Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Captioned Images by Gloryboy

Gloryboy is a fellow poster at, and another writer of extreme femdom stories, sometimes with a supernatural twist. He has also picked up on the Sex Mage concept, and occasionally incorporates it into his stuff, although he tends to mix some of my concepts with PancakeForDinner's ter Sex Powers rules. He has recently created two blogs to post "captioned picture" stories, some of which have a Sex Mage theme, some of which have a general supernatural theme, while some focus on a world of enforced male denial via chastity belts. Like PancakesForDinner, he also focuses very heavily on incest, so fair warning if that's not your thing. You can find his two captioned sights here:

For more of his stuff, here is his EMCSA page:

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Lustful Wilds expanded edition now available!

When an explorer named Mike crashes his helicopter into the forest of Zoaheim, the Forbidden Continent, he doesn't expect to make it out alive. However, by a stroke of luck, he is saved by a mysterious woman, intent on helping him escape the dangerous wilds. But in this land of monsters and savage demihumans, even a savior can be a deadly threat.


Lustful Wilds is an expanded version of an older story posted on Literotica. This new version is nearly twice as long, adds new characters and conflicts, and some female domination and teasing scenes. Some details have also been altered.

You can purchase the story here at Smashwords:

There may, however, be some uncomfortable elements in the story for some readers, namely the following:

1) A few sex scenes involving demihumans, humans with bestial features such as horns and tails. This may skirt too close to bestiality for some.

2) The lead female character is subjected to some abuse. It's nothing graphic or gory, but this may not sit well with some.

If you aren't sure whether or not you'd care for this tale, you can read the original version, still free on Literotica:

If you like the original, I think you'll like the expanded version.


He shifted over a bit, to try and catch the downwind again. It struck him as silly, but he really wanted to catch that scent again. He sniffed at the air a bit as the breeze wafted over him, and he thought he caught one or two hints. Suddenly a crazy idea came to him, and before he could stop himself, he blurted it out.

“I think we should sleep together,” he said. Jane glanced at him again. “Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, we should sleep next to each other. For warmth.”

“You’ve got the blanket in your pack,” she said.

“Er, well, yeah, but, I mean, you don’t have one.”

“I have a jacket.”

Having already committed himself, Mike struggled to find a way to make the idea a reality. “Well, yeah, but—”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to tough it out.” Jane stood and started walking away from the fire.

“Hey, wait, I’m sorry,” said Mike. “Don’t be offended, I just meant—”

“I know what you meant,” said Jane. She said it plainly, with neither accusation nor degradation, which eased some of Mike’s worry. “Just stay there, and keep quiet. I’m going to use the bathroom.”

Mike’s eyebrows raised. Jane disappeared behind a bush, and he tried very hard not to think about her slipping her pants off. He opened his canteen and took a swig of cool water, hoping it would ease the warmth inside him. His erection pulsed in his pants, and he unconsciously pressed the flat of his palm against himself. His eyes closed as he unthinkingly started masturbating, rhythmically pressing himself through his jeans for a few minutes. He let out a soft sigh, and before he knew it, he found himself nearing climax. It felt good, but part of his mind panicked just in time, reminding him that he probably didn’t want to spend the next two or three days with a huge cum stain in his pants. Mike forced himself to stop and opened his eyes.

He nearly jumped out of his skin. Jane was standing just a few feet away, her mouth slightly open, staring at him. She had an odd look in her eye. He could only guess she’d been watching him for at least a minute. Mike felt a flush of embarrassment, which died halfway up as he kept looking in her eyes. There was a strange, almost hungry look to her expression. Suddenly, her eyes focused on his and she blinked. She closed her lips and snapped her head to the right, looking away from him.

Mike found his voice again. “Jeez, don’t sneak up on a guy like that,” he said, trying to sound more amused than spooked.

Jane swallowed hard, and said, “Sorry.” The breeze picked up behind her again, and wafted towards Mike. He suddenly got another strong noseful of that scent. For a moment, he felt heady, and then, a strong sensation of arousal seemed to flood over him. His erection, temporarily spooked into shrinking, immediately throbbed to full mast.

“Oh,” said Mike breathlessly. He started to get up, and walk around the fire to Jane, whose features seemed to positively glow in the firelight. Jane jerked back when he reached for her, and in a flash, her gun was in her hand, and pressed against the bottom of Mike’s chin. This immediately sobered Mike up. Mostly.

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” said Jane. However, her voice wavered a bit, and she said the words without as much conviction as it sounded like she intended.

Mike backed away, hands up. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” He felt like an idiot. He wanted to smack himself. In fact, he did just that, smacking the sides of his face a bit and shaking his head as if to ward off some mental fogginess. “I don’t know what came over me. I guess it’s just been a while since I did anything, and you’re just so pretty, and I was just sitting there and—”

“Stop talking,” said Jane. She holstered her gun and backed away from him. She sat down on a large rock several feet away, where the shadows began to overtake the firelight. “Go to sleep.”


“Just. Go. To. Sleep.”

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Just A Heads Up

I usually ending up taking longer break periods between projects, despite the amount of free time I generally have, mainly because it's very easy to get burnt on out writing this stuff. Even now, I have about six to ten half-written stories that I'm struggling to complete. Eventually, I will swing back into it and produce more material.

However, unfortunately, my computer is now thoroughly dying. Even now, I have to use multiple fans just to keep it from blue screening whenever I so much as want to listen to a song. That's what I get for buying cheap, I suppose; I apparently ended up buying a laptop that was designed to fail in about a year's time. I've been limping it along as it is for the past six months, and its just kept getting worse.

Unfortunately, I am also poor. As in, I have a job, but I can barely afford the food I eat and the gas in my car, and I am supremely lucky to have managed to find a place with cheap rent with internet included in the rent. Ergo, should my computer fail completely it could be some time before I am able to acquire another. This means I won't be able to produce new stories for a while. I can always log on to public library computers, its true. However, adult websites are not something you want to be caught looking at in public, even if you are able to reach one not blocked by a public wi-fi's firewall. So, those aren't an option for providing this kind of material.

Before anyone gets any ideas, I'm not e-begging for money. I'm just giving a heads up in case I disappear for a while. My computer is still functioning at the moment, but I don't know for how long.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Just A Little Scene: Special Delivery

Sandy opened the door while still topless, her pert breasts free for all to see.

“Hello, I have a pizza for—” the pizza boy’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Oh, wow, um…”

Sandy giggled at the young man’s utterly stunned expression. “Yeah, that’s us,” she said. She reached over and took the box, setting it down, and handed him a twenty dollar bill. She leaned close, and traced a finger along the growing bulge in his pants. “You keep the change, hon,” she said, and the boy let out a quaky groan. “And, if you could one little thing for me?” He nodded dumbly. “Think about me when you masturbate tonight?”

She traced along the bulge again, and it flexed lewdly. He let out a gasp, then blurted out, “I c-c-can’t! My girlfriend! I-I-I’m not allowed!” He blushed furiously.

Sandy opened her eyes and put a hand to her mouth in mock surprise. “You’re not allowed?!” She wagged her finger at him. “You shouldn’t let your girlfriend boss you around! Why, if my girlfriend told me I couldn’t masturbate, I’d tell her to stuff it!”

“B-but I can’t help it!” he gulped, blushing furiously. “She used her Magic, and now I, uh, I can’t!”

“Oh, my,” said Sandy, not quite able to hide a grin. “That must suck! So, how long as that been going on?”

“Please, can I just go? I have to get back to do more deliveries?”

“Just answer my question, please,” said Sandy, reaching down and tracing the bulge once more.

“Thuh-thuh-three weeks!” he squeaked.

“Goodness! I can barely go a day without touching myself!” Sandy giggled as his eyes went wide as saucers, and the thought of her masturbating filled his mind. His eyes zeroed in on her exposed chest as he imagined her playing with her nipples. “Well, I hope she’s letting you cum regularly at least.”

The young man shook his head, still entranced by her breasts.

“Hey, up here slick!” she said, pushing his head up with a finger to his chin. He swallowed and forced himself to look her in the eyes. “So, that’s a no, huh? Well, how often then?”

“Only twice every w-week,” he said, voice thick with lust.

“Oh, well, that’s not so bad!” said Sandy. “Honestly, for a moment there, I was starting to feel sorry for you, but twice a week is plenty!” She leaned closer, and said, “You know, a lot of men are lucky to cum twice a month!” He shivered as her breasts nearly brushed against his chest. His hands shook as he instinctively began to reach up to touch them.

Immediately, she slapped his hands away and gave him an angry look. “Woah! Down boy! Bad! Did I say you could touch my breasts?”

“No!” he squeaked.

“Did I say you could even look at them?” she said. She thrust her chest out as she did so, and it was only through a Herculean effort that he did not drop his gaze back to them. In fact, he actually looked to the ceiling to avoid them. “Well?!”

“No! Please, I have to go!”

“Apologize first!” she snapped.

“I’m sorry!” he said.

“Look me in the eyes when you say it!”

He tried to look her in the eyes, but she thrust her chest out once more, and his gaze instinctively dropped to her tits. “Hey!” she yelled. “You did it again!”

The poor boy couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry!” he shouted, squeezing his eyes shut and turning to run. However, before he could even turn halfway, he suddenly froze. His eyes flew open, wild, and he looked at her with terror. Sandy smiled as she admired her handiwork. It was the first time in a while that she’d instantly frozen a man in place with her magic; she was pleased at how well she bound him with just a split second to act.

“Rude!” she said. “I don’t even know if I should pay you for such rude service.” She reached out and grabbed the twenty out of his hand. His brow furrowed, but he could not move to stop her.

“Please, I can’t just return without the payment!” he said.

“I’m sure your manager will understand when she finds out you were ogling my tits,” she said. She laughed as he started to protest, “Oh, yes, I know your manager is a woman; just a couple years older than you, at that. I can see your little jerk-off fantasies about her. Well, former jerk-off fantasies. I can see why your girlfriend cut you off.”

He trembled. “Oh, god,” he said. “Look, I’ll pay for the pizza! Just please, let me go!”

“Now, now, I’m just teasing. Of course I won’t steal a pizza! I want you guys to deliver to me in the future, after all.” She giggled, and reached over, tracing the bulge once more. She could sense his cock flex mightily, and his balls start to clench against his body. He was maybe on stroke from cumming, and he accentuated this with a lustful gasp. “In fact, I’d really like it if it was you next time. I’d like to know how your girlfriend reacted to her boy coming home with a stain in his pants.”

“What, wait, no!” he said, but then his mouth was sealed shut. He could only stand there, helpless, as Sandy slowly unzipped his pants, and slid the twenty, along with an extra five, inside his open fly. She made sure to drag the bill in such a way that it slipped through the slit of his boxers and grazed the bare skin of his ragingly hard cock. He let out a loud moan and shuddered as this was more than he could take. He instantly exploded in his pants, one shot, two shots, thre—

He let out a muffled scream as Sandy made a pinching motion with her two fingers and the pizza boy’s orgasm was immediately shut off, mid-spurt. His body shuddered as the semen was forced back down, slowly, torturously, until his balls were almost refilled. Then, Sandy gave him a smack on the ass and he could move again.

Sandy laughed her ass off watching him go, as he stumbled, wincing and moaning back to the car, pulling the cum-covered money from his crotch, face beet red with frustration and shame.

Friday, March 9, 2012

A Brief Guide to the World of Civero

I don't know how many people will actually care about this sort of thing, but for those interested in some general details of the World of Civero setting, I have put up a small guidebook on Smashwords:

This guidebook is FREE, so there's no reason not to take a quick glance if you're curious. And hell, for those Table Top RPG enthusiasts, feel free to use it as a campaign setting for some kinky DnD. :smile6:

Fair warning, this is just a guidebook, there's no actual erotica, other than the mention of the Lust Walkers.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

The Witch's Castle, now available for purchase!

Presented for your enjoyment, is a sample of my new story, The Witch's Castle! This is a story I've been meaning to write for a long time, but never quite coalesced until now. The rest of the work is available for purchase here, at:

This is a World of Civero story. It has Magic! Thieves! Tease and Denial! Golden Hooks! A Castle! There might even be Witch in there somewhere!

You can read a sample at the Smashwords site, but for further tempation, I shall post a blurb here:

Monday, March 5, 2012

A Little Spell 9

Scott groaned awake, to find himself in his bed. He was still naked and hard, but he was at least covered in a blanket. He stretched and his left arm bumped into something warm and soft. He turned and expected to see his wife, only to jump when he realized he was laying next to Todd.

Todd himself was jolted awake when Scott grabbed him by the shoulder and gave him a quick shake. “Ugh, Christ, what happened?” he groaned, then jumped when he saw he was in bed with Scott. “Oh, jesus,” he said. “Don’t tell me they made us…?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them at this point, but no, I don’t remember that happening,” said Scott.

“Me neither,” said Todd. “I guess.” He looked around. “So, where are they?”

Scott and Todd traded a nervous glance. Slowly they got up, wincing at the ache of their full balls, and tip toed out of the room. Their cocks wagged before them, causing both men to feel awkward around one another, but there was nothing for it. The spells on Scott were still in affect, forcing him fully hard in the house, and it seemed Todd was now under the same condition. The men went over to the spare bedroom, where Scott and Angie sometimes had guests sleep. There on the spare bed, they saw their wives sleeping, with Sandra snuggled between them.