Thursday, November 5, 2015

Metis Academy - Guy Time

Steve, Chuck, and Jerry just wanted to get away from the girls for just a few hours. It was brain-numbing, constantly being assaulted with sexiness and cock teasing everywhere they turned. What they needed was some good old guy time.

Unfortunately, Metis Academy was a stand alone facility at least a dozen miles from the nearest town, and trips to said town were only one weekend a month. Equally aggravating, the few “secret places” on campus had all been converted to “private areas” where girls could have some alone time with boys they particularly liked.

Of course, when boys were involved, no area was remotely private. Every time a boy found an unused room or a quiet nook or a nice tucked away spot in the far bushes, his hard penis would alert every female to his presence, and his secret spot was no longer secret. The boys suspected this was one reason why their cocks had been made permanently hard by the women’s magic upon first entering the Metis Campus; it was even more efficient than a GPS tracker for knowing exactly where every boy was at all times.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Caption Challenge!

Over on the orgasm denial forums, I proposed a Caption Challenge!

Feel free to participate if you like. Meanwhile, I'll be using this post to host my images, since ImageFap is wonking out on me at the moment. This post will be updated as I make more images, rather than making a new post for each one.

Friday, October 16, 2015

So how would you change the SMW?

Reader Discussion! Everyone has their own personal ideal of a sex fantasy universe, and I always like to suggest that if someone else would take on a Sex Mage World-type story, they make it there own instead of worrying about strictly sticking to my (mostly-non-existent) canon.

If you were to write your own Sex Mage World-like story, how might you change things to better suit your taste? What elements of the magic, the setting, the cultures, etc, would you use, drop, or change?

Answers that amount to "I would remove all the Magic and make it a non-magical femdom world" don't count!  >: P

(So we're clear, I'm not looking for suggestions, I'm merely curious for the sake of discussion.)

Monday, October 12, 2015

Sally Goes Sadistic 5

The drive was surprisingly silent for a while. Sally keeping a calm expression, while Jake sulked in the passenger seat. Despite his attitude, his dick was throbbing hard, just being in Sally’s presence. Finally, Sally broke the ice, hating to admit that Jake’s words had been niggling at her.

“How did you know that about my Dad?” she said.

Jake actually smirked. “I didn’t,” he said. “I was testing something.”

Sally blinked. They were approaching the edge of the woods, and she pulled over on the shoulder, before the road turned into the branching gravel path that lead to the various parking spots throughout. She stared at him, almost confused. “What?”

Jake leveled a stare at her. “I don’t know what happened to your Dad. That story I told you happened to a cousin of mine.”

Sally’s brow knit in confusion. “So, you lied to me. For what?”

Jake shrugged. “I can’t stop you from sexually assaulting me however you want, and bullying me with your powers. I can’t hurt you to make you stop. How else am I supposed to resist?”

Sally frowned. “I didn’t sense you lying.”

Jake smirked. “That’s because your powers work around sex, even the telepathy. You can see my sex fantasies clear as day. Thoughts about death and destruction? Unless your telepathy is fairly advanced, or we’ve been doing it for a while together, it’s just muddled waters.” Jake tapped the side of his head. “You’re not the only one who can do research. Did you think I lost all my brains when I hit puberty or something?”

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Sally Goes Sadistic 4

When Sally got home, she saw Mark was scrubbing away the cum stains from the laundry room floor. Either he’d cum more than humanly possible (certainly magically possible, though), or he’d been passed out all day from the intensity of his climax. He was, thankfully, spared the fate of having to lick the floor clean, and instead was permitted to use an old toothbrush to clean out the corners. Mark glanced up at Sally as she stopped at the door, and she smiled a little, causing Mark to blush fiercely. He lowered his head and resumed scrubbing.

“How’re you feeling, champ?” said Sally, squatting down to be at his eye level.

Mark’s blush maintained. “Go away,” he said.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” she said. She reached out and pat his head, ruffling his hair, as if he were the younger sibling. “I don’t think I’ve seen a guy blow a load that huge before. You must be pretty relieved, yeah?”

“Get away!” he said, batting her hand away, though gently. “I don’t want to talk about it with you. It’s gross when it’s you.”

“How do you think I feel? It’s hard not to watch these days.” She tapped her head.

Mark scowled and looked away from her. Sally glanced around. “Looks clean enough,” she said. “I think you can stop.”

“Mom’s home,” he said. “She said we’re going to have a talk when I’m done.”

“Ah, delaying the inevitable, huh?” said Sally. She smirked. “But then, isn’t that what it’s all about?”

Mark blanched and shuddered, immediately getting her meaning. She sensed him feel a twinge of revulsion at the knowledge that her curves had gotten him hard that morning. “Would you just get lost? Please?”

Sally sighed, then stood, but still had an amused look on her face. “Alright, big brother. You go have fun with mom, then.” She walked out of the laundry room, and moved deeper into the house.

Abby, her mother, was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine, while the TV played on low volume. She was a petite woman with round, dorky looking glasses and a frizzy black hairdo. A few inches shorter than Sally herself, dressed in frumpy, loose clothing that hid her slim figure, she looked older than she was, even though Sex Magic made her body as fit and healthy as someone half her age. Abby never talked much about sex, didn’t even seem to care for it much, but couldn’t complain about the benefits the magic gave her, even if having to sense her own son’s rampant horniness annoyed her all the time.

“Peggy called me, told me about your little adventures,” said Abby.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Sally Goes Sadistic 3

Sally opted to walk to the business district, only half a mile away from her house. Her town was small enough it didn’t really have a good “shopping area”, but the town square was sufficient for most. Among the stores was a bookstore where her friend Shelly worked.

Well, “worked” and “bookstore” might be overstatements. The store made more sales on coffee than it did on books, which most people read at the store anyway and there was usually barely any customer traffic during the weekdays. Still, the store kept puttering along. If nothing else, it was a nice weekend hangout, and the town liked their little comfort spots.

As she walked, she couldn’t help but sense more sexual activities through her mystic awareness. Her mother had warned her that the rush of sensations could be overwhelming, that she would need some time to adjust, but despite only having her powers for six weeks, Sally found she was already getting quite used to it all.

Rather than being shocked by constant sensing of hard cocks and male fantasies, like most women supposedly were, she more surprised to see just how active the women of her town were with their magic. Even growing up and seeing signs of the women’s teasing, and the occasional man forced to walk around naked as a punishment, she’d never quite considered just how constantly inundated the men were.

Maybe they would be horny all the time anyway, but Sally was quickly learning that it was probably impossible for the guys not to be constantly worked up, as she sensed just how much they were played with. Since getting her powers, she’d been sensing no less than a dozen guys getting utterly wrecked by their women throughout any given day. Growing up next to Jake, who’d been allowed regular orgasms, and with her half-brother, who had been permitted semi-regular releases himself, she hadn’t realized just how rampant the cock teasing in town was.

She’d assumed, for the most part, that guys were just naturally super horny all the time, and that provoked the women to play with them as much as they did. Turns out, horny as the guys were, it was the women who were really the provocateurs. Of course, it was more fun to pretend otherwise; it gave the women plenty of excuses, let them play coy and innocent while they scolded the boys for their “lack of self-control.” And if the boys tried to call the girls on their bullshit? Well, that just gave the women even more reasons to “retaliate.”