Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Centurions: Sex Mage Sojourn

“Just a simple stake out, you said! Oh, this should be wrapped up in five minutes, you said! Why did you have to jinx it?!” Shockwave glared at his teammates. All around them, a swarm of robots continued to pour from every nook and cranny of the warehouse, where what was supposed to be a simple drug sale bust had evolved into a superhero versus robot cluster fuck. And not the fun kind.

Max Out rolled his eyes as he socked another robot hard enough to knock the five behind it aside like bowling pins. “Says the guy who jumped the gun and decided he couldn’t wait two more minutes for everyone to get into position.” With a burst of super speed, he dismantled a dozen more.

“How was I supposed to know this place was a storage facility for the Robot Master’s old clunkers?” Shockwave held out his hands and fired a wide beam of pure force to plow through another wave of robots. The humanoid machines struggled to get back up, apparently heedless of the fact that half their bodies were currently bent out of shape, and a few were missing limbs. Like zombies, they continued to march toward the superheroes in their midst with no care to their own safety; their broken and worn-down parts protested this activity with loud, metallic shrieks and sparks, but the robots heedlessly advanced forward.

“This is getting us no where,” said Growl, his weretiger form looming over his teammates as he hurled two more robots into the oncoming horde. The three men backed up forming a circle as the robots made an ever-tightening ring around them.

“Agreed,” said Max Out. He scanned the horde to see where the thinnest part appeared to be. Then he shifted his internal energies to “max out” his durability. “Growl! Pick me up and start charging that way! Shockwave, follow in our wake and keep the path from closing up!”

Sunday, December 4, 2011

The Year 100 Story

This story was intended to be the cap off of the Sex Mage World timeline series I planned to write, but which has ultimately stalled out for now. I started writing it, and even made an outline for it, but once realized how it was going to turn out and just how mentally disturbed the main character was, I decided I didn't want to go there. Ergo, this story is likely never going to get written. Still, I’ve been asked about it, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to post a summary.

In brief, there's this kid in Year 100, we’ll call him Joe for now, who grows up near-traumatized by the knowledge of how Sex Magic lets utterly dominate and violate men at their whim. He doesn't actually get on the recieving end of this, his mother and older sisters are all perfectly loving and fair to him. But he just can't get over the imbalance, despite their assurances that most women aren't psychos like that. About the time he turns 18, he ends up unknowingly becoming host to a spirit that renders him immune to Sex Magic, and also seems to grant him superhuman powers (increasing durability, strength, flight, and even energy blasts), whenever violence or violent intent occurs to or near him. Joe is at first glad to finally be free of Sex Magic influence, but in a heartbeat, he becomes despondent again because he realizes being the one man alive who can overcome Sex Magic is going to make him target number one for the women, whom he believes will try to capture him and experiment on him to ensure he doesn’t somehow spread the power to the other men.

At around the same time, these mysterious men who have some kind of squid-like entities attached to their backs start appearing in random places in public and start gunning down as many women as they can. Turns out they are also immune to Sex Magic, and can similarly increase their physical strength and durability by absorbing the “death energies” of things that die near them. Ergo, they get stronger the more people they kill, and when they start machine-gunning whole crowds of people, they can quickly get to a point where even a tank isn’t going to be able to scratch them.

Somehow or another, Joe gets discovered by the police, and then the military, and he is more or less pushed to cooperate with a platoon of highly trained Sex Mage special ops to battle the “Death Spirits.” The boy confronts and ultimately kills one of them, not knowing his own strength. However, the next one they capture, and it is revealed that the Death Spirit men are males who were abused by women so badly, that they sought out some means of countering the Sex Magic. By some miracle, they performed a ritual which summoned the Death Eater Parasites, which are the creatures attached to them. He then explains the origin of Sex Magic, how it comes from a creature summoned 100 years ago from the Elemental Plane of Lust. The Death Eater Parasites are spawned from a creature that feeds on the Sex Magic creature. Ergo, the Death Spirit Men plan to summon the Death Creature so that it can, theoretically, consume all the Sex Magic on Earth, and take away all the women’s powers.

This, of course, ignores the very real threat that the Death Creature will also either slaughter all life on Earth in the process and feed off the death energies, or the summoning will end up tearing a hole between dimensions, and unleash a torrent of similar creatures upon the world.

Joe and the Sex Mage squadron then hunt down the remaining three or four Death Spirit Men to stop them before they can complete the ritual. In the process, Joe starts becoming close to one of the Special Ops women, and the leader of the team also takes Joe under her wing somewhat, acting as a mentor. Still, Joe is forever wary of the women, and despite attempts to get him to open up, he remains a bitter and sullen individual. He cannot condone the way the Death Spirit Men are going about it, but were it not for the fatal consequences of their plan, he would probably be helping them, instead of the women.

