Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Metis Academy: Tim's Day

NOTE: This story takes place in the Sex Mage World, sixty years since the appearance of Sex Magic. Sex Magic is truly beginning to take hold as an aspect of society women and men should fully embrace. Colleges and private High Schools, once single-gender exclusive since the appearance of Sex Magic, are shifting back to co-ed status. Society is truly Female Dominant now, and boys and girls are raised and trained accordingly.

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are ages 18 and up.

ONE
Tim tossed and turned in his sleep, slowly rousing as his rock hard cock twitched and clenched, forcing unconscious moans from his lips. His hips jerked as his body instinctively tried fuck something to relieve the desire building in his cock. As he started to gain consciousness, he became aware of the sensation of feathers lightly stroking up and down his cock, tickling the head and balls. His eyes snapped open and he lurched, turning onto his back, his cock bouncing as he tried to fuck the air for a few moments, caught up in the sensations.

“F-fuck!” Tim muttered. “I’m up! I’m up!” For a moment, he thought he’d gone unheard, as the sensations continued to tease him. But then, they lessened, and finally pulled away, leaving Tim panting on the bed, his balls aching. He wished, more than anything, that he could reach down to stroke himself, but he could not. Then he wished he could beg for the sensations to keep going until he popped, but he knew that would be pointless. With a groan, he staggered out of bed, his cock stubbornly wagging before him.

As soon as he was on his feet, an invisible hand clasped around his cock. The grip was gentle, but firm, and Tim knew better than to try and resist its pull. He immediately followed it, the hand reeling him in like a fish towards the door. He stepped out into the hall, and joined the other boys of the dorm as they stood at attention, naked and hard for the Head Mistress and the Dorm staff to inspect.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Just A Little Scene: Cruel Neighbor

You’re the new tenant who just moved into the apartment next door. You’ve been there for two weeks now, and apparently, our bedrooms share a wall; every night I go to sleep, I can hear the hum of your cock growing hard, and your balls aching for relief. However, I can sense you aren’t touching yourself; no doubt another woman has you bound in spells to prevent that. I go to sleep smirking, thinking of you lying there with a hard-on, unable to do anything about it. A couple nights I even masturbate listening to your cock whine for attention.

Then I realize I’ve never once sensed any action going on over there. I reach out with my senses and see that you haven’t gotten laid at all for several weeks. You’re apparently single, and your ex left her conditions on you out of spite. Not only that, she made sure none of the women in your social circle would give you any help. Well, then. I see no reason not to have a little fun myself.

The next day, I wait for you to get home, then right as you are unlocking your door, I step out into the hall, wearing only a robe. I walk straight up to you and smile disarmingly. My robe is open just slightly enough for you to see the inner curve of my breast, and your eyes zero in on this. Instantly, the hum picks up between your legs as your cock stiffens.

“Having a hard time?” I say and you blink, taken off guard. Before you can respond, I reach out and grab your crotch straight through your jeans, and I lean forward, kissing you fiercely. I push you through the door into your apartment, and shove you against the wall, still probing your mouth with my tongue. My hand rubs your hardening prick, and combined with the kiss, you become dizzy with the sudden swell of arousal.

You try to hug me, but I use my power, and your limbs snap back, your body pressed flat against the wall. I release you from my kiss, and open up your pants. You breathe heavily, watching as I reveal your throbbing cock, dropping your pants to your ankles. I crouch down and watch it bob in the air, pre-cum already peeking out from the tip. “How long?” I ask.

“Weeks,” you say breathlessly. “My ex—”

“I didn’t ask about her,” I said. I stand back up and gently trace a fingertip along the length of your cock. You shiver at the touch, the first you’ve felt there in some time. Inflamed, your mind opens to me as a cascade of fantasies fly through your head, all the hot and heavy things you want me to do you, or you to do to me. In fact, most of the fantasies are some variation of you throwing me to the ground and fucking me like a piece of meat, or pushing me to my knees and shoving your cock in my mouth. All things your ex used to let you do to her, thinking it would make you happy if she just let you take her. But then, she got tired of it, always fucking only for yourself, never caring much what she got out of it. You couldn’t handle it when she actually spoke up about it, so she left you, hard and helpless. I smile. If I ever meet your ex, I’ll buy her a drink.

I won’t be as nice. I sift through your head to see what I can use, and I notice a secret, shameful fetish tucked away in your subconscious. A little shoe fetish. You indulged in it once, taking your ex’s sneaker out of the closet and sniffing it, masturbating with it when she wasn’t home. You thought you could hide it, but of course, she detected your dirty deed the moment she came home. You idiot men, you still think you can hide those things from us women.

I decide to capitalize on this. I order you to sit on your couch, and you do, unable to resist my command. I lock you in place, and leave the apartment, the door wide open. I come back a moment later with a pair of old sneakers of mine and a couple ties. Your eyes go wide and you shake your head in protest, face red with embarrassment, as I slowly tie one shoe to you face, your nose sticking into the heel. The scent of my feet tickles your nostrils, and I immediately see a huge plume of arousal flare up in your mind. Then, I take the second shoe, and stuff your penis into it. With your tip inside the toe, and your balls in the heel, the fit is a bit too snug, but the tight grip stimulates you just enough that your hips buck against it. You can’t get any friction this way, but just the knowledge that your cock is trapped in my shoe nearly doubles your excitement. Your eyes glaze over with lust as you sit there, succumbing to my footwear.

I can’t help but laugh. You’re going crazy already, and I haven’t even started using my powers on you, other than the restraints. I sit down in a chair opposite you and relax, watching the show. I reach up with a hand and extend one finger. I flick my finger through the air, and as I do, you feel the sensation of a feather tip swipe along your inner thigh, in the nook between your balls and your leg. You jump with a surprised yelp, but you can’t go anywhere. I continue my flicking, and the feather sensation slides along your groin, caressing your balls and your inner thighs, making you shake and groan.

Then I see another shameful kink float to the forefront of you mind. You immediately try to squash it, but I see it plain as day: you can’t help but imagine the feathers slide back a little and up into your ass crack. God, you’re just doing all my work for me.

I take a second finger and hold it up at an angle, flicking it as well. The feather sensations now start up on your sensitive asshole, and you give a small yelp. You buck hard trying to escape the sensation, face bright red with humiliation.

I laugh, dropping my hands, but the feather sensations still tickle you. I get up and sit on the couch next to you, as close as I can get without physically touching. I lean close to your ear and say, “I did this to an old boyfriend in college once. Well, I used my panties instead of my shoes, but same difference. We had a small tiff, and he called me a bitch, so I left him like this, my panties over his face, humping the air like a spazz.” I trace a finger along your cheek and tickle your earlobe, making you shudder. “Wanna know how long I left him that way?” Your wide eyes look at me, fearing the answer. I lean closer, and you can feel my hot breath on your ear and neck. “Days,” I whisper.

I slowly stand up and smile devilishly. I slowly back away and wiggle my fingers at you in a parting wave. You moan loudly, shaking your head. You can barely catch your breath to beg me not to go, but I just laugh at your babbling words, and leave you, returning to my apartment. My pussy is dripping wet, and I grab my phone, calling up a couple “friends with benefits.” I plan on having a long, long day of pleasure as I listen to you suffer; I’ll make sure you can hear out screams of ecstasy. Then, maybe in the morning, I’ll come back and reclaim my shoes.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ll be done with you.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Just A Little Scene: A Thief's Tale

I’d been stealing to live pretty much since I was an orphaned girl on the street. Now, at the age of 21, I’d had Sex Magic for two years, and simple stealing was as easy as giving a guy a boner and convincing him he owed me a couple hundred dollars if he ever wanted to cum again. Once I’d gotten enough “seed money” and used a bit of influence, I was able to get a real job and a place to live. Nothing too fancy, but enough to get buy and try to live legitimately.

Only that didn’t work out as well as I’d thought. I still had the itch, the thrill of trying to steal. So I took to becoming a cat burglar, breaking into homes as stealthily as possible, and stealing something like a cheap novelty item or whatever. I’d usually come back and toss the item in their yard a week or two later.

Was I tempting fate? You bet your sweet ass I was. It wouldn’t be such a thrill otherwise. I know, I got problems. Maybe one day, I’ll get a therapist. For now though, I’m young and reckless, and fuck you, I’ll do what I want.

But you aren’t here to listen to my life story, are you, you pervert? I can see it in your head and in your pants, you just want the spicy details I promised about that one adventure. Right, right, for your “blog on exciting Sex Magic stories.” Honestly, you men. You’re all a bunch of weirdos.

Your favorite series now includes Sex Magic!

I'm not sure how many people actually see this blog, or if anyone even checks it on a remotely regular basis. Nonetheless, for those that do, I have a fun little discussion topic to put forth:

For those of you who follow and enjoy my Sex Mage World stories and other similar such works, I'd like you to imagine your favorite TV show, comic book, novel, webcomic, whatever piece of fiction you enjoy, and add Sex Magic powers to the mix. Just like in my Sex Mage World setting, every woman in that universe over the age of 19 gains Sex Magic.

How do you think the series would play out? Would the female characters become dommes? Would they try to suppress the powers? Embrace them in non-sexual ways? How do the men react?

If you have your own original fictional universe, how do they react?

Consider the situation from two possible points:

1) Sex Magic already existed at the beginning of the series.

2) Sex Magic has only just started appearing in this current season/arc of the series.

This is just for fun, of course, but please try to give more than a one-sentence quickie response. You can leave your replies in the comments section, or go ahead and e-mail me at salamando_flames@yahoo.com.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Cruel Nurse

You’ve been in an accident that has left you half-paralyzed. You can’t really move, but you are on the mend. It’s just going to take a long while. You do have feeling in certain parts, however. In fact, it would seem your genitals are all the more sensitive, though this may have something to do with not having been able to touch yourself or release for three months. All you get down there are a few tender sponge baths, and we aren’t exactly allowed to take it further. At least not until I come on staff.

I’m apparently either exactly your type in the looks department, or you’re just so pent up any woman will do. Perhaps a combination of both. You get an erection every time I walk in the door, and today, it doesn’t seem to want to quit. I give you a small frown. “What’s this about, then?” I say.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

What Are Friends For?

Jason was trying very hard to concentrate on the game he was playing with his best friend, Meg, but it was proving difficult. His older sister, Maggie, had invited her friends over for a “sun bathing party” again. Seven girls all in tiny bikini’s strutting in and out of the house for the past hour, making sure Jason could see them in the process. Currently, they were all gathered in the patio outside, sun tanning, and it was all Jason could do not to run upstairs and look down at them from his window, seeing them stretched out in their tiny swimsuits. Some of them had started to go topless, Maggie included, not even caring anymore about being seen by Jason, or any of the neighbors. Being in their early twenties, they were all Sex Mages; any amount of attention they got would only charge their magic, and if anyone tried anything or even thought of trying anything, they would know it instantly and take matters into their own hands. In a way, they were daring Jason to come peep at them; he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

This was not to say it wasn’t a massive effort. When they had first come over and stripped down to their suits, right in front of him in the living room, they had all laughed at the massive spike in arousal, and all the dirty thoughts that flashed through his mind. Maggie smirked, amused at her brother’s humiliation. However, this time, Jason had been prepared, inviting Meg over to distract him from what was going on.

At the time, Meg had been in the room, where she and Jason had been about to play a video game. She giggled as she watched Jason straining to control himself as the girls got almost naked in front of them. At 18, Meg was too young to have developed Sex Magic yet, but a girl would have to be literally blind not to see the look of sheer desire on his face. Still, she couldn’t blame him. Poor Jason was now on week three of no orgasms, a punishment decided by Maggie when she caught Jason masturbating to pictures of her friends. This was also the third weekend in a row they had all come to sunbathe at their house, just to really rub it in Jason’s face, and embarrass him further by letting her friends directly see all his dirty thoughts about them.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Just A Little Scene: Drive By Tease

Jack was walking down the street down town, minding his own business, when Jasmin pulled up beside him in her red convertible. She screeched to a halt and gave him an appreciative once-over. She lowered her glasses slightly and smile mischieviously.

“Hey, sexy,” she called out. Jack nearly leaped out of his skin.

“Oh, uh, h-hi Jasmin,” he said, swallowing nervously. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

She smiled warmly at him. “I was driving around and spotted you in the distance, and decided I feel like having some fun. Going somewhere?”

“I, uh, need to get to class,” he blurted out.

She shook her head. “No, you don’t.”

“No, seriously, I need to get to class. There’s a test Friday, and I need to be there today for the study guide.”

“No, you don’t. You can get the notes from a friend of yours. Now, come on. Get in the car.”

Jack started to back away. “No, seriously, I really just… I’d rather go to class myself.”

Her smile faded a bit. She flicked her hand towards Jack, and suddenly, he gasped, as he felt an invisible, but unmistakable sensation of tight, warm wetness grip his cock. Instantly, his cock went erect as the phantom pussy squeezed him, tenting his shorts lewdly. He tried to adjust himself, but another finger flick forced his hands away. “You won’t be able to concentrate for shit if you go. Besides, you want to show up with a big tent in your pants?”

Jack gasped and his knees went week as the pussy began to move on him, its grip becoming tighter. “Oh, god, Jasmin, please…” The pressure built until it was almost painfully tight.

 “Don’t be a pain in the ass, Jack. Get in the car.”

“N-n-no!” he gasped out fiercely, glaring at you. “Damn it, I’m not your plaything!”

Jasmin’s smile had become a venomous frown. “When are you going to learn? Yes. You. Are!” With the last three words, she snapped her fingers in rapid succession, and suddenly, Jack’s book bag and clothes disappeared, leaving him completely naked, right there on the sidewalk.

Jack yelped, and tried to cover himself, but Jasmin’s magic still wouldn’t allow his hands to reach his privates. His cock, throbbing excitedly, twitched in mid-air for all to see. “Jasmin, please!”

“Too late, Jack, you’ve killed my buzz,” Jasmin slipped her shades up, her expression and tone ice cold. “Have fun in class, dipshit.” She hit the gas and peeled out as she raced away, leaving him naked right out in the open. As she left, the phantom pussy began to move more rapidly on his cock, causing Jack to gasp and jerk, nearly falling to his knees. He hadn’t cum, or been able to touch himself in nearly three weeks. The sensations of pleasure were quickly overwhelming.

Jack ducked behind a bush, and collapsed onto his hands and knees. He prayed for Jasmin to come back, but after ten minutes, the pussy only moved more frantically on his cock, and she was no where in sight. She wasn’t coming back!

Jack had to risk it. He knew a way to her house using the old nature trail a block away. Cursing, she ran as fast as he could for it, barely able to move in a straight line, as the jolt of pleasure along his lines threatened to buckle his legs out from under him. There were multiple car honks and catcalls as he went, as well as shouts of protest at his involuntary streaking, but he dared not stop, even when he reached the trail.

He finally stumbled up to her house, two hours later. What should have been a thirty minute walk had been slowed to a torturous crawl. However it seemed to be for nothing, as she wasn’t home. Desperately, he threw himself onto the back lawn, thrashing and whimpering in sensual agony. The pleasure was enormous, but so was the ache in his balls and painful tension of his now dark red cock. So much pressure, so much desperation, but Jasmin’s magic would not let him release.

It was hours before she showed, followed by a strapping young stud who seemed to be in a complete trance. Jasmin crouched by Jack, who could only twitch feebly by then. “Next time I say do something, you fucking do it,” she said. She snapped her fingers and the phantom pussy finally halted, leaving Jack to sprawl in a boneless heap. However, she still did not grant him release.

“When you get your breath back, come inside. I want you to watch while I break in my new boy here. Maybe, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you a chance to cum afterwards.”

“H-h-how?” Jack gasped.

Jasmin smiled. “Only one way to find out,” she said, and she led the tranced out stud into the house, leaving the door open for Jack to follow.