The more passive and undemonstrative he was, the more she wanted to do violence to him. She dreamed of forcing his will, but how could one force a man’s will? Since she could not tempt him by her presence, how could she make him desire her?

She wished that he would fall asleep and she could have a chance to caress him, and that he would take her while he was half-conscious, half-asleep. Or she wished that he would enter the studio while she was dressing and that the sight of her body would arouse him.

Once when she expected him, she tried leaving the door ajar while she was dressing, but he looked away and took up a book.

He was impossible to arouse except by gazing on him. And Marianne was by now in a frenzy of desire for him. The drawing was coming to an end. She knew every part of his body, the color of his skin, so golden and light, every shape of his muscles and, above all, the constantly erect sex, smooth, polished, firm, tempting.

She would approach him to arrange a piece of white cardboard near him that would cast a whiter reflection or more shadows on his body. Then finally she lost control of herself and fell on her knees before the erect sex. She did not touch it, but merely looked and murmured, “How beautiful it is!”



At this he was visibly affected. His whole sex became more rigid with pleasure. She kneeled very near it—it was almost within reach of her mouth—but again only said “How beautiful it is!”

Since he did not move, she came closer, her lips parted slightly, and delicately, very delicately, she touched the tip of his sex with her tongue. He did not move away. He was still watching her face and the way her tongue flicked out caressingly to touch the tip of his sex.

She licked it gently, with the delicacy of a cat, then she inserted a small portion of it in her mouth and closed her lips around it. It was quivering.

She restrained herself from doing more, for fear of encountering resistance. And when she stopped, he did not encourage her to continue. He seemed content. Marianne felt that that was all she should ask of him. She sprang to her feet and returned to her work. Inwardly she was in a turmoil. Violent images passed before her eyes. She was remembering penny movies she had seen once in Paris, of figures rolling on the grass, hands fumbling, white pants being opened by eager hands, caresses, caresses, and pleasure making the bodies curl and undulate, pleasure running over their skins like water, causing them to undulate as the wave of pleasure caught their bellies or hips, or as it ran up their spine or down their legs.

But she controlled herself with the intuitive knowledge a woman has about the tastes of the man she desires. He remained entranced, his sex erect, his body at times shivering slightly, as if pleasure coursed through it at the memory of her mouth parting to touch the smooth penis.

The day after this episode Marianne repeated her worshipful pose, her ecstasy at the beauty of his sex. Again she kneeled and prayed to this strange phallus which demanded only admiration. Again she licked it so neatly and vibrantly, sending shivers of pleasure up from the sex into his body, again she kissed it, enclosing it in her lips like some marvelous fruit, and again he trembled. Then, to her amazement, a tiny drop of a milky-white, salty substance dissolved in her mouth, the precursor of desire, and she increased her pressure and the movements of her tongue.

When she saw that he was dissolved with pleasure, she stopped, divining that perhaps if she deprived him now he might make a gesture towards fulfillment. At first he made no motion. His sex was quivering, and he was tormented with desire, then suddenly she was amazed to see his hand moving towards his sex as if he were going to satisfy himself.

Marianne grew desperate. She pushed his hand away, took his sex into her mouth again, and with her two hands she encircled his sexual parts, caressed him and absorbed him until he came.



He leaned over with gratitude, tenderness, and murmured, “You are the first woman, the first woman, the first woman …”

Louis could not sleep. He turned over in his bed to lie on his stomach and, burying his face in the pillow, moved against the hot sheets as if he were lying over the woman. But when the friction increased the fever in his body, he stopped himself

He got out of his bed and looked at his watch. It was two o'clock. What could he do to appease his fever? He left his studio. The moon was shining and he could see the roads clearly. The place, a beach town in Normandy, was full of little cottages, which people could rent for the night or a week. Louis wandered aimlessly.

Then he saw that one of the cottages was lighted. It was set into the woods, isolated. It intrigued him that anyone should be up so late. He approached it soundlessly, footsteps lost in the sand. The Venetian blinds were down but not tightly closed, so he could see right into the room. And his eyes met the most amazing sight: a very wide bed, profusely covered with pillows and rumpled sheets, as if it had already been the scene of a great battle; a man, seemingly cornered in a pile of pillows, as if pushed there after a series of attacks, reclining like a pasha in a harem, very calm and contented, naked, his legs folded out; and a woman, also naked, whom Louis could see only from the back, contorting herself before this pasha, undulating and deriving such pleasure from whatever she was doing with her head between his legs that her ass would shake tremulously, her legs tighten as if she were about to leap.

Now and then the man placed his hand over her head as if to restrain her frenzy. He tried to move away. Then she leaped with great agility and placed herself over him, kneeling over his face. He no longer moved. His face was directly under her sex, which, her stomach curved outwards, she held before him.

As he was pinned under her, she was the one to move within reach of his mouth, which had not touched her yet. Louis saw the man’s sex rise and lengthen, and he tried with an embrace to bring her down upon him. But she remained at a short distance, looking, enjoying the spectacle of her own beautiful stomach and hair and sex so near to his mouth.

Then slowly, slowly she moved towards him and, with her head bowed, watched the melting of his mouth between her legs.

For a long while they maintained this position. Louis was in such a turmoil that he left the window. Had he remained longer he would have had to throw himself on the ground and somehow satisfy his burning desire, and this he did not want to do.

He began to feel that in every cottage something was taking place that he would like to be sharing. He walked faster, haunted by the image of the man and woman, the round firm belly of the woman as she arched herself over the man …

So Blood Passion Ch. 02 went up last week. There was a big mistake with it. Just waiting for the edit to get approved. Basically people were asking if something was missing with the chapter. Something was missing…an entire chapter. I put up 3 as 2 by accident. I thought the edit would be up by now but it is still processing. One it is up, I’ll re-submit chapter 3 as 3 to make everything good.

https://www.literotica.com/s/blood-passion-ch-02

Newest chapter up for my fans. Enjoy and feel free to leave feedback!

Got about 5 chapters of Whitewash High edited, and 2 more chapters of Minotox, Lord of Breeding on the editing table. Slowly working on Blood Passion right now. I ‘had’ one chapter done but too much still needed to be added, so it turned into a double-chapter. This, plus a commission that the commissioner will be allowing me to post publicly, and all my fans will be getting a big summer of smut.

https://literotica.com/s/whitewash-high-rising-sun-ch-12

Enjoy everyone!

Its been a very productive past two months as I’ve uploaded 6 new chapters so far, and got more irons in the fire coming up. To all my fans who have been waiting patiently for new chapters, well, you’ll be getting them this summer.

Submitted and waiting approval. What series could it be for? Find out in a few days. Guess away.

I had a lot of requests from a story of my night last night, so here it is…

My fuck buddy, T, roughly pulled my shirt and shorts off.  I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties so she pushed my down on the bed and spread my legs wide.  With a smile she told me to stay still as she pulled out some rope from her bag.  She tied my ankles to the posts on her bed so that my pussy was spread.  She slowly ran a hand up my body and pushed my hands up over my head.  There she tied them to the remaining two posts of the bed and whispered “you’re mine now."  Then T left the room and I could hear her going to the bathroom; where I know she keeps all her fun toys.  I could feel myself get wet at the thought.  By the time she came back I was more than ready and begged "please just fuck me, babe."  She laughed and slowly began to peel off her panties and bra; winding her hips and throwing the lingerie on my once it was finally off her hot body.  I hadn’t even noticed what she had in her hand.  She bent over me and slowly licked and teased my tits, sucking and biting at my nipples until they were hard and swollen and sensitive just for her.  She rolled them in her fingers and tweaked them a few times; her pressure getting harder each time.  Then she pulled out two clothespins with a wicked grin.  I drew a breath; I had never done something like this before and didn’t know if I could take it.  "Remember our safe word, babe,” I moaned right before she firmly planted the first pin on my hard little nipple.  I cried out, but it quickly softened into a moan as the pleasure began to take over.  It was the same with the other tit; once the initial pain wore off it felt beyond amazing.  My nipples were constantly stimulated, but T was able to focus her hands and tongue on other areas…

T flicked the clothespins a few times to remind me she was in control before trailing her mouth slowly down my body.  Her tongue slid up and down my slit a few times and I whispered her name.  She knows just how to work a pussy; the right amount of tease and hard stimulation.  I lost track of what her mouth was doing to me because my mind was consumed with the coming orgasm.  My hips were writing, my hands trying to escape their bond so that I could grab her head and drive it deeper inside me.  When I came she didn’t slow down even for a second but took everything I gave her until I gave one last shudder and fell back on the bed, exhausted.  She finally removed her lips from me and slowly unclasped the clothespins, sending another wave of pleasure down my body.  They were sore but satisfied. just like every other inch of my body.

I waited for T to take off the restraints, but she was rummaging around with something on the floor that I couldn’t see.  When she finally sat up and saw the confused look on my face she laughed.  “I am not even close to being done with you.  You said you wanted it rough, and that is exactly what you’re going to get.  Rest up, sweetie."  She lay next to me and traced her fingers slowly around my body.  My heart rate returned to normal as I tried to prepare myself for round two.  I usually take longer breaks between orgasms and didn’t know if my tight little cunt could take it…

When T thought I was ready she revealed what she had hidden on the floor; a Hitachi Magic Wand.  I let out an involuntary moan.  I have been dying to try the wand, something T knows damn well.  She looked me straight in the eyes and said "I am going to destroy you with this.  It will not leave your hot pussy until I say so, until you have no more cum left in your body, until you are ready to pass out from orgasm.  Do you understand?"  I nodded and grabbed the rope with my hands.  She slid the wide head of the wand up and down my still dripping cunt a few times before turning it on.  Holy fuck.  I had never experienced suck intense vibrations and I came almost instantly.  T giggled like a child who had just found a new toy as she pressed it firmly to my clit as I came, my hips stretching off the bed.  I was breathing hard as she decreased the pressure; giving me a slight break but letting me still feel some slight vibrations.  She switched it to the pulsating setting that switched rapidly from low to high and pushed it back into me and I screamed out as another orgasm hit my body.  I screamed out her name, called for her to fuck me.  I was her little slut and i knew that as long as she had me tied and spread wide she was going to use and abuse me.

I lost track of how many times I came, how many different ways T used that magic little wand to make me moan.  I felt light headed, dizzy from the cum-lust I was in.  My hips weren’t grinding as hard and fast as before.  I had head of people passing out from orgasm but had never been close to feeling that before.  I refused to use the safe word though.  As the final orgasm hit my body I moaned "oh God, T, you really did destroy me."  Only then did I feel the wand leave my now soaked cunt and hear the motor stop.  T slowly licked my pussy slowly; helping me calmly come down from what felt like an orgasm high.  She wrapped herself around me and I could feel her wet pussy against my thigh.  "Untie me so I can return the favor."  She laughed and massaged my tits.  "You need your rest, my little doll,” she muttered.  “I came just watching you.  Return the favor later, when you have rebuilt your stamina."  I didn’t like that answer, but as soon as she untied me I felt myself drift off into sleep.

This morning I surprised her in the shower though, so I think all debts have been paid…

Hope you enjoyed, my sexy little followers!

Eroticnoire bookclub: Brown Sugar

Eroticnoire bookclub recommendation: Brown Sugar

Brown Sugar: A Collection Of Erotic Black Fiction | Edited by Carol Taylor

Brown Sugar brings together some of the most acclaimed voices in today’s black literary world — Sapphire, Natasha Tarpley, Reginald Harris, and Pamela Sneed, among them. These titillating stories cover the full spectrum of black experience and identity as they reveal sexuality and sensuality in all their varied and exotic…

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Hands that Hurt, Hands that Heal

Arms stretch out, eyes surveying hands, fingers. Memories recorded with every touch. Works of art traced across the skin with fingertips for paint brushes.

Hands discover every inch turning strangers into lovers. They get lost in the tangles of hair. Fingertips once again so gently tracing the curves and bends of neck. The back of a hand caressing smoothly over cheek. Reassurance as a palm closes, fingers lacing over throat. A pause in motion to feel a quickening pulse.

So much power to be had by the hands. Power to hurt, power of pleasure. Power to heal, to love, to kill. How I long for those hands that can give birth to my pleasure through pain.

Secret Surrender

She sat hidden on the closed balcony of the night club; the mistress of Surrender. Tonight was no different than the others, she was dressed in a new outfit as she rarely wore anything twice and while there was a strict dress code for attendance at Surrender, she was never one to follow the rules she set for others. A pristine set of pearls closed around her slender neck three times and a cream lace dress hugged her skin from her shoulders to her mid thigh. The dress had a deep v in the front and she could pull the material away from her body and drape it just below her shoulders to expose her breasts if necessary. Of course, the lace being see through as it were, gave a delicate and lucid covering atop her pink skin and her darker pink nipples.

She could see everything from her hidden dwelling in the balcony, the women consistently dressing in tacky outfits far contrasting her own, attempting to attract the men and the men desperately hoping they wouldn’t be “friend-zoned” by another woman. Surrender was the most sought after location to imbibe and lose oneself in their desires and everyone knew the closed balcony was invitation only. And yet, no one seemed to know how to even breach the guest list. Furthermore, no one came close to being acquainted with anyone who had actually been invited into the secret sanctum. Most nights, however, no one was invited though many wouldn’t believe that fact considering the fiction stories that were shared across the city and social media. There wasn’t a formula for acceptance that someone could concoct, just rumors of names who were worthy enough, rumors that couldn’t be farther from the truth. She knew, however, as she was the one who chose them. It never mattered if they were men or women or if they were famous or undiscovered. She would watch them, see the way their bodies moved among the crowd. Something about the people she selected, they were different; they were enigmatic, without words they emanated a divergence from the status quo and she wanted to explore them.

He walked into the club and made sure to take mental note of the people he’d soon be immersing himself into. Surrender wasn’t the type of place he’d typically find himself as he was more of a one on one sort of guy. He’d prefer to pull up a seat at the bar top inside of a low key dive and get to know someone or at least the bartender if there wasn’t someone more interesting. He realized he was only here since he’d promised to accommodate his coworkers’ incessant requests to check things out. They too heard the rumors and since they were traveling for work they figured why not spare time for a visit and possibly find themselves among the lucky few. Perhaps they could “unlock the door” to the coveted balcony.

From the moment he crossed the threshold she took notice. She could tell how underwhelmed he was by the space and the people, that intrigued her and more than anything amused her. She watched him but almost instantly knew tonight he’d be coming to the balcony. After she’d seen enough she sent her personal security escort to retrieve him. Surprisingly, from her vantage point, she could see he wasn’t resisting which convinced her further he was worthy of her time. She never told the security escorts what to say, she just told them to convince them. Plenty of people refused not realizing what they were turning down but those lucky and willing to explore themselves never regretted their decision.

As he entered her dwelling she welcomed him but held up an immaculate metal folding fan to cover her face.

-“No shortchanging on the mystery huh?” He responded quickly as he chuckled.

-“One can never be too careful in this line of work, but for some I’m willing to share my face.”

-“Is that why I’m here? You want to share your face with me?”

-“Among other things, if you want. You still have the free will to leave and yet, I don’t think you’ll walk away but I could be wrong.”

-“I’m intrigued and while this establishment isn’t the type to pique my interests, your mystery does.”

She slowly lowered the fan and closed it between her hands. She offered a smile, one that he couldn’t help but mirror.

-“I offer myself, nothing more, nothing less. A connection with a human being that isn’t interested in the shallow, vapid existence that often brings people here. Ironic isn’t it, that I’d be the proprietor of such a place, but how that happened is a story for another time. However, you’re here aren’t you, so despite the fact that most days clones walk through my door, there’s always a diamond in the rough. Ultimately, nothing can happen here or everything can happen here. We can talk, we can drink, we can even fuck. You decide.” As she stopped talking a large grin spread across her face and she was hopeful for any version of the night he’d choose.

-“I’ll take a drink, whatever you recommend.” He pulled over the tall bar stool and examined her features, her eyes, her smile, her movements that seemed fluid and far from nervous in spite of knowing nothing about who he was or what he might be capable of. Though he remembered the security detail and figured she had reason to feel immune to any danger.

They spent the next hour talking about art, books, music, performance art and more. One subject easily progressed to the next as they found more and more commonalities between them and of course interesting differences that they wanted to explore further. One thing leading to the next, as he shared a joke he’d heard recently she laughed and rested her hand against his leg. Something about her touch embolden his growing confidence and he saw this as an opening. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her body to his. His other hand found itself against her cheek, fingers pushing into her hair and pulling her face to his. He kissed her hard and passionately, surprising even himself. Their lips crashing into one another. They quickly both realized they wanted more as their tongues breach past lips into mouth.

Something about her provoked his carnal side as kissing her lips quickly transitioned to kissing her neck and grazing her skin with his teeth. He could feel her pulse quicken in the veins just beneath her skin. She leaned back and accepted everything he was offering. Her hands dove into his hair and she pulled him to her, she felt somehow she couldn’t get enough of him but that she would try her damnedest. He continued to trail his lips down to her chest and his hands instinctively pulled the lace from her skin, baring her breasts to him. His mouth explored every inch of her flesh. He suckled and nibbled each nipple causing her to moan every so slightly. His cock began to stir and he was living for every verbal confirmation of her pleasure. He pulled her buttocks to the edge of the stool and leaned her body back as the palm of his hand slid down her chest between her breasts and over her stomach. He knelt down and pushed open her legs and began to kiss and bite her inner thighs. Again her cries of pleasure inspired his desire to proceed and encouraged a healthy blood flow to his manhood.

His mouth and tongue discovered her swollen clit and began to deliver wave after wave of pleasure stemming from her cunt and traveling out into her veins, her limbs, and every inch of her skin. Her body felt as though lightning were trapped inside of a bottle looking for a way out while creating a debilitating rapture. As his mouth moved over her pussy, one of his hands massaged her breasts and his nimble fingers pinched and pulled her nipples. Her body effortlessly submitted to his will and the hand he used to massage her breasts slowly traveled down between her legs and began to massage her labia. As his tongue and lips focused on her clit he slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to administer even more pleasure. She stabilized herself on the stool and couldn’t hide the moans escaping her mouth. She begged him not to stop and for him to make her cum.

He continued to finger her pussy and suck on her clit transitioning between the tip of his tongue for deliberate and precise movements to his whole tongue licking and then sucking. His fingers began to coax out moan after moan and she dug one set of nails into the wood of the stool and the other set into his shoulder. She threw her head back and in a split second a bright wave of light enveloped all of her senses as she began to experience one of the most amazing orgasms she could remember. Oxygen was stolen from her and she was gasping for air as every moan left her more breathless than the one before. Her body spilling out onto his face as he revelled in his victory.

She slowly regained her composure and caught her breath. She pulled his face to her own and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. Her hand traveled down his torso to the bulge between his legs, still trapped behind his slacks. She rubbed the palm of her hand along the length of his shaft and simply said “your turn” as she sank down onto her knees.

Tell Me What They Taste Like

He saw them, for the first time, her lips. They were so delicate and yet looked as if they could cripple any man. He wanted to taste them, he wanted to feel them against his lips, against his skin, against every part of who he was. He was mesmerized by them and watched as they moved when she talked, how they glistened when she moistened them with her tongue. He was envious when she’d withdraw her lipstick from her purse and apply his favorite shade. He wished he could feel the way they would yield to the pressure of her delicate and precise application. He imagined his thumb caressing each lip; upper then slowly the lower as he gazed into her eyes, somehow communicating all the depraved things he wanted to do with and to her. His rough calloused thumb gliding over her smooth mouth. He imagined he’d never grow tired of this experience, tirelessly worshiping a part of her body that has brought him so much pleasure in past fantasies. He would repeat this motion, then, when his carnal desire assumed all control, he would pull her face to his and finally taste her lips. Two people crashing into one another exploring the sweetest of flavors and fragrances.

After some time passes and heads become emancipated from the haziness of their passion she sweetly asks, “tell me what they taste like”.

Hey there everyone. It’s been a while. Let’s talk, shall we?

Sylvia Confronts Her Nightmare

The first part of this story, based entirely on the mini-set, is done, draft-wise. It’s rather big at under 12k words, something I want to address in edits. I’ll be posting it in the usual haunts, but also sending it along to Dizzy to see what he thinks.

New Stories(?!)

Yes, you heard that right. The past year, I’ve been a little hesitant to write new stuff post A Long Trip To Nowhere Important. My backlog got huge. 

And then I got this:

Yes, a Freewrite Traveler. (I got it on pre-order, so no, I didn’t pay full price) I call it my typey thing! 

It’s actually been really useful in just letting myself write stuff on a whim rather than let ideas stew, then start writing only to get distracted, etc. etc.

The folder you see there contain stories I’ve been writing. One of those is already complete and the start of a new series, this one using original characters for once! To briefly summarize it:

Mavis, an intersex woman, has lived a pretty terrible life. Just recently, she got kicked out of a relationship (and town) when her secret was revealed. Traveling into the woods to find some solace, she stumbles upon a mysterious lake, with some very friendly folks to put her mind and body at ease. But what is the nature of the lake? And what does it have in store for Mavis? 

I’m halfway through the second part, but I can already envision the full arc being about 6-8 parts. Based on a suggestion by my editor, I may start writing these in shorter chunks to make it easier to read/edit. The second part is halfway done ish. 

The third story is another series idea I come up with, far more embryonic (though I have 2-3 parts planned out in my head). It revolves around the idea of “shedding your skin.” Let’s leave it at that for now.

Regardless, one thing remains unresolved: editing.

The Editor Issue

Editors are something I’ve had a lot of trouble getting to help. Obviously, it would never be easy since most of these stories I’m doing for free. But still. I had a trusted editor, but they have been going through a lot of issues in 2020, and they were always a bit trouble to reach in the past. A huge part of me feels guilty for letting them go for now. But at this point, I’m held up with such a backlog that I just need to clear these stories outright so I can move on with new stuff.

I’ll be looking at getting new editors in the coming weeks and months at this point. How remains uncertain. Some of the stories will not be available through LE, so I may avoid using their system. I’ll keep you posted.

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In any case, that’s all for now. Happy New Year, and keep your pants on.

Sorry to take so long to post this blog, but FINALLY, a new story was published last week, called Those Who Came Before.

You can find it at these fine outlets:

Literotica

Hentai-Foundry

StoriesOnline

This also marks my debut at StoriesOnline! I hope those of you who came from there enjoyed this story

For those who need a description, here’s what I wrote in HF:

Gwen was the apex of genetic perfection, a “human” with alien genes from the mysterious Those Who Came Before. She was never meant to be cooped up in a lab. After her escape, she recalls the aftermath in a recording. She also tries to make sense of an encounter at a space diner with an alien stranger. There, she learns—to her unexpected pleasure—that she’s something other than “human.”

I have been getting a lot of positive feedback on this story, and I’m grateful. With that said, one of the things people kept asking about was a continuation of the story itself. Some bad news on that front: It is a self-contained story and will not be getting any sequels.

There are a few reasons for that:

1. I wrote this back in 2019 (yes, it’s been kicking around that long) as sort of a flavor text, a character development piece, to complement Dizzydills’ main universe. I never fully envisioned it to be part of its own storyline, since I kind of wanted some of the ideas to enter the main universe on its own.
2. Dizzydills is well…extraordinarily protective of his characters, to use his words. I floated the ideas of this story to him once, and he was ultimately dismissive of it, with the main aspect of this story (that is to say, transformation) not applying except in very specific circumstances, of which this would not be one of them.
3. Regardless of these, as noted in an earlier blog, Dizzydills retconned his entire universe recently, rendering the storyline that made this story possible moot.
4. I also wrote this as a way to experiment with perspective, namely through writing it as the character telling the story in a recording. First-person done in a realistic way. I’m not sure I could continue playing with that perspective, and I’d rather not shift perspectives in a follow-up.

Regardless, the idea of a genetically engineered woman with human and alien genes who is capable of leveraging both is something I could definitely see myself writing. Problem is, I need to do it in a way where I’m not just ripping off/plagiarizing Gwen’s origin, and with a character that isn’t Gwen. And…well, Dizzydills’ characters are a set of the few muses I have, much to my (mis)fortune. 

In any case, the good feedback means I feel comfortable adding more stories. I’ll be publishing some more stories in the near future on Storiesonline. One will be A New Suit, a story from 2017 I couldn’t get published on Literotica for various reasons. Expect that in the next…few days or so? Much sooner than previous releases. Then other stories will follow.

As for story updates:

Sylvia Faces Her Nightmare: As I mentioned in a previous blog, I started writing this recently on a lark, and enjoyed it. Now I have made small progress since then, maybe 50% complete? But I also felt suddenly inspired to write the follow-up in conjunction with it. While this would be more blatantly deviating from the original set, it does keep the focus intact while examining Sylvia’s backstory a bit. Basically, she’s going home to visit her mother, and finds a few surprises, including a reunion with her first lover. She also learns what caused her fear of horses in the first place, and confronts it once and for all. I’d say I’m a third done with it.

A Long Trip To Nowhere Important: Still at odds on Part 2, though I have a general idea on Part 3. We’ll be meeting Juli in that episode.

Scripts: I recently handed off some scripts to someone of importance. With those done, I can move on to other projects, including the one I’ve been on-and-off with with Chimera46. Might also start toying with erotic radio play ideas…but I need someone to work with on that.

That’s all for now. Take care.

Geez, it’s been a while. I don’t know what else to really say to that. Part of this is my fault, since I spent late August/early September on vacation (Which was really nice. I saw ducks! And a mooooose) and kind of just forgot about checking in.

Anyway, updates, per usual.

Collabs!

Sluggish on that front. Sent some proposals, but not all to Chimera46. My hope is I get the rest done in October.

Scripts!

That has more progress being done with them. A few are actually complete, and I just need to make a couple revisions before sending them off. Then I’ll move on to some new stuff there. I also worked out a potential animation script in my head (mostly writing up lore stuff) for another artist that I tried reaching out to recently, but I haven’t heard anything from. I don’t think anyone else has either lately shrug

Stories!

Surprisingly, I’ve done quite a bit of work on a couple different stories at this point. Let’s go over some of them, shall we?

Those Who Came Before: This awaits final edits, with the hope that it should be published soon.

A Long Trip To Nowhere Important: So, I decided to start writing Part 2! This will involve Sasha’s first run-in with Sylvia. Sylvia’s quite different from her main universe counterpart in many ways…but also the same in others. I’m about 50-60% done with this text, all of which I’ve done in the last week. I also scribbled out a lot of lore for the series. I think it’ll work great.

Sylvia Confronts Her Nightmare: At some point in August, I felt compelled to write up a story based on Sylvia’s meeting with her “nightmare” This is about 40% complete. I’m not sure if/when I’ll get back to it, but it’s still something to do.

Finally, one of my editors has finally re-surfaced. This might mean more stories get put out? Maybe? Let’s hope so

That’s all for now. Fall is coming, and it’s actually looking…fallish. Maybe more stories will develop. I’ll keep you posted. Maaaaybe write a post next month? We’ll see. Take care.

Finally. Over 12000 words later, the first draft of Cantata for the Wolf Moon is done! I’ve sent it over to my editor, and it will be disseminated over some select channels for reading and commentary. We’ll see where that goes.

Next on the agenda is Those Who Came Before. I’m thinking of changing up a chunk of the writing to maintain a narrative consistency to it. That’s harder to do than most people think. But it’ll also likely make the story shorter, which is kind of what I’m trying to aim for here. We’ll see how that goes.

I’m also mulling a couple other ideas at the moment, but that may stall if I decide to pursue the website project. I’ll keep you informed.

So, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s strange how I still see erotica artists post stuff on occasion, even though even their avatars have been pixelated to oblivion. I’ve seemed to escape that fate…BUT AT WHAT COST

Regardless, for the first time in a long time, I’ve been actively writing erotica stories. How about that? All of them relate to Dizzydills’ universe, which I’m fond of (admittedly) I’ve completed 85-90% of one story, with all the heavy lifting done on it. All that’s left are the introduction and interstitials. I expect this to be done in the next day or two. It’s called “Cantata for the Wolf Moon.” It involves Cassidy and…well, I’ll let you guess

Or, to summarize:

It would take place presumably at the end of her abduction arc. Basically, Cassidy is brought home by the crew of the Andromeda, and presumably, life returns to normal. Except it doesn’t. Cassidy is a changed woman from her experiences, and returning to relative isolation again has an impact on her. She starts having strange sexually charged dreams that cause her to think about just who she is as a person. Her sexual needs no longer make sense. Then one night, under the wolf moon, it all starts to click…
(may have been partly inspired by a certain t-shirt going around the Internet right now about not needing therapy )

There are two other stories I’ve also touched on recently. One was “A More Pleasing Form,” designed to be a Sasha origin story involving her interactions with a liquid “symbiont” and her own misgivings on alien sex. I had bit of a breakthrough after being stuck on the primary sex scene for months. So that should see some progress over the next couple weeks.

The second is “Those Who Came Before,” which is a story centered on Gwen after her escape in her origin story and the implications of her having unique DNA connected to an ancient powerful species. While I had a general idea of what I planned to do, the breakthrough I had allowed me to re-think the logistics of the sex scene. I recalled something I once read involving 2001: A Space Odyssey. Carl Sagan had met with Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick during the film/book’s development, and the latter asked for his input about aliens. He argued that it’s highly unlikely that extraterrestial life would resemble anything we’ve dealt with on Earth. By a similar train of thought, who is to say sex between an alien and a human would bear any resemblance to humans having sex with each other? Such thinking guided me to come up with some different and exciting. This story will take less time, and I hope to finish in the next week or so (though no promises)

I’ve reopened contact with my former editor and proofreader. I’ll have to wait and see if they respond. Hopefully they do, I liked what they did for me…

My hope is that at least 1 story is done this month. Ideally, 2. It would be a miracle if 3 were done. Which leads us to…

Future Plans

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to move forward with my erotic writing, especially in terms of publication. One of the unfortunate problems with at least one of those stories is that runs afoul of the rules at major erotica sites like Literotica and Lush Stories. I feel like it would break the rules here too. That limits publication potential to places like Hentai-Foundry (which isn’t exactly known for its stories) and ASSTR (which suffers from the legacy of being a Usenet database at a time where most people reading this would not even know what that means). I need to think bigger.

That’s why I’m reconsidering the option of running my own site. It’s been on my mind, but I pushed it aside when other priorities took precedent in my life. Now the situation has changed, and I want to write again. (Some friends and my counselor have suggested I do the same.) Having a place for them that isn’t just here, or some other site would prove useful.

That said, it would be a big project that would take up a serious amount of time. While hosting is mostly a non-issue (I know who will host me), there are matters of:

• Site Design (use an off-the-shelf theme? Redesign said theme to fit my needs? Build a custom theme entirely?)
• Domain Registration
• Hosting Logistics (Storage space, rates, support, etc.)
• Writing all the Site Copy and Meta Data (for SEOOOOOO)
• Incorporating Stories (Properly)

(Note: This segment is really long)

Sylvia swam lackadaisically in place, her breasts poking above the surface along with her head.  She thought about her past lovers in their various shapes and forms. It was soothing yet naughty to remember them all.  Some were fleeting, others longer-term commitments. All of them knew and were friendly with each other, she made sure of that. Her job necessitated something other than monogamy, yet polyamory felt natural regardless. It was nearly at the point that she could find a partner with relative ease, no matter the port of call.

As those dirty thoughts swirled Sylvia’s mind – including one birthday idea involving an abandoned space station, a few dozen lovers, and various “supplements” that would make her pliant and insatiable – she suddenly realized her current conundrum. She wanted to get off now, rubbing one out with her left hand, but to do so would have meant to stop swimming…which would result in her slowly sinking and drowning. In the midst of her lusty haze, Sylvia Summers once again didn’t quite think things through.

However, just as she was about to grumble, she heard a splash, as if something surfaced from below. Breaking her floating stance, she looked up and around. It was then she saw a tentacle about 10 feet in front of her.  It was a mix of blues and purples and bulbous in looks.  While it lacked an eye, its pose was clearly pointed to her, indicating it sensed her presence.

Sylvia’s eyes lit up, and a wide grin projected from her face.  Her favorite partners had tentacles.  The sheer flexibility of how they were used, even if they weren’t the creatures’ sex organs, made subsequent fuckings all the more unpredictable, fun, and downright pleasurable.  One time, she had yearned so much for a particular favorite after arriving a major port, she tore off her clothes as she walked a city block to her lover’s abode…getting a ticket in the process.

That wouldn’t happen this time.  “Ohmigod yessssss,” she uttered, swimming quickly toward it.

The creature was a lot closer than it usually it was toward these “human” aliens. But it was exercising caution, uncertain of the threat the alien in front of it possessed.  Its response struck fear: It advanced very rapidly toward it.  That was typically an indication of aggression. But usually these aliens would only take aggressive measures through repulsion.  What gives?

Then the human alien began interacting with the creature by grabbing it with its “hand,” followed by a slick organ coated in a unique liquid substance.  It then understood the alien’s intention.  These particular aliens, capable of performing breeding actions as a recreational activity, do such things as using its tongue as a method of entertainment. The female notably did this to stimulate the sex organ of its partner, regardless of the the latter’s species or gender, using a body part primarily involved for food sustenance. The creature reproduced asexually and was thus incapable of arousal, so the female’s effort was a bemusing and futile exercise. Nevertheless, it understood that this alien desired processing – albeit in a manner more befitting of returnees than first timers. The creature let its guard down and went to work on the alien.

As Sylvia licked the tentacle, she noted the neutral taste of it, which she found unusual.  It also wasn’t responsive to her tongue.  She attempted to suck on it, but the effects were similar. Puzzled, but too horny to truly step back and assess her options, she kept trying.

Suddenly, several more tentacles of various sizes and forms surfaced, surrounding Sylvia.  By the looks of it, she was trapped…just the way she wanted to be. Her demeanor turned even more lecherous as she spun around all of them.  “Mmmm…I guess you caught me, boys,” She said huskily, unsure if she was talking to one or multiple creatures. “I deserve to be punished, don’t I?” She lifted her arms, offering herself completely.

In response, the tentacles submerged.  Seconds later, she gasped as she felt two of them wrap around each of her ankles.  She playfully fought against them, as if to spur them to coil around her.  They did so with haste, lifting her up and practically controlling her legs into folding themselves up.  The word she uttered in response through her bit lip was simply “More.”

Soon after, more tendrils surfaced, covering her torso with more of the creature’s flesh. “Yes, more,” she said in reply. She felt two tentacles circle and tighten around the base of each of her tits. That made her squeal in surprise: She never tried [1] bondage before, but the tightness around her stretched boobs felt incredible. Her arms followed suit, being held straight behind her back.  In the end, she was completely bound, with her engorged pussy completely exposed while held up in the air and spread eagle.

It was almost perfect. It just needed one more thing. “Please fuck me, please fuck me,” Sylvia uttered in a chant.

To answer her prayer, two more tentacles appeared. These looked distinctly different from the others.  The first had a greenish tip that opened and closed like a flower bulb, pulsating next to her pussy.  The other, a reddish-purplish one, resemble a drain plug at the tip. That nestled next to her asshole.

Sylvia knew what would come next, and she begged, waiting for this moment ever since she landed on this backwater planet. “Please, please, put em in…put em in me. Do it…fuck me…please!” She said between moans.

The creature observed the alien, assessing the right moment to insert the tools. While it was clear the alien had shown full cooperation in being processed, its bioelectric activity exceeded what the creature was used to. The insertion had to instigate a positive feedback loop so that the body would welcome its presence, and so that it would better tune into the electrical response for proper processing.  It didn’t take too long, though, and with one swift thrust, inserted the tools into the alien.

As the green probe hit Sylvia’s cervical wall, and the red probe briefly stretched her sphincter, they popped a mental bubble that had hung over her head since the time she was caught on Z95. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the orgasm crashed through her body like an earthquake, causing her to shudder in immense pleasure.  The intensity was so overwhelming that she could barely utter anything but small squeaks, making more noticeable guttural noises with the aftershocks. As her body writhed, she swore it was perfection.

“Thank you,” she barely whispered as the waves subsided. “Thank you.”

A moment would pass.  Sylvia wasn’t sure what was going on, though.  Even in her post-orgasmic haze, she sensed something was amiss. She thought it would fuck her properly.  But it didn’t seem like the creature was actually doing anything to her.  While she certainly didn’t mind the lack of action, and the creature showed no real intention of harming her, it was still rather strange. She started wriggling around for the fun of it. It had been a while since she was wrapped up like this, especially with a tentacle creature.

Suddenly, Sylvia felt an odd pinch, followed by something tube-like slipping past her cervix into her womb.  She giggled. “Oh, getting me pregnant, are we?” She asked coyly. Not that she minded the intrusion: After that orgasm, she yielded completely to this fascinating creature’s whims, sensing she would come more in the near future.

The creature trod carefully with the alien.  While its behavior was similar to that of returnees, this was still a first timer. Otherwise, it would’ve been done over a minute ago. While the scanning probe was still getting a better read on nerve activity, the insertion probe entered the alien’s “uterus.” It understood the cavity to be the place where the aliens incubated their zygotes before they converted into fully functional offspring. Depending on the lining’s thickness, it would make access to the nervous system easier or more difficult.

The creature inserted a tethered sac into the uterus, allowing it to expand.  Assessing the thickness of the lining through the amount of pressure applied to the sac, it found that nerve access would be a relatively simple endeavor.  After a moment, the sac deflated and withdrew, and tiny hair-like filaments spread throughout the alien’s parental cavity in its wake. Meanwhile, the scanning tool got a full read on the bioelectric pulses, noting with interest areas of stimulation such as its current location, the large orifice near the brain used for food sustenance, and the secondary entry point for its processing fluid. It was time for the next phase.

Meanwhile, Sylvia was a bit let down. For a moment, she felt her belly distend briefly, only to have it just as quickly withdraw. It would be nice if she got something out of this. Even some eggs would be good.

Then, she felt the strangest, most wonderful feeling. As the creature’s fibers attached to the nerves in her uterine muscle, she suddenly felt completely connected to this odd being.  She could not only feel the tentacles inside her and holding her, but also those still hanging near to the main body underwater, as though they were parts of her own body.  She could not control them, however. Still, being able to feel her own self being bound and toyed with aroused her immensely.

Sylvia also felt the presence of the creature’s mind inside hers, probing for some information.  Because of the neurological connection, she did the same, trying to understand its purpose. It certainly wasn’t fucking her, at least in the strictest sense of the word. If she could get an explanation…

The creature sensed the presence of the alien’s mind trying to enter its own. It made no efforts to resist, and in fact guided the mental processes to its memories.  There had been many aliens before this one that, because of their intelligence, sought to understand why they were being processed. While it had no oral method of communication, its visual imagery provided enough detail to explain what was happening.

As Sylvia began probing the creature’s mind for answers, she couldn’t help but feel two more tentacles climbing to the surface. They felt rather unique: They had flexible cups on the ends of them.  She saw them approach her tightly wound tits, and smiled. “More kinky fun, eh?” She said, giggling.  “Go on.”

The cups firmly attached to Sylvia’s nipples, as she suspected.  They created a suction effect, enlarging her nipples to a significant degree.  She elicited a moan of approval. Again, bondage sessions weren’t something she did then, but she’ll indulge in similar activities occasionally, especially when tentacles were involved. The reason she didn’t have them was more practical than moral: Her alien partners often didn’t know human anatomy enough for such playful detours.

From there, Sylvia felt something emerging from the cups: Filaments slightly different from those currently bonding her to the creature at a neurological level.  Slowly they spread out. For a brief moment, as they did this, Sylvia thought about how Juli would be amazed at the amount of control this creature had over its body. It could manipulate fibers smaller than a hair with precision. It was almost like an organic machine.

Of course, such scientific flights of fancy were short-lived, this time with a gasp as the filaments entered her nipple ducts and slowly penetrated the insides of her breasts. She panted as she felt them go deeper, not feeling the least bit of pain thanks to the minimal thickness and flesh-like texture they possessed.  It was impossible to make human breasts fuckable without extensive genetic modification that was all but illegal in the galaxy, so this was the next closest thing.  Sylvia couldn’t deny the pleasure it was giving her as the fibers moved deeper into the body, but that was the most she would admit.

She recovered just enough to continue her mental investigation of the mystery surrounding this creature.  Eventually, she reached the creature’s cognitive functions, or what resembled them.  There, she found the concept of “processing.” The language and the instructions however were foreign to her, beyond merely that word.  Was that the purpose this creature served? If so…what did that mean? That, she could not understand.

Unable to find answers there, Sylvia sought the creature’s memories, which were an open book. There, she found hundreds of different alien individuals, complete with bio-profiles and their shape (though, since it lacked ocular senses, an actual visual was not available). Their genders varied considerably. Finally, she came upon the humans in the memories, and found that almost all of them were female.

She was able to also glimpse into memories of the “processings” of these particular women.  Based on vibrations, she could hear some of them: Their moans, squeals, gasps…all of them sexual, all of them willing.  She even recognized some of the voices: They were the women she met at the village! So they weren’t lying…they all experienced this “processing.”  And to properly enjoy it, she needed an orgasm. A big one. Luckily, Sylvia knew herself enough to express just how to do that.

Sylvia relaxed, much like she had done when she first floated out here. While she understood the creature as being incapable of controlling her mind – which, given her prior experiences often resulted in her walking into bulkheads, she wasn’t particularly fond of anyway – she still yielded to it and opened her dirty thoughts to it.  All her past lovers, especially the tentacle ones, came to the fore. A moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, Sylvia felt a jolt.  A very pleasurable jolt at that, though one that opened her eyes. It was as if suddenly, she were administered a slight shock to every single erogenous zone in her body…even places she didn’t realize were erogenous (and she thought she was thorough!). A couple seconds passed, then another jolt coursed through her.  The one that followed came even sooner than that, creating a pulse that rose with time. About the eighth jolt, which was only 20 seconds after the first, she felt her muscles spasm as another orgasm came crashing through her body.  She groaned as her body writhed about, riding the pleasure wave…while at the same time facing an increasing pulse coming from the creature.

Down below, the creature sensed the alien’s electrical discharge.  It wasn’t strong enough to trigger the final part of the process.  As a result, the creature increased the pulses it sent out. It currently stood at close to 1 Hz. It was capable of producing pulses at up to 1 KHz, but for most of the human aliens, 5-10 Hz was enough to trigger final stage.

Sylvia closed her eyes again.  She suspected she would either cause the creature to short-circuit, or she would get a powerful enough orgasm that would knock her unconscious. While she guessed the latter, she would give it a bit of a fight. After all, she was really enjoying this: While she wasn’t having real sex, what the creature did to her nevertheless made her the most aroused in months.  It felt like it was untangling all the knots of late, helping her fall back into her purest form: That of a sexual woman.

As the pulses increased, she consciously tried to move the pulse around her body, concentrating it on different spots. It was a trick she learned from a previous lover to ensure that she could enjoy longer bits of coitus, and strengthen the impact of her orgasms. That they were pulses rather than the thrusts of an alien cock made it easier to control. Soon, she felt the pulses reach her extremities while still brushing her erogenous zones. It was amazing.

Sylvia sensed another tentacle surfacing.  This one decided to snake around her torso instead of going straight to its intended goal, which she found out to be her mouth. She welcomed its presence upon arriving at her bit lips. She let it slowly slide down her throat, tickling the two parts the pulse touched on – one of which was discovered today. As it stood in place, she wondered about its purpose.  However, she lapsed her concentration, causing her to come very close to orgasm.  A quick re-establishment fixed that, and she decided not to think about the strange things the creature did next. To best enjoy the ride, she minimized her thoughts.

Soon enough, the creature began secreting a chemical in different parts of her body: through her rectum, throat, and her breasts (directly into her bloodstream in the last case).  Sylvia suddenly felt a pleasurable burning sensation emanate from her stomach and into more stimulating parts inside her. She was a boiling sealed pot and ready to burst.  The creature knew what it was doing.  Yet she persisted in controlling the pulses.  If she was going to be processed, she wanted it to be thorough.

The creature registered surprise. The alien rerouted its bioelectric pulses, controlling them so as to not trigger the final discharge. Even the injection of the necessary chemicals to fully process the being didn’t set it off. Given the chemicals’ response time, it needed to act fast. So the creature took a risk, and raised the pulses, already at 9 Hz, to 16 Hz. That was the highest it ever went with an alien. But it felt it should be enough to trigger final discharge.

Sylvia suddenly felt the surge in pulse frequency and fought to contain it. But it was going so strong, that she couldn’t hold back anymore. So why bother? She realized that she wanted this.  The perfect ending: Drowning in pleasure.  With that, she let go.

The orgasm that followed was a tsunami of pleasure. For the three seconds she endured of it, her body convulsed, wanting to explode with energy. The tentacles struggled to hold her in place as she wriggled.  She saw bursts in the back of her eyes as everything turned to white. Sylvia desperately wanted to ride it through, but her mind was too overwhelmed by the sensations that rolled throughout her body. She soon lost consciousness.

Sensing the final discharge and subsequent drop in mental activity, the creature felt relief. The internal changes had already begun, and if the alien, especially a first-timer, caught on, it would react irrationally, possibly killing itself accidentally.  The creature sent one final pulse, then began to slowly pull its mark under the water.

After much bombast had sprung for about ten minutes, the area around this part of Colwyn Llyn went quiet once again.  The warm waves rocked against the sand.  A small assortment of creatures made typical noises. The only evidence that someone had even been there at some point in the day was the presence of a body suit.  As the late morning winds picked up, that too disappeared, blown off to who knows where.

I enjoyed writing this bit. Playing around with the ideas of what we define as sex and sexual activity. I mean, think about it: So much of what we define as “sexual activity” isn’t explicitly intercourse. A girl having fun with a cucumber? That’s a sexual activity. So what if you create a situation that isn’t a sexual act to one partner but is a sexual act to the other? This is what I was playing around with.

Of course…this isn’t quite the end. There’s an epilogue. Didn’t feel right leaving it as a cliffhanger.