Ultimately, they beat the other Death Spirit Men until finally, only Mr. Vargas, the leader of the DSMs, and the strongest, remains. He has managed to complete the ritual, and he stands atop a sky scraper in a crowded city, attempting to use the magic he’s absorbed to rip open the portal and summon the Death Creature. Joe confronts him directly, empowered by every attempt Mr. Vargas uses to stop him, but Mr. Vargas remains too strong for Joe to defeat directly. The two have a talk, Joe stalling for time while the Special Ops team decides whether or not to enact a desperate option: dropping a powerful bomb on two of them, sacrificing Joe and possibly hundreds of civilians to take out Vargas.

Mr. Vargas reveals that Joe is not possessed by a spirit of violence, but instead a Spirit of Justice. Turns out, however, that Justice is subjective: the spirit is empowered when someone performs an action they truly believe is Just. Joe kept being empowered by acts of violence, because in every situation, someone was doing what they believed was right, even the Death Eater Men slaughtering dozens if not hundreds of women, believing they were saving everyone. Even now, Joe is empowered more than ever before, because Mr. Vargas believes he is performing a Just action, as do Joe and the Special Ops women. Vargas tries to tempt Joe to join him, and that the ritual will not just kill everybody. Ultimately, Joe decides the risk of global genocide is too great.

The two fight some more, and the portal begins to appear in the sky. The Death Creature begins to manifest. The Special Ops team drops the bomb, destroying the sky scraer they are on, and Mr. Vargas and Joe are both empowered by the action, to the point that they both survive and keep fighting. Vargas is powered by the deaths cause by the bomb, Joe by the intent of the action to protect the world. The portal is still opening, however, since Vargas is still there. A second bomb as dropped, and Joe grabs Vargas and flies them both straight into it. Vargas, with no more deaths in the area left for him to draw strength from, burns out his magic protection and is vaporized, the portal closing in the process. Joe, however, is still empowered just enough, and he manages to survive the blast, just barely.

Joe wakes up in a hospital, and the Special Ops leader comes in to debrief him. He learns that the world was saved, and no more Death Spirit men have appeared, nor did any creatures come through the portal. However, Joe’s magic has been burnt out, the Justice Spirit dissipated. He is now vulnerable to Sex Magic, like before. Joe, ultimately, has not gotten over his trauma and phobia of Sex Magic, and bitterly comments on how, even though he helped saved the world, his “reward” is that he gets to go back to being just another slave to the women’s power. Despite assurances that the Special Ops women will try to install the strongest shields they can on him to make his as resistant to Sex Magic as possible, Joe says it won’t make a difference. The SO leader then pulls out a gun, loads a single bullet into it, and sets it on the nightstand, telling Joe that he can either face reality and try to find happiness, or if he truly has no hope, he can opt out. She leaves the room, and its implied that Joe shoots himself.

Friday, December 2, 2011


As his Master instructed, Max waited in the locker room after practice, until the dojo was closed. When he felt a slight tingle across his balls, that was his Master’s signal that he should come back out onto the floor, naked.

Max did so, not hesitating as he strode out onto the matt, where his Master waited. She, however, was still dressed in her gi. What Max did not expect was a couple other women to be present, watching from the stands. Two of them were fellow students, while the other was another instructor.

Max swallowed, feeling a touch of nervousness. “Master,” he said. “I was to understand this would be a private lesson.”

“The lesson, Maxwell, is to learn to focus despite distraction, particularly of this nature,” she said.


“If you came in knowing exactly what to expect and prepared to tune it out, it would not be an adequate distraction. Understand, I don’t wish to embarrass you, but facing your embarrassment is going to be part of this. It is, after all, a key factor of your arousal.”

Thursday, December 1, 2011

On Sequels and Continuations

Sometimes, I get comments and e-mails from readers asking me if I plan on doing a sequel to a story, or if I’m going to continue a story. Unfortunately, the chances of anything I've written seeing a genuine sequel or a continuation are pretty slim. I apologize if this disappoints some fans of my work. I’m not against the idea of sequels or continuations, and in fact, I’ve actually tried doing some, which usually results in failure, hence they don’t get posted. There’s several reasons for this.

1) I am constantly coming up with new ideas, and I very quickly get bored with reusing the same material over and over. Frankly a lot of my ideas use the same one or two story formulas, and most of the sex tends to be pretty much the same stuff over and over, so I’m especially susceptible to getting burnt out on stuff.

This is why I keep trying to tackle different situations, settings, genres, etc, with each new major story. I want to keep trying new formulas and combinations of elements to keep things interesting and fresh. Unfortunately, revisiting the same characters tends to lead to stagnation of the concept.

2) Very often, everything I set out to say or do with a character ends up getting done in a single story, which is to say, the character becomes “finished” in my mind. If the conflict that drove the story gets resolved, and I don’t see any more seeds of conflict, I just really don’t have anything left to say.

For example, the main conflict in Kat’s First Boytoy is Kat deciding whether or not she’s really going to use her powers to seduce and sexually dominate Ben, as well as convincing Ben to submit to her once she does decide to go for it. This all wrapped up by the end of the story, and thus the conflict is over. After that point, the only thing left for me to write about would just be more sex scenes involving the two, but I feel that would be just be stale.

Of course, I could introduce a new conflict, but the only thing I’ve ever come up with as a legitimate Kat sequel ends up coming off as a repeat of the Violet vs. Sarah story, and well, I already mentioned my issue with repeating myself too much.

3) Very often, the sequel ideas I get end up being pretty much not erotic at all, which, well, kind of defeat’s the whole purpose. Either the stories end up being all about the psychological consequences of being victimized by abusive Sex Mages (which can lead to horribly dark territory I don’t even want to get into regardless), or it ends up being more about the superhero/adventure action than anything else. If the sex is an after thought, than it’s not an erotica. And I presume that when you want me to write a sequel to an erotic story, you plan on that sequel also being erotic, not a psychological horror piece or a schlocky action story.

To correlate with this, sometimes making an erotic sequel just really doesn’t make any sense in terms of the established character. For example, some people want to see a story where Sarah breaks out of prison, tracks down Dough and Violet, and gets her revenge by turning them both into her sex slaves. Yeah… no. If Sarah ever did break out? She’s not going to turn them into her sex slaves. She is going to outright murder them. The thing about Sarah is that it was never really about the sex; sex was just the medium through which her magic worked. It was all about the power. Sure she enjoyed sex, but it was never a motivation, it was a weapon for her to use to control people, and in the case of Doug, it was her means of gaining more power for herself. Violet and Doug defeated her and stole her power; ergo they deserve to die in Sarah’s eyes.

Similarly, Feel Girl isn’t motivated by sex either. She’s motivated by the thrill of being a supervillain. Sex is her weapon, shield, and means of controlling others, but you better believe that if, given the opportunity to switch her powerset to something much more directly destructive or controlling, she would switch to that in a heartbeat. Ergo, a sequel involving her, more than likely, would mean joining or forming a team of supervillains who would more than likely be immune to her power, and using their resources to advance her supervillain “career.” She would not, as was once suggested to me, go buy an island and build a mansion where she could be waited on hand and foot by men she cockteases into serving her.

4) I started writing a story, but for some reason, it completely crapped out on me, and I couldn’t come up with any way to continue it that didn’t either feel forced, stupid, or contradictory. Or, I just plain ran out of ideas. Unfortunately, sometimes, this happens after I have already posted part of the story, and I end up left with a dud that isn’t finished. These days I try not to post things too soon, and if I do make that mistake, I try to cap off what I’ve already written as much as best as possible, with varying success. Unfortunately, stories like this, such as Sandy the Psychic Cougar, The Erotic Misadventures of Jamin Frey: The Golden Hook, and Centurions: Curse of the Druj, just aren’t going to get finished. I ran into a wall or a gaping canyon, and I’m just not going to be able to get past it unless I do the whole thing over from scratch.

And yes, I did finally manage to do that with one of them, a rewrite of Sandy, set in the Sex Mage World. Unfortunately, even that one crapped out on me at the end, resulting in a sloppily written conclusion, and even getting that far was like pulling teeth trying to get it out. It’s not an experience I wish to repeat, so even a remake is unlikely to occur for the other stories.

5) Specifically in regards to the Just A Little Scenes: These are not, and never were, intended to be full stories in the first place. Most JALS are just scenes I came up with that I couldn’t manage to expand into a bigger story, so I just capped off the scene at the ends to try and make it more self-contained. Occasionally, I’ve taken a scene from a failed story I only partially managed to write, and decided to cap it off and make it a JALS as well. As such, JALS by their very nature aren’t really meant to continue. I tried it once, with the You My Goddess sub-series, but well, personally I think that while the first one is one of the best erotica/porn I’ve ever written, the sequels felt flat and forced to me.

However, it is true that some JALS can lead to bigger story ideas. Violet and Sarah, for example, started off as JALS characