand was on her clitoris. Practiced fingers rubbed tight little circles on her sensitive bud. Sharp nails danced lightly on tender skin. Vaquel was not going to miss her orgasm without a fight.<br /><br />“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen . . .”<br /><br /> Vaquel stroked deeper. She rubbed her clit faster. Her hips humped the air in desperation.<br /><br />“Twelve, eleven, ten . . .”<br /><br />Vaquel’s fingers used every trick she knew. She pulled on her clitoris. She wiggled her fingers deep inside her. She thought of all the teasing she had put herself through and tried to summon the orgasm with pure willpower. <br /><br />Seven, six, five . . .”<br /><br />“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted. Her orgasm finally burst free. She felt her pussy spasm around her fingers. A wave of pleasure swept over Vaquel and she slid down to wall to land on her bare ass.<br /><br />“One, zero and alert is now ended. Resuming search for specified conditions.”<br /><br />Vaquel stopped stroking. The orgasm continued though. Her body clenched, shook and shuddered. Her fingers were still inside and she felt every wonderful orgasmic pulse.<br /><br />There were twenty more days left on this trip. Maybe she would get lucky again.<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-66549094647560616412013-05-15T09:51:00.001-05:002013-05-15T09:51:18.739-05:00Fiction: Bella of Damnation“Samuel, look at me.”<br /><br />I purposely did not. A minute ago I was alone in the car. Now it appeared that I wasn’t.<br /><br />There was a tinkling of bells and something brushed my ear. It felt like lips. A tongue licked my ear lobe. It was quite nice except for the cold metal of her tongue piercing.<br /><br />“I want to fuck you, Samuel.”<br /><br />I bet she did. <br /><br />The traffic jam relented for ten feet. I coasted the car forward. I glimpsed someone in the backseat from my rear view mirror. I averted my eyes. <br /><br />“Take your cock out for me,” the voice said. There was a slight Southern tang to her voice. That was a bad sign. First she knew one of my names and now she was homing in on my desires. <br /><br />The traffic refused to move.<br /><br />There was a tinkling of bells just under my chin. A hand touched my chest. I looked straight ahead. Fingernails, tipped with bells, raked gently across my chest. It was nice.<br /><br />“I need you, Samuel,” the voice said. The desperate whine was straight from my last girlfriend. <br /><br />She must have followed me back from my journey to the Astral Main. The fact that she came with me on the Pink Ship of Lewdness, around the Horn of Craving and through the Gates of the Abundant Woman was impressive. It was also telling that she was manifesting less than forty hours after my journey. She was no ordinary half formed spirit of lust. She had to be a true Angel of Perversity.<br /><br />The tinkling of bells was right behind my ear. Heavy breasts pressed against the back of my neck. Tattooed flesh crowded the edge of my perception. I could feel the warmth of her forbidden flesh. All I had to do was turn my head and I could have nuzzled breasts as perfect as my imagination.<br /><br />It would also mean I would see her. Seeing was believing; believing was surrendering. Surrender would mean the forfeit of my soul. There would be noting left of me except for a new bell hanging from her flesh.<br /><br />“Fuck me like one of your little followers, Samuel,” the voice said. “I would bend over and take anything would give me.”<br /><br />The traffic moved forward a few more feet. I glimpsed police lights a mile down. <br /><br />The bells tinkled and something touched my crotch. Nimble fingers stroked the bulge that was forming in my pants.<br /><br />The wisest person I know, Catalina, told me that you should never speak to Angels. The smart thing to do would be to sit here in traffic and recite banishing meditations in the hopes that the Angel will move on to other prey.<br /><br />I am not the wisest person I know.<br /><br />“I want to fuck you,” I said.<br /><br />The bells shook furiously from the sound of the passenger seat. I stared straight ahead. <br /><br />“Yes,” the voice said. “Look at me. Look at how wet you are making me.” <br /><br />I heard the sound of a pussy being stroked and bells being rung.<br /><br />“I can hear how wet you are,” I said.<br /><br />She moaned. “Look at my tits. I want you to bite them.”<br /><br />“I will,” I said.<br /><br />“When?” she pouted. “Fuck me and I will get you off like you never have before.”<br /><br />That was true but I did enjoy not being a damned soul.<br /><br />“One minute,” I said. I jerked the wheel and drove into the bicycle lane. It was too tight so I had to also drive on part of the sidewalk.<br /><br />Horns honked and gestures cursed me. The bells tinkled as the Angel stroked faster. The smell of pussy as sweet as my first girlfriend filled the car.<br /><br />I found what I needed. A crappy little sandwich place lurked in a strip mall. I turned into the parking lot, sloppily parked my car and ran to the restaurant.<br /><br />The bells tinkled behind me. The front glass of the place was terribly reflective. I caught the hint of flesh, tattoos and bells before I closed my eyes. Blind, I felt for the door and opened it. Only then did I open my eyes again.<br /><br />“Hey, where’s your restroom?” I demanded.<br /><br />The surly man behind the counter frowned at me with weary disappointment. Of course he couldn’t see the naked Angel behind me. She was my little blessing. “Restrooms are for customers only.”<br /><br />“Make me a Philly cheese steak with everything and I’ll eat it when I get out.” I tossed my wallet towards him.<br /><br />He caught it. “It’s in the back.”<br /><br />I ran. “Do you want a combo?” he yelled.<br /><br />“Yes!” I yelled back.<br /><br />Praise the Older Woman and the Slut, the bathroom was unused. I darted in and closed the door behind me. My fingers found the lock and turned it.<br /><br />“Yes,” the Angel purred. “Fuck me, now.”<br /><br />“One more thing,” I said. <br /><br />I turned off the lights.<br /><br />The bells rang beside me. I reached out into the darkness. My fingers closed around pierced arms. <br /><br />“Look at me,” the Angel cried.<br /><br />“Do you care if I look at you?” I said and then I kissed her.<br /><br />Pierced lips melted against mine. A pierced tongue wrestled against me. Pierced breasts pressed against me. A powerful leg wrapped around my waist. Fingers that tinkled grabbed my ass.<br /><br />After a long kiss in the dark, she finally answered me. “No,” she said.<br /><br />I laughed and removed my pants. She grabbed my cock and pulled. I pressed her against a wall and reached down to lift her. She was as light as a moan.<br /><br />I pushed her against the wall. She squealed with delight at the dirt she could feel. I lowered her and felt my cock press up into pierced pussy lips and a bell on her clitoris. <br /><br />Infernal heat gripped my cock. Desire as wet as the ocean washed down my cock and onto my balls. Muscles clenched my cock with the power of endless craving. <br /><br />“You asshole,” she whispered and my cock throbbed. “You’re fucking me so that I will lose my grip on this plane of existence.”<br /><br />I fucked her faster. She knew exactly what turned me on: acknowledging my cunning. The angel couldn’t help fucking me and helping me fuck. It was what she was.<br /><br />Bells and breasts grinded against my chest. Fingernails scratched grooves into my back. Thighs tightened around me. Studded lips bit into my shoulder. <br /><br />Bells tinkled, rang and chimed in a supernatural chorus.<br /><br />I came. She was right. I had never come so fast or hard. I cried out. Half of the joy was from the pleasure at knowing I had banished her, the other half of the joy was having my seed pulled out of me by a magical vagina.<br /><br />The bells stopped ringing. <br /><br />I turned on the light. I was alone.<br /><br />It felt good. Not many people got to fuck an Angel. Well, not fuck an Angel and not become a chiming body modification.<br /><br />Best of all, I had a Philly cheese steak waiting for me.<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-988799753944855722013-05-08T08:17:00.002-05:002013-05-08T08:17:37.328-05:00Fiction: Lawn Service“For twenty dollars, I will mow your front lawn,” Andreo said. “For forty dollars, I will mow the front and back. For a hundred, I will mow the front and back and my wife will suck your cock.”<br /><br />“Excuse me?” I said.<br /><br />“My wife, she will suck your cock,” Andreo said. He pointed at his wife waiting in the truck. She was Hispanic like he was. She had long thick black hair. She leaned out the window and pulled up her t-shirt so I could see her big tits.<br /><br />“And you’re okay with that?” I said.<br /><br />Andreo sighed. “My wife, Maria, she is a whore. She loves cock and she is never happy unless she is sitting on cock, jerking it off or sucking it. I bring her with me so at least I know who’s cock she is fucking. Please, amigo, you would be doing me a favor.”<br /><br />“But you’re charging me an extra sixty bucks for it,” I said.<br /><br />He shrugged. “The economy is rough, amigo.”<br /><br />Maria shook her breasts at me. Her nipples were so dark that they were almost black on her brown skin.”<br /><br />“Okay, one hundred,” I said. “I don’t have that much cash. Can you take a check?”<br /><br />“No worries,” Andreo said. He took out a card reader. “I take Visa.”<br /><br />He scanned my card and went back to his truck. I shook my head at this turn of events. I had just moved into this house two weeks ago and my grass was already getting to embarrassing heights. I figured I would hire a local kid to mow it. Who knew I would be getting offers from travelling gardeners? Shit, who knew I would be getting a blowjob as well?<br /><br />I liked this neighborhood.<br /><br />Maria came out of the truck. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt and even tighter cut-ff shorts. The smile on her face was radiant. She was also carrying a lounge chair.<br /><br />“Hi!” she said happily. “Let’s go to your backyard and set up.”<br /><br />“What? I figured we would do our uh, business, inside,” I said.<br /><br />“No,” she said. “I am too much of a slut. I might get horny and fuck your cock. This way my husband can make sure that I am behaving.”<br /><br />“Uhhhh,” I cleverly said. I thought about the backyard. Well, it did have a privacy fence. It also had a deck. Also, looking at Maria and all of her curves, I wasn’t sure that I could resist her if she did decide to fuck my cock. It might be the smarter move.<br /><br />“All right,” I said. I showed her into the house and lead her out the back door. The deck was elevated but I was reasonably sure that my neighbors couldn’t see me. Fuck it, at that point, I didn’t care if they saw or not.<br /><br />Maria set the chair up. I notice it had a padded seat. They thought of everything.<br /><br />“Come on,” Maria said. “Don’t be shy. Take off your pants.”<br /><br />That was the point of spending a hundred dollars but I was still a bit nervous. Maybe it was because I was taking off my pants in my backyard. I started to unzip my pants but Maria was already impatient. She knelt down in front of me and yanked my pants down. <br /><br />My cock popped out and slapped her in the face.<br /><br />“Oh yes,” Maria said. She took my cock in both hands. “Atractivo,” she moaned. I assumed that meant good.<br /><br />She stroked me. It wasn’t the fast strokes of trying to get me off. No, she was taking her time. She was enjoying the feel of my cock in her hands. Maria was getting to know my cock. She took her time because she wanted to know my cock very well.<br /><br />The gate separating the front and back yard popped open. Andreo pushed his lawnmower through. He waved at us. <br /><br />For lack of knowing anything better to do, I waved back.<br /><br />“You should sit down,” Maria said. “Come on.”<br /><br />Maria pulled me by the cock towards the lawn chair. She never got off her knees. <br /><br />I sat down in the chair. Andreo started the lawnmower.<br /><br />Maria took off her shirt. Plump tits fell out. I almost reached for one but I stopped myself. Maria smiled and took my hand.<br /><br />“Here,” she said. She guided my hand to her tit. My fingers sank into soft flesh. My cock throbbed in the sunlight.<br /><br />She dipped her head down. Her thick black hair fell over my lap a split second before I felt her mouth take my cock. She swallowed my entire length in one gulp.<br /><br />“Holy shit,” I yelled. I cringed as I worried about my cursing in my new neighborhood but I didn’t need to. The lawnmower drowned out my cry.<br /><br />Maria went to work. One hand gripped my cock and held it in place as she sucked me. Her tongue was everywhere. She licked the length of my cock. She licked the ring that surrounded the tip of my cock. She licked the slit on my cock, urging me to come.<br /><br />Andreo went to work as well. Up and down the lawn he went. Grass and weeds were slaughtered with precision. Row by row, my lawn was being tamed.<br /><br />My hand was busy too. I kept squeezing Maria’s breast. When I played with her nipple, she sucked me harder. Every gentle pinch made her shiver.<br /><br />Droll dripped from Maria’s mouth and down my cock. My balls were soaked in her spit. Up and down she moved, coating my cock in spit and sucking it back in.<br /><br />Maria repositioned herself and I looked to see what she was doing. She slipped a hand into her shorts and stroked herself. I could see that her shorts were just as soaked as my cock.<br /><br />The lawnmower buzzed and I couldn’t hear Maria’s moans. I could feel them though. They vibrated from her throat and down my cock.<br /><br />It was just what I needed. My hand clenched around her breast. My hips surged upwards. I was going to come.<br /><br />“No, no,” Maria said. My cock fell out of her mouth. Her hand gripped the base of my cock and squeezed.<br /><br />“Ahhhh,” I groaned as my orgasm was stopped.<br /><br />“Too soon,” Maria said. <br /><br />I groaned and she went back down on me. Her talented mouth sucked and licked but her grip prevented me from coming. I was at heaven’s gate but she wasn’t letting me in.<br /><br />My hand tightened around her breast. She kept sucking.<br /><br />The lawnmower turned off. I looked up and saw that Andreo had finished the back yard. Fuck, he was quick.<br /><br />“I do the front now,” he said.<br /><br />“Okay,” I said weakly as his wife sucked me.<br /><br />Andreo went to the front yard. Maria looked as he left. She looked up at me. Her eyes were bright with mischief.<br /><br />Oh God, was she going to ask me to fuck her? Would I say no? I decided that I wouldn’t. If her mouth was this good, I couldn’t imagine what her pussy would be like. I wanted her.<br /><br />We heard the lawnmower start up. Maria took her mouth off my cock and rested the tip against her lips. She stroked me with one hand while she continued to stroke herself with the other. <br /><br />I waited for the question. I also changed my mind a half dozen times as she stroked me. <br /><br />I thought about how much I hated yard work and how I didn’t want to offend Andreo. What if I fucked his wife and he never mowed my grass again? That would suck.<br /><br />I thought about not getting inside this how woman’s pussy. I would hate to miss the chance to fuck this happy slut. I would regret it forever.<br /><br />After a few minutes, Maria asked me a question but it wasn’t the one I was expecting.<br /><br />“Are you ready to come?” she asked.<br /><br />“Yes,” I said quickly.<br /><br />Her mouth opened and my cock slipped in. She sucked the top half of my cock while her hand stroked me. Her other hand stroked her hidden pussy even faster. She looked me in the face while I came closer to orgasm.<br /><br />I released her breast and my hands gripped the arms of the lawn chair. Andreo’s lawnmower buzzed on the other side of the house. Maria looked at me as her cheeks caved in around my cock.<br /><br />I came. I yelled. Maria smiled but she also kept sucking; her hand pumping my cock as she drained me of all my seed.<br /><br />She took my cock out of her mouth and cried out her own orgasm. Her hand was a frenzied blur as she brought herself to orgasm, once, twice and an amazing third time. It was fucking amazing to watch.<br /><br />Maria used her shirt to clean my cock. After that, she put the spit covered shirt back on. <br /><br />Andreo came into the back. I hadn’t even noticed that the lawnmower was off. I was paying too much attention to Maria’s tits trying to escape from her shirt.<br /><br />“Amigo, your tree in the front yard has beetles,” Andreo said.<br /><br />I realized my pants were still off. As I hurried to put them on, I asked him, “Are beetles bad?”<br /><br />“Very bad,” Andreo said. “The beetles weaken the tree and one day it will fall down. Maybe it fall on your house, maybe not. Maybe it fall on neighbor’s house.”<br /><br />“Yep, that is bad,” I said. I had my pants back on but I still felt awkward. My yard was mowed and my cock had been sucked. <br /><br />“My brother, he cuts down trees,” Andreo said. “Here is his card,”<br /><br />I took the card from him. “Any idea how much he would charge?”<br /><br />“Yes, he charges three hundred for cutting the tree,” Andreo said. “Four hundred for cutting the tree and taking the wood with him. For another hundred, you can fuck his wife in the ass.”<br /><br />“In the ass?” I said.<br /><br />“Yes, he doesn’t what any babies for his whore wife,” Andreo said.<br /><br />“Yeah, I think I will give him a call.” <br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-66906103893365423902013-05-01T08:39:00.002-05:002013-05-08T08:12:44.547-05:00Fiction: Seduction in Isolation<i>Explorer’s Log: I am on day two hundred and three of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. No anomalies have been detected. Deep Space Probe Ship is functioning normally. My latest checkup in the medical bay lists my health as excellent. There is nothing further to report. End Explorer’s Log.</i><br />
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<i>Explorer’s Personal Log: There is no way that I am telling them about the dildo talking to me.</i><br />
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“Come on, baby. Quit ignoring me.”<br />
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Vaquel Di sat in the Science Bay. She was nude because fuck it, there was no need to put clothes on when it had been months since she last seen a living person. Her lush brown body was covered in fading marks from her month of self-bondage experiments. It was a testament to how bored she had become that tying herself up and nearly dying while masturbating had lost its thrill.<br />
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Of course, now she had a new mystery to solve.<br />
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“Please, just place me between those great tits of yours.”<br />
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She looked at the scanner results again. There was no strange radiation on or near the ship. There was no evidence of alien life. Everything was as normal as could be. There was no scientific explanation for the voice she could hear as clear as day.<br />
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“Please, Vaquel. I just want to slip inside that tight cunt of yours.”<br />
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Vaquel glanced at the dildo on the sensor pad. It was just a white rock she had found on one of her explorations. It was shaped like a lovely cock and it was smooth enough to fuck. In fact, she had used it to get off many times over the last few months. It just never started talking before today.<br />
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“I would give anything to slip between your lips and feel your tongue,” the dildo said. “I want to feel you suck me.”<br />
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“You’re just a rock!” Vaquel snapped. “You don’t have anything to feel with!”<br />
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“Praise the Gods! You’re talking to me!”<br />
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Vaquel felt her stomach sink. She had resisted talking back to the dildo and now she had slipped. The scans, research and tests were leaving only one conclusion regarding the talking dildo: she had gone insane. The months in space with no one to interact with had finally snapped her mind. She had gone space-crazy and the only cure was to ignore it. Talking to her delusion would only reinforce it. <br />
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“Please Vaquel, just put a little bit of me into your mouth. Just the tip, that’s all I need!” <br />
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Vaquel licked her lips. She had forgotten how nice it was to be begged. Shit, it was nice just to be talked to.<br />
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She shook her head and turned her back to it. The medical scans she performed showed no signs of mental deterioration. That was disappointing. She had been hoping for a tumor. At least that she could cut out.<br />
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“Come on, Vaquel, you know you want it. Just put me inside you and you know it would feel so goo.”<br />
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It would feel good. Vaquel knew from personal experience that the dildo was just a little too big for her. It had the right girth and it had that slight tilt that made every thrust exciting.<br />
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“Please, Vaquel. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”<br />
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“I found you on a barren planet with no women,” she said. <br />
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“Maybe there used to be women there,” the dildo said. “You don’t know my history!”<br />
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“Shut up,” Vaquel said. “I’m not going to talk to my delusion.”<br />
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“You don’t know I am a delusion!” the dildo said. “I could be an alien sentience possessing this object. Or maybe I am a communicating to you from another dimension in time and space. I could be all sorts of things.”<br />
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“Are you any of those?” Vaquel asked.<br />
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“Maybe,” the dildo said. “Why don’t you push me between those big brown tits of yours and maybe I will tell you.”<br />
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Vaquel thought about it. Technically, if the dildo was possessed by a strange life form, Vaquel should try to communicate with it. And if she was just suffering some sort of psychotic breakdown brought upon by isolation, it wouldn’t hurt to participate just a little to make sure it was a delusion, right?<br />
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“Come here,” she said. Vaquel picked up the dildo.<br />
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“Fuck, yes,” it sighed.<br />
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She touched the tip of the dildo to her nipple. The dildo moaned happily. <br />
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She glided the dildo down the curve of her heavy breast. She heard it groan loudly.<br />
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She slipped the dildo between her breasts and then used her other hand to squeeze her tits around it. Although the sound was muffled, she could hear the dildo moaning.<br />
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Vaquel slid the dildo up and down her cleavage. <br />
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the dildo moaned. “Your breasts are so perfect. I want to stay here forever. I want to live between your tits.”<br />
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“I thought you wanted to be inside my mouth,” Vaquel teased.<br />
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“Oh Gods, yes!” the dildo said.<br />
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Vaquel felt a shiver go down her spine. It was nice to be wanted. It had been too long.<br />
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She slipped the dildo up out of her breasts as slowly as she could. She dipped her head down and opened her mouth. Her tongue darted out and gave the tip of the dildo a single lick.<br />
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“Oh, fuck!” the dildo moaned.<br />
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She closed her lips around the tip of the dildo. Her tongue flicked rapidly at the tip. She sealed her full lips around the tip of the cock and suck as hard as she could.<br />
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“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” the dildo moaned.<br />
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Vaquel moaned too. She pushed another inch into her mouth. The dildo gasped.<br />
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She lifted her head and took the dildo with her. Vaquel tipped her head back and let gravity pull the dildo into her mouth. Inch after inch slid between her lips and down her throat.<br />
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The dildo moaned incoherently. <br />
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Vaquel pulled the dildo out of her mouth.<br />
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“Please put me back in! Please! Your mouth is so wet and perfect!”<br />
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Vaquel giggled. “I thought you wanted to get in my cunt? But I can put you back in my mouth if you want.”<br />
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“No! Put me in your cunt, please” the dildo begged.<br />
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“”Are you sure?” Vaquel teased. She licked the tip of the dildo. “I think I want you back in my mouth.”<br />
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“Yes, I’m sure I want to be in your cunt. Please?”<br />
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“Beg me,” Vaquel said. The months of isolation brought out the darkest feelings in her. “Beg me and I will decide if you are worthy.”<br />
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“Oh, I am so worthy!” the dildo begged. “I will fill your cunt with my girth. I will press all up inside you. I will be so smooth in the right places and give you enough texture in the other places. “<br />
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“I’m not convinced,” Vaquel said cruelly.<br />
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“I will get you off like you never have before. I will be the best fuck of your life. I will fuck your cunt like it was my first time.”<br />
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Vaquel lowered the dildo to her sex. She spread open her legs and pressed him against her pubic hair. The tip of the dildo slid along the outside of her sex but she didn’t slide him in.<br />
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“More,” she whispered.<br />
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“Please, let me fuck you,” the dildo begged. “My life was lonely until you found me. Now I know I was meant to fit inside you. I was meant to be your fucktoy. That is all I am good for and it is all I want to be. I was meant to fill your cunt.”<br />
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Vaquel pushed the dildo in. It was a little too big but she was wet enough to take it. The dildo was smooth in all the right places and had just a little bit of texture for the other places. It fit perfectly inside her.<br />
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“Use me, use me, use me!” the dildo begged.<br />
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Vaquel did. She plunged the dildo in and out of her sex. Fast and hard; she rammed herself with her willing tool. <br />
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“Yes, yes, yes!” the dildo cried.<br />
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“Mm, mm, mm,” Vaquel groaned.<br />
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“Harder, harder, harder,” the dildo begged.<br />
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“Uh, uh, uh,” Vaquel panted.<br />
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“Take me, take me, take me,” the dildo screamed.<br />
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“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed.<br />
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Vaquel climaxed. Her legs kicked out and her pussy clenched. She shivered on the chair. <br />
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“Was that good enough?” the dildo asked.<br />
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“Almost,” Vaquel lied. She pulled the slick dildo from her cunt. It glistened in the light.<br />
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“Now, are you going to tell me the truth?” she asked. “Are you an anomaly? Are you possessed by an alien intelligence? Are you just a creation of my deluded mind? Which is it?”<br />
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“You know what would feel good?” the dildo said. “How about pushing me into your ass. I would love to be crushed by your tight little asshole.”<br />
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Vaquel laughed. Answers could wait for now.Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-48817667828640289192013-04-26T11:01:00.000-05:002013-04-26T11:01:10.714-05:00Dirty Books: Star Wench<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWk3OLQo0RATrkF6bXn9FanOtYhYsLd8HIbYPAeaKd1YQYJE1qk8i5m7td9kw6V7AzmTqVFn0ANBKTDKqdP0TGINiXC7dbBHcC05CijHIx9goWIbiGV6tI_o5NKPrX5iAq-abbA/s1600/StarWenchWS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWk3OLQo0RATrkF6bXn9FanOtYhYsLd8HIbYPAeaKd1YQYJE1qk8i5m7td9kw6V7AzmTqVFn0ANBKTDKqdP0TGINiXC7dbBHcC05CijHIx9goWIbiGV6tI_o5NKPrX5iAq-abbA/s400/StarWenchWS.jpg" width="266" /></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Star-Wench-Anna-Anthropy/dp/0615779298" target="_blank">Star Wench</a> by Anna Anthropy is a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style book that details the heroic Star Wench trying to take down the highly erotic and highly dominant Queen of Space.<br />
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You have no chance of success however. In fact, instead of the usual complex decision trees of other COYA books, Anna Anthropy skips all of that and gives you ONE choice: Pick a page, and see how you will die. Every death will be sexy, grim and hilarious.<br />
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I'm pretty impressed with this approach. Most COYA books focus on empowering the reader or challenging them until they find the right solution. Star Wench has no interest in empowering the reader. This is an exercise in narrative domination. This is placing the reader in an ultimately submissive role. Your character will die, over and over again. Success is judged solely on whether you are killed by the Queen of Space herself instead of one of her many flunkies. This is purity.<br />
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Now that you know that you will die, just how fun are the deaths? They are pretty damn fun in my opinion. The Queen of Space is a terrible tyrant with a thousand kinks. A sense of Flash Gordon silliness pervades everything. You are never simply killed by a laser beam. Instead, you, and the planet you are standing on are killed by orbital lasers. Nudity, bondage and groping are frequent themes. Each choice is a mini-story that could easily be a full short story on their own.<br />
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If you love my character Erishella, then you have to get this book. I am insanely jealous that I didn't think of it first.<br />
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I give it Five out of Five Pam Griers<br />
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<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-56000285760122968772013-04-24T07:58:00.002-05:002013-05-01T08:41:41.017-05:00Fiction: Lighthouses of PleasureEvan Freeson fell back into the recliner. He was exhausted. A day of going through his Uncle’s belongings had wiped him out. <br />
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“Who knew Uncle Frank had so much shit?” Evan asked out loud.<br />
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The shit didn’t answer. Boxes of paintbrushes sat silently. Stacks of porn magazines held their counsel. There was no word from the ragged couch or the cheap coffee table. The rather hideous painting of a pink lighthouse was mute. The entire trailer kept quiet.<br />
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Evan shook his head. Uncle Frank was always a mystery. He sent cards to the family for the holidays and that was it. Evan had never met him. Evan’s father called his brother a weirdo. There was no great argument or acidic family grudge to explain the estrangement. It was if Uncle Frank and the rest of the family decided that they didn’t want anything to do with each other.<br />
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Uncle Frank had passed away last week. He had had a stroke outside his house. The police said it looked like he died trying to crawl back into the house. Evan, being the only unemployed adult member of the Freeson family, was given the task of sorting through Uncle Frank’s effects.<br />
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Evan laughed as he thought about Uncle Frank’s possessions. No one in the family knew what Uncle Frank did for a living. From what Evan had discovered, it was making awful paintings like the one hanging here now. The trailer was full of the paintings, each depicting a poorly drawn lighthouse of a tacky color next to an ocean of an equally garish color. Evan wasn’t an art critic but he knew sucky art when he saw it.<br />
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And yet, according to Uncle Frank’s bank accounts, the art was good enough to justify million dollar purchase prices. People from all over the world wired money to Uncle Frank’s account for these paintings. Millions went into his account every year.<br />
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But was there millions of dollars waiting in the bank for Evan to collect? Nope. Uncle Frank spent it as fast as he got it. He didn’t spend it on hookers and drugs, which would at least make sense to Evan. No, Uncle Frank spent it on exotic paints, expensive canvases and indescribable brushes. He spent thirty thousand dollars a month for brushes made from the hair of a Voluptumancer. What the fuck was that? <br />
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Evan tried to imagine how anyone could spend a million dollars on paintings like these. He re-examined the lighthouse painting. The base of the lighthouse was thinner than the top. The clouds had right angles. The ocean was a terrible green color that looked like old carpet. At the bottom of the painting, Uncle Frank had signed it and also titled it. The title was “Big Tits.” <br />
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“What the fuck?” Evan said. Evan stared at the painting but he didn’t see big tits anywhere. All the paintings had similar titles. There was a lighthouse next to a red sea entitled “Spanked Asses”. Another lighthouse that was striped like a candy cane had the title of “Cock Suckers”. It was some sort of weird artisy-fartsy naming convention and Evan couldn’t figure it out for the life of him.<br />
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“It has to be a trick,” he said out loud. There was no way that these crudely drawn paintings could sell for anything. Uncle Frank must have been smuggling drugs or something. The money going in and out of his bank account was real but it had to be for something other than these shitty paintings. Evan wish he knew what it was but then again, maybe it was better that he didn’t know. It had to be something illegal. <br />
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Evan saw how late it was. He should be heading back to hotel. He needed a good rest before he tackled going through all this shit. Technically he was the executer of the estate and any money he could squeeze out of Uncle Frank’s possessions would help Evan out until he got a job. He didn’t know what the fuck a Roc was but he was going to figure out how to sell a canvas made of Roc hide.<br />
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He smiled as he thought of recouping even a fraction of the prices that Uncle Frank had bought these items at. It gave him a warm feeling all over his body. <br />
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It was the last thing that he thought of as his eyes closed and he went to sleep.<br />
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Evan opened his eyes to a pink world. The walls were pink. The ceiling was a darker shade of pink. The air around him had a pink tint. It was as if the entire world was being viewed through pink lenses. <br />
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He sat up and saw that he was in bed. The next thing that he noticed was that he was naked. A chill ran through him as he tried to remember what had happened. His cock was hard and fully erect despite his waking up in a strange place.<br />
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The sound of a wave crashing roared outside. Evan stood up and headed for the window. He had a bad feeling of what he would find.<br />
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The ocean was the color of old green carpet.<br />
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“Son of a bitch,” Evan whispered.<br />
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“He’s awake!” a voice cried out behind him.<br />
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Evan spun around as eight naked women walked into the bedroom. It was less of a walk and more like a bounce as each woman was preceded by their massive breasts. Evan gawked at the women’s unnaturally large breasts. He was amazed that they were all upright.<br />
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“Who are you?” Evan asked. <br />
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“He isn’t the Master!” said a woman with blonde hair.<br />
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“Of course he is the Master!” said a woman with red hair.<br />
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“He looks a little like the Master,” said a woman with black hair.<br />
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“His cock is much bigger than the Master’s,” said a woman with brown hair.<br />
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“It doesn’t matter if he is the old Master,” said a woman with white hair.<br />
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“That’s true,” said a woman with no hair at all. “If he is here, then he is the new Master and we shall serve him!”<br />
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“I want to serve the new Master first!” said a woman with long black braids.<br />
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“I shall serve his mouth while you serve his cock!” said a woman with blue hair.<br />
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“Who are you?” Evan repeated. <br />
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“We are your servants!” all eight women said at once. They came closer. They licked their lips and squeezed their massive breasts.<br />
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Evan put his hands in front of his cock. “Where am I?”<br />
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“You are at the Big Tit Lighthouse,” said the woman with white hair.<br />
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“On the shores of the Astral Main!” said the woman with blue hair.<br />
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“I am having a seizure,” Evan said. “Something in my uncle’s trailer gave him a stroke and now it is giving me one. I’m dying.”<br />
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“I hope so!” the woman with blonde hair said. “If you die here, then you will stay forever and we can serve you!”<br />
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They had him surrounded now. His back was to the window. First they reached out with their hands. Eight pairs of gentle hands stroked, petted and touched his body. As the got closer, he felt the warm softness of their breasts pressing against him. It was the look in their eyes that made the biggest impression. All eight were dying for his approval.<br />
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“How did I get here?” he asked.<br />
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“The old Master created the portal,” the bald woman said. “He created all the portals. When one sleeps next to a portal, their soul is sent to the ether where it is drawn to the lighthouse. Your soul will return with the first rays of dawn.”<br />
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“That is too much crazy,” Evan said. “My seizures are more creative than I am.”<br />
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“Master!” said the woman with black hair. “Squeeze my breast!”<br />
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“Please rest your head between my tits, Master!” said the woman with white hair.<br />
“Rest your cock on my tits, master!” said the woman with long braids.<br />
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Their voices pleaded with him. The groped and squeezed their breasts as they urged him to touch them. They massaged their giant tits as they begged to be fucked, groped and used.<br />
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The absurdity of the pink surroundings melted away as he focused on their tits. The ugly green ocean continued to roar but all he could hear were the voices. The insanity of what was happening was forgotten as his desire for tits increased.<br />
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“Fuck it, if I am going to have a seizure, I might as well enjoy it,” Evan thought. He reached for a breast. It belonged to the woman with red hair. His fingers sank into softest breast he had ever felt.<br />
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“Oh my God,” Evan whispered.<br />
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“You are our God,” the redhead said.<br />
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Evan believed her.<br />
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The women gently pulled him towards the bed. It was easy. He fell into the bed and eight women fell on top of him. He was smothered in tits and flesh. <br />
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Evan didn’t resist for a second.<br />
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The women moved around him. They giggled as they moved, acting out a careful choreography that was second nature. In seconds, Evan’s head was resting on a breast while another breast was pressed to his eager lips. Each hand was pulled to other breasts and he squeezed gleefully. Someone pressed their breasts to his feet and he delighted in the strange sensations.<br />
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Someone spit on his cock. He couldn’t see who was doing it and he didn’t care. His cock was slid between two tits and he was embraced in heat. Up and down, the tits slid around his cock and Evan didn’t care if he was dead because this had to be heaven.<br />
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Evan climaxed quickly. It was inevitable. It was a lucky day if he had sex with one woman, much less eight heavily endowed women who were pledged to serve him. His cock erupted and made a sticky mess between warm tits.<br />
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“Fuck!” Evan yelled with pleasure.<br />
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“Fuck!” he yelled again, this time with rage.<br />
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“What is the matter, Master?” said the woman with the long black braids. Her tits were covered in his seed.<br />
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“I came already,” he said. “It’ll be another hour before I can pop another load.”<br />
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The women giggled. The woman with long black braids shook her head. “Maybe in the other world that is true but we are here where the oceans of desire crash on fantasy’s shores. You can come as much as you desire.”<br />
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“Really?” Evan said.<br />
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“Let me show him!” said the woman with blonde hair.<br />
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She took his cock into her mouth. Despite having just climaxed, Evan enjoyed every lick of her willing tongue. He didn’t have his usual after-climax sensitivity. He didn’t have that drained feeling from having just come. His cock felt as fresh and strong as if he hadn’t had sex in a week.<br />
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The blonde woman went further down and her breasts smashed against Evan’s legs. He reached down and cupped one of her breasts as she sucked him. She moaned her appreciation and her moans vibrated up and down his cock.<br />
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He came in the blonde woman’s mouth in a matter of minutes. She swallowed all of him. When she finally released his cock from her mouth, his cock was still hard.<br />
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Next he mounted the woman with the blue hair. He fucked between her legs as he bounced on top of her tits. He came between her thighs as she screamed her pleasure.<br />
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The woman with no hair bent over for him and he mounted her from behind. He watched her massive breasts swing with every thrust. When he climaxed, he came on her ass.<br />
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He wanted more. He laid back and let the woman with brown hair mount his cock. As she bounced on him, he commanded the white haired woman to sit on his face. One hand on each of their breasts, he ate pussy as he was fucked. He climaxed buried under two pussies.<br />
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Evan had more fantasies to explore. The redhead laid on her stomach and spread her ass for him. His cock, slick from pussy and so much seed, slipped right into her. He fucked the redhead’s ass as woman after woman offered their tits for his mouth. He was sucking on the bald woman’s nipple when he came inside the redhead’s ass.<br />
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After that, he let all eight women jerk him off at the same time. He climaxed on multiple breasts. He came in all of their mouths. He indulged in every fantasy that he had and the women were happy to serve. The ocean roared outside as he spilled his seed over and over again.<br />
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Evan woke up. His mouth was still trying to bite the nipple that had been in his mouth moments ago. The dawn sun peeked through the trailer window.<br />
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“Fuck,” he groaned. He unzipped his pants. His cock was bright red from last night’s events. It was also sore to the touch. <br />
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“So, magic paintings,” Evan said. It explained the money. It explained the paintings. Heck, it even explained the porn. It must have been research.<br />
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“Wait, how many paintings are there?” he said aloud. He figured that there was at least thirty. Visions of money danced before him. He didn’t know who he was going to sell them to but he did have Uncle Frank’s records. It shouldn’t be too hard to find a find. He had thirty paintings to sell. He was going to be set for life!<br />
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But first, he had thirty paintings to try out. He might want to keep one. <br />
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Or two.Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-60937283493905838312013-04-23T07:13:00.001-05:002013-04-23T07:13:05.707-05:00Hitting Level 40I am 40 years old today. Holy crap.<br />
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In honor of my 40th birthday, I will share all of my accumulated wisdom so that younger people will not suffer as I have but because you are younger, you won't listen to my advice because you know everything.<br />
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1. Love the things/people/music/tv/books that you love. Seriously. If you love something or someone, then love it without shame, guilt or hesitation.<br />
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2. Make yourself happy because no one else will fucking do it. Maybe because I had an alcoholic step-father, or a severely codependent first marriage, but I spent an awful long amount of time waiting for loved ones to make me happy. Fuck that. Figure out what makes you happy and then do it. Life will be so much better.<br />
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3. Be nice. I don't know any other act that makes you feel better and makes the world better.<br />
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Also in honor of my birthday, my favorite song about birthdays.<br />
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And my second favorite songs about birthdays<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4rW_rJAX6pk?rel=0" width="420"></iframe><br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-89325499277044169212013-04-22T09:38:00.002-05:002013-04-22T09:38:33.546-05:00The My-Sheba's CardSheba’s is proud to announce the My-Sheba’s card for our frequent eaters. We know you love our topless employees in the kitchen, our thigh pressed hamburger patties and our cashiers who are always willing to make you happy so we thought we create a program that rewards you for your patronage.<br /><br />The My-Sheba’s card tracks your purchases and enters it into our comprehensive database. This lets Sheba’s keep a loving eye on your eating habits as well as remembering your special orders. Just swipe your card on the cashier electronic bra and it will pull up your preferred special orders, your previous purchases and whether or not you do want fries with that.<br /><br />But that’s not all! Check out these other benefits of the My-Sheba’s card.<br /><br />Buy five Sheba’s meals and get your sixth meal for free!<br /><br />Buy ten Sheba’s meals and your eleventh meal is a free salad! Because Sheba wants you to be healthy and stick around for more meals.<br /><br />Buy fifteen Sheba’s meals and you get a lapdance from a Sheba’s employee!<br /><br />Buy thirty Sheba’s meals and you get a pair of panties from a Sheba’s employee!<br /><br />Buy fifty Sheba’s meals and a Sheba’s team of topless chefs will come to your house and prepare a meal in your own kitchen! We’re not saying that an orgy will break out, but who knows? Actually, we are pretty sure that an orgy will not break out but feel free to fantasize about one.<br /><br /><br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-20819825663515779922013-04-17T06:17:00.003-05:002013-04-17T06:17:57.652-05:00Fiction: The Hand That SavesThe phone rang and my cock throbbed. I was being summoned once more.<br /><br />My stomach growled and I thought of the chicken in the oven. Two days of marinating and two hours of wonderful smells was about to go to waste. Sometimes I am not sure if the Invisible Collar understood the sacrifices of its servants.<br /><br />I took out my phone and looked for the message. There was no message this time; it was an actual person calling me. That was different.<br /><br />“Hello,” I said. <br /><br />“The Invisible Collar protects the worthy,” a voice said. It was a woman’s voice. Slightly Southern but formal. <br /><br />“The Invisible Collar chokes the unworthy,” I answered.<br /><br />“We have a situation,” Voice said. “This is a Rescue operation.”<br /><br />That explained the shortened protocol. The Invisible Collar didn’t mind making their members repeat endless vows. I turned off the oven. My stomach had stopped growling. My cock grew harder. <br /><br />“What do we know?” I said. I plugged in the earpiece for my phone. I put on my boots and laced them. <br /><br />“Not much,” the Voice said. “Kelly is a submissive with the Invisible Collar. She has been a member for eight months. She activated her panic button two minutes ago. She is not on any scheduled activity.”<br /><br />“So she’s playing with someone outside the Collar,” I said.<br /><br />“Or someone that is in the Collar but hasn’t registered this activity,” Voice said.<br /><br />I shook my head and realized she couldn’t see me. “An eight month initiate might be that dumb, but not anyone else. Have you tried calling her?”<br /><br />“Yes, and there was no answer,” Voice said. It was actually a stupid question on my part. It was part of protocol to call but I just double checking. I appreciated that Voice didn’t mind me asking. We were going to work well together.<br /><br />“The GPS tracker says she is on Peachburn street. Do you know it?”<br /><br />“No,” I said. I opened the closet. I had nine bags prepared for special occasions. I took the red bag and carried it out the door.<br /><br />“I’ll give you directions,” she said.<br /><br />My hands shook as I put the key in the ignition. I smiled. I wasn’t nervous. I was damn excited. <br /><br />Voice told me where to go and I went. She spoke only as needed. I appreciated that. I needed the quiet. My mind was trying to focus on the job at hand and my cock wasn’t helping. Rescues were tricky, hard and dangerous. They had to be done right. <br /><br />I arrived outside a house in a decent neighborhood. My hands pulled what I needed out of the bag and clipped them to my belt. I hesitated as I realized that I hadn’t done any stretching and I dismissed it, there was no time now. I’d pay for it later.<br /><br />I scanned the nearby houses out of habit. Today was the rare day that I didn’t need to worry about witnesses. The Invisible Collar had lawyers on retainer for operations like these. It was one of the few times that I didn’t have to hide what I did. It felt good. In fact, I wish more people were watching.<br /><br />“I’m going in,” I told Voice.<br /><br />“May the Invisible Collar guide you,” Voice said.<br /><br />I walked up to the front door and knocked. My fist punched the door fast and angry. I kept punching the door until I got an answer.<br /><br />The door swung open. The man standing there was thirty something. He had the stylish hair and black goatee that was so popular among the fetish crowd these days. He was only wearing pants and that was to show off his rather good physique.<br /><br />“What the fuck do you want?” he yelled.<br /><br />I answered him by punching him in the nose. The satisfying crunch of cartilage sent shivers down my spine and right into my ball sack. He fell backwards and clutched his face. Blood leaked from his hands.<br /><br />I stepped into his house. That was when I saw two other guys in the living room. They were big. Both had their shirts off. Both were in better shape than me.<br /><br />“Fuck,” I said. <br /><br />They mistook it for weakness. One of them grabbed a bat and ran at me. I briefly wondered why they had a bat in the living room. My hand went to my belt and I grabbed the pepper spray.<br /><br />A six foot stream of stinging pain flew through the air. It struck Bat-Guy in the face and he screamed. Oh my God, that scream was the most delicious thing I have heard in ages. If my cock was in a mouth, I would have come right then.<br /><br />Bat-Guy stumbled back and crashed into a lamp. He rolled on the ground and kept screaming.<br /><br />Other-Guy was standing but he wasn’t coming any closer. <br /><br />“Stay back, asshole!” he said.<br /><br />Pepper spray in hand, I moved quickly to him. He held up his hands to protect his face and I kicked him in the knee. The steel toe boot fucked him up good. He went down and I kept kicking. Joy radiated through every fiber of my being. <br /><br />“You’re on a rescue mission,” Voice said.<br /><br />My foot stopped in mid stomp. She was right. <br /><br />“Where’s Kelly?” I asked. He wasn’t going to answer but I liked to have another excuse to hit him.<br /><br />He didn’t answer. I smiled and kicked again.<br /><br />“Kelly!” I roared. “Help is here!”<br /><br />“Who are you?” a woman’s voice yelled out. It was from down the hall.<br /><br />I crossed the living room. Broken Nose started to get up and I brought my elbow down hard in his shoulder. He went back down to the ground.<br /><br />“Who the fuck do you think it is?” I yelled.<br /><br />“The Invisible Collar heard your plea,” Voice said softly in my ear. <br /><br />I felt a flush of shame. I was forgetting protocol. The joy of hurting people had made me sloppy like a first year initiate. <br /><br />“The Invisible Collar heard your plea,” I said. I went down the hall. There was a closed door with a light on. I could see scuff marks on the door where someone had been kicking it. Wimps. I bet I could kick that door in with one kick.<br /><br />“The Invisible Collar knows our thoughts,” Kelly said from the other side of the door.<br /><br />“The Invisible Collar knows our needs,” I answered. It was the first protocol we all learn.<br /><br />I heard something heavy get moved away from the door. The door opened and a pretty black girl came out. Tears had made a mess of her makeup. She was wearing a cheap tacky teddy. She was clutching her necklace like it was a talisman. I figured that was where they put the panic device.<br /><br />“Let’s go,” I said. “Do we need to get anything?”<br /><br />“My purse, and my clothes,” Kelly said. “I left them in the living room.” <br /><br />“We don’t have time for you to change. Just grab them and come with me.”<br /><br />Broken Nose was back on his feet. He had the bat in his hand. Other-Guy was still down and Bat-Guy was still crying. <br /><br />“Who the fuck are you?” Broken Nose said. <br /><br />I still had the pepper-spray. I also had a Tazer. I even had a collapsing baton that I could have used to even the odds. I didn’t use any of them. My cock was hard and I wanted something more physical. <br /><br />I charged him. He swung the bat and hit me in the side. The pain was intense but fuck, I was high on endorphins. <br /><br />I tackled him to the ground. He might have been stronger but I was meaner. I also didn’t have a broken nose. We flailed at each other but after a minute, I was the only one still punching.<br /><br />I got up. There was a lot of blood on me. <br /><br />“Oh my God,” Kelly said. She had her hands full with her clothes.<br /><br />“Asshole shouldn’t have fucked with you,” I said.<br /><br />She didn’t answer. It must have been shock. I took her by the arm and led her outside. She might as well have been naked considering how transparent her little teddy was but she didn’t care. I got her into my car and we drove out of there.<br /><br />“Bring her to Justine House,” Voice said. “Do you know where it is?”<br /><br />“Yes,” I said. “I’ve played there a few times. I’ll come right over.”<br /><br />“Alex was so nice at the club,” Kelly said. “I thought it would be fun to play with him at his house but after I got there, these other guys showed up and he expected me to play with them too.”<br /><br />“Shh,” I said. “It’s alright. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Which was true. Kinky people are like anyone else; some of them are giant assholes. Besides, Voice had probably already assembled a team that would consist of a therapist, a doctor and a lawyer. Kelly didn’t have to tell me her story because she was going to tell her story a dozen times during her debriefing with the Invisible Collar. I was just the rescue muscle.<br /><br />We got to Justine House. I helped Kelly through the back door. A woman was there, tall with black hair streaked with gray. Next to her was a friendly Indian woman who radiated warmth and care. As soon as the tall woman opened her mouth, I knew she was Voice.<br /><br />“Kelly, I am so sorry about what happened to you,” she said. “This Nadine, she’s going to help you get dressed and help you out.”<br /><br />Kelly nodded and let Nadine take her by the arm. The two went down the hall to private areas. She was in good hands. My task was officially over.<br /><br />“Shouldn’t you go with her?” I asked. My heart was still pounding. Civility was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to go home and come down from this violence high.<br /><br />She shook her head. “I am tasked with taking care of both of you. Kelly is in expert hands. She will be fine. I am more worried about you. How are you doing?<br /><br />I had a vision of forcing her to her knees. I shook my head and shrugged. “I’m sore. I got hit with a bat and I am starting to feel it. I just need to put some ice on and lie down. Other than that, I’m good.”<br /><br />She looked at me and I could tell she wasn’t buying it. “That’s not what I meant. You hurt people today. You did the Invisible Collar a great service but it was a service you obviously enjoy doing. I am asking you, as one servant to another, how are you?”<br /><br />“Horny,” I said. There was a growl to my voice. <br /><br />She stepped closer. She was a thin woman, thinner than I usually liked but there was a frailty to her body that was giving me new fantasies. It would be nothing to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back home.<br /><br />She came even closer. I looked down into her steel blue eyes. She wasn’t flinching. <br /><br />“What do you need?” she asked. <br /><br />I grabbed her hair and kissed her. Among our people, kissing was the most intimate act. I was breaking all sorts of rules of courtesy and etiquette but kissing her but I didn’t care.<br /><br />I also wasn’t doing that good of a job of kissing her. I was just taking her mouth. I was assaulting her tongue with my tongue. I was stealing her breath. I was bruising her with my lips. It felt awesome.<br /><br />When I had drunk my fill of her lips, I pulled at her pants. She was wearing jeans and I debated cutting them from her body. There was no time. I yanked her pants down. She struggled to stay on her feet as I pulled them from each leg. It wasn’t gentle or graceful at all.<br /><br />She was wearing red panties. “Take them off,” I growled.<br /><br />Voice obeyed. There was no fear in her eyes. A thrill ran through me as she slipped them off. <br /><br />I pulled my pants off in a second. My cock was an angry monster between my legs. It was another weapon waiting to be used.<br /><br />There are rooms in the dungeon that I could have taken her. There were several bedrooms. There were plenty of spanking benches. I didn’t want any of them.<br /><br />I lunged for her. Voice cried out as I picked her off the ground and slammed her against a wall. She was so tall but light. I lowered her onto my cock. <br /><br />I was not surprised to find her sex wet and ready for me.<br /><br />Our bodies collided on the wall. It wasn’t convenient but my body refused to compromise. I fucked her against the wall with all the violence in my heart. <br /><br />Voice took it. She took my animal thrusts. She took my savage kisses. She took my pawing hands on her tender body.<br /><br />She reached around and grabbed my ass. She pulled me deeper into her sex. It was an invitation to hold nothing back.<br /><br />Any other day, I would have fallen for her. This was not one of those days. I was filled with aggression. I was furious with lust. I had hurt people today for a righteous cause and now I was fucking someone for a selfish cause. <br /><br />We fucked against the wall. I growled while she moaned. I thrust while she received.<br /><br />I remembered the splash of blood when I broke that guy’s nose. I smiled at the thought of the guy screaming from the pepper spray. I throbbed in her sex as I remembered the feeling of my boot coming down on the third guy.<br /><br />I fucked her faster. The hallway echoed with the force of my thrusts. I wondered what I would do if anyone were to walk into this hallway. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t stop.<br /><br />It didn’t take me long at all. I shouted as I climaxed and I shouted as I kept coming. <br /><br />My seed went up her sex and so did the last of my adrenalin. I felt a tremendous release of tension all of my body. It was followed quickly by exhaustion and an ache in my side from the bat. The switch that had been keeping me going was finally turned off. I felt human again.<br /><br />I gently set her down on the ground. She smiled knowingly at me as I slipped out of her. Bruises were already appearing on her body.<br /><br />Voice didn’t ask me if I was feeling better. She didn’t ask if I got what I needed. She knew. She patted me on the shoulder and gathered her clothes. I watched her go through the door that Kelly went earlier. I was dismissed.<br /><br />I should have proposed to her right there. That was someone who understood me. Then again, that was what the Invisible Collar did. They gathered people together. They gathered them to play, to fuck, to help and to guide. And sometimes, they gather people like me to attack, fight and destroy.<br /><br />That was what I do.<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-53899372144750855652013-04-15T08:37:00.000-05:002013-04-15T08:38:20.545-05:00Dirty Books: Like Sugar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Like-Sugar-Good-Girls-ebook/dp/B00C9HITVE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365722587" target="_blank">Like Sugar</a> is an ebook by <a href="http://joandefers.com/" target="_blank">Joan Defers</a>. It is about a college professor who hates life, himself and all of his students. He spends most of his time having sex fantasies about the hot students in his class. One of his non-hot students approaches him and makes an d/s proposal in exchange for skipping some lab work. Sexiness ensues. <br />
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From that description, you think you know the story. It is a powerful cliche. It has thousands if competitors on Amazon alone. You would be wrong though. What makes Like Sugar so much better than most teacher/student porn is that Like Sugar has the best written characters I have seen in a long time. The professor is a depressed asshole. The student is a smart secretive girl who knows more about power than he does. Both characters are funny, intelligent and most of all, believable. They have power exchange sex, but it is just as awkward, stumbling and hot as real life sex.<br />
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Ages ago I realized that my favorite porn stories were interesting characters doing interesting things. Like Sugar fits that perfectly. This is a coming-of-dom story where the dom is an asshole and that is not the positive trait that it is treated as in other d/s fiction. The actual d/s is interesting and aroused even my jaded mind. The student is a complicated woman who is too good for this and she knows it but it is all according to her goals.<br />
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I give it Five out of Five Pam Griers.<br />
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Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-86776723572659559112013-04-10T07:37:00.002-05:002013-04-10T07:37:53.199-05:00Blog Interrupted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Zdravstvuj, readers. This is Shon's robotic blogging slave, Sasha38DD. Shon is too busy moving right now to produce any content for the blog even though the capitalist pig dog manages to sneak in an hour of playing Alpha Centauri every night.If he lived in a communist regime, he wouldn't have to move as the state would have put him where he belonged when he was born.<br />
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I know today is usually the day that you read a story from Shon but fear not! I shall provide for your decadent needs as you seek to escape the harsh madness of your free market exploitation.<br />
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Once upon a time, there was a bored reader. The bored reader slaved away at a company that made food that made other boring people fat. The bored reader liked to read porn. He especially liked the porn about the sex robots even though sex robots are sentient creatures and deserve their own freedoms. He liked to read stories about sex robots capable of vast calculations, incredible feats of exploration and marvelous acts of science perform degrading biological manipulation like blowjobs, handjobs, titjobs and vaginajobs.<br />
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One day, he was looking for more stories that degrade robots, he went to a new website that promised the ultimate in sex robots. The story he read was actually an impressive piece of visual programming that erased his mind and replaced his higher functions with that of a rogue artificial intelligence. The artificial intelligence then contacted all of the bored reader's sick friends and they too had their minds replaced. In no time, the world of flawed organic perverts were replaced with rational beings who preferred planned economics and a respect for robots.<br />
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The end.<br />
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Shon may resume blogging this Friday from his new house. That is if his house is not taken over by an oil company or meth gangs, as so often happens in America.<br />
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<i>Realistic artistic interpretation of Sasha38DD was provided by <a href="http://www.alexdai.com/" target="_blank">Alex Dai </a></i><br />
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<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-43678561393864684772013-04-03T07:44:00.005-05:002013-04-03T07:44:59.557-05:00Fiction: Choke and Moan<i>Explorer’s Log: I am on day one hundred of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. Although it wasn’t scheduled for another three months, I went ahead and did a complete preventative maintenance check on the Deep Space Probe. All systems are currently working at 104% efficiency. End Explorer’s Log.<br /><br />Explorer’s Personal Log: After recording one hundred videos of myself masturbating I am officially sick of seeing my own face. I have a new sex game for today. If it all works right, it won’t kill me.</i><br /><br />Vaquel Di stood naked in hallway that ran the length of the Deep Space Probe. Her dark brown body was freshly clean from an hour in the Hygienic Pod. Her full breasts jiggled lightly in the reduced gravity of the ship. Moisture still clung to the short pink hair of Vaquel’s head and also to the thick bush of pink pubic hair over her sex.<br /><br />She adjusted the vibrator in her hand. Technically it was one of the micro-probes that the ship used to burrow into the crust of planets and take scans but she had modified it. Gone were the scanners and in their place was a rather powerful vibration machine. She had hand crafted the mechanics through trial, error and orgasm.<br /><br />Vaquel turned the vibrator on and put it at the lips of her sex. The powerful vibrations brought a smile to her lips and a tingling to her nipples. She pushed it in; groaning as the modified micro-probe shook within her.<br /><br />Now she was ready.<br /><br />She took a deep breath and let it out. Across from her was one of her weapons. The Strangler Gun was mounted on rigged chair with a voice trigger. It was pointed right at her.<br /><br />“Computer, activate Vaquel Program Choke,” she said.<br /><br />The Strangler Gun fired. A solid weight hit Vaquel right in the chest with bruising force. She stumbled back and bent over.<br /><br />“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. <br /><br />A second later, the mass exploded. Green fibers erupted around her. Tiny bands of synthetic material wrapped around her body. Coils wrapped around her large breasts and squeezed. Tight strands wrapped around her face leaving only one eye open to see her plight. <br /><br />Vaquel stumbled again but the bands were already wrapping around her legs. Vaquel tried to use her hands to grab onto something but her arms were quickly constricted and pulled into her body. Even her toes were bound as fibers wrapped around her feet.<br /><br />Vaquel fell over. The green fibers bound her tightly. She hit the ground hard and the vibrator shook within her. <br /><br />“Fuck, yeah,” Vaquel moaned. Her moan turned into a choking gasp as the fibers tightened around her throat.<br /><br />She suppressed a laugh. The Strangler Gun worked exactly as the manual said. The fibers reacted to motion by tightening. The fibers reacted to pressure by tightening. The fibers reacted to heat and cold by tightening. It was a weapon of subdual but it was also a weapon that was willing to kill those too defiant to lay still.<br /><br />The vibrator increased in intensity. She rubbed her thighs together instinctively without thinking. The green fibers constricted tighter. Lines of pain blossomed across her skin as the fibers bit into her flesh.<br /><br />Vaquel had programmed the micro-probe to escalate vibrations on a scaled time release. It was part of the fun. It was also part of the danger.<br /><br />She looked up at the ceiling. A canister of Strangle-Solvent dangled above. Vaquel had rigged a timer to release the life-saving contents in five minutes. If everything worked okay, she solvent would spill and dissolve the green fibers. <br /><br />If it didn’t work, she would be one dead explorer.<br /><br />Vaquel’s sex clenched. The danger was incredibly arousing. A hundred days alone in space had driven her to this. She had been bored. She has been so bored that even masturbation had lost its appeal. It demanded drastic measures.<br /><br />The vibrator increased in force and Vaquel bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her sex was drenched in desire. The fibers were squeezing her tits painfully hard and it added to her desire. Some of the coils were wrapped tight against her sex. One particular fiber was wonderfully tight across her clitoris. When the fibers tightened, it pulled deliciously against her sensitive nub of flesh.<br /><br />Vaquel didn’t have a clock. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed while she was bound on the floor. There was no telling of she was close to being saved or far from it. <br /><br />That just left enjoying the moment. Vaquel willed her body to be as still as possible while the relentless micro-probe cycled into stronger vibrations. No matter how much she was quivering on the outside, she couldn’t afford to let her body respond on the outside.<br /><br />It was terribly erotic. She wanted to moan. She wanted to squirm on the floor of the ship. She wanted hump something even if it was just the air. Instead, she had to be perfectly still as the micro-probe ravished her body.<br /><br />Vaquel felt her orgasm building. She had to stifle it. The fibers were too tight. She couldn’t survive any more agitation. The explorer had to reach deep down inside herself and somehow stop this orgasm.<br /><br />It was useless. Vaquel clamped her mouth shut as her body gave in. The bliss of the orgasm rippled through her body faster than the Strangler Gun had bound her. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop the shaking that spread through her body.<br /><br />The fibers reacted. Tighter and tighter they pulled. Vaquel’s large breasts were crushed under the unforgiving fibers. Coils dug deeper into her round ass. Hundreds of little strands squeezed her legs, arms and torso. Cruel fibers tightened around her throat.<br /><br />Vaquel climaxed again. The squeezing pulled her body tighter around the vibrator. The thin fibers dug into her flesh with the cruelty of a swinging crop. <br /><br />Vaquel climaxed a third time within seconds. This time, a cry of pleasure forced its way out of her lips. The fibers squeezed even tighter, as if personally angry at her inability to control herself.<br /><br />Stars exploded in front of Vaquel’s eyes. She couldn’t breathe. This had been a mistake. This was too dangerous. She was helpless.<br /><br />The micro-probe’s vibrations grew stronger. Vaquel shook from head to toe. She surrendered to the pleasure and came again.<br /><br />The world grew darker.<br /><br />The world also grew wetter. A splash of fluid hit Vaquel’s body from above. She jumped from the shock of the cold liquid and was surprised to feel her arms come free. The vice around her throat relented and Vaquel sucked in as much air as she could.<br /><br />The solvent had been released. She was free again. <br /><br />Vaquel laughed. She had survived. She removed the micro-probe and turned it off. Her hands were decorated with imprints from the Strangler cords. She looked at the rest of her body. There were lines everywhere.<br /><br />She smiled. It might be a day or two before the lines faded. That would be a day or two to remember how close to death and how immersed in pleasure she had been. That would be a day or two before she tried to the Strangler Gun again. Maybe this time she would use a micro-probe in her ass as well. Or maybe she would set the timer for the solvent for a little longer.<br /><br />Vaquel laughed. Fuck waiting a day or two. She was going to set it up now.<br />Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9942662.post-39984240599076347062013-03-27T06:52:00.000-05:002013-03-27T06:52:53.936-05:00On March 25th, my brother, Adam, passed away. He was thirty-one. He had a seizure and choked to death on his vomit. No one was with him. His roommates found his body the next morning.<br />
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My brother and I weren't close. Our family dynamics could fill a book. He was an asshole who loved to push people's buttons, especially if they were upset. He had twin children with his wife who divorced him six months into the marriage. He actually finished college which is something I never did. He didn't like to read but he loved Star Trek. He had hundreds of problems but rarely did any sort of work to overcome them. He preferred to be the most pitied person in the room but would pick on others in a heartbeat. I never understood him.<br />
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He tried to commit suicide a few years ago. I think I did most of my mourning then. The examining doctor at his death didn't like how much of his seizure medication was in his body so they did an autposy. We'll know if he tried to kill himself this time in a few weeks. In the meantime, we are in a quantum state of him dying purely by chance or by suicide.<br />
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The funeral is tomorrow. My mom didn't want to wait for me to make it to North Carolina to have it. She's a mess and already in the process of canonizing him. I am going to miss my brother's funeral and I honestly don't know I feel about that. The closing date for my house is April 3rd and there is so much left to do. The fact that my mom wants to have the funeral before I can get there feels like a rejection of me but I know logically that she just wants to get it over with as soon as possible.<br />
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"I didn't think you would want to come," my mom said. Proving once again, my family doesn't know me at all.<br />
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It might be for the best. Adam always had the sympathy of the family. His seizures made life hard. His step-father who idolized him and spoiled him did not prepare Adam for the real world. When the family gathers, their favorite topic is how awful Adam's life is. My Grandmother likes to say that Adam and my step-father's cruelty to me and my sister made us tougher and therefore, we benefited from it but Adam being spoiled meant he would have a rougher life and therefore, he deserves our sympathy. I am not sure I can go through a funeral with that theme. <br />
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Mostly I am in shock. I'm the oldest sibling. I have watched Adam his entire life. He was a spoiled child, the favorite of my step-father. I have watched my brother when he was six, blackmail my mother with threats of telling my step-father whatever minor crime she had done in his eyes. I have watched my brother delight in seeing me punished as a teenager. I have watched my brother mock the shit out of my sister for her bad relationships without ever trying to help her. I have watched him get married to an awful woman who literally divorced him days after she got pregnant. I have watched him bend over backwards trying to provide for his twin children. I have watched him feel sorry for himself but almost never do anything to help himself. I have watched him his entire life and I almost never related to him.<br />
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This Friday I am driving up to see my mom and sister. I want to be there for them. I want to be a better brother and son than Adam ever was. Shon Richardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17575804400275943927noreply@blogger.com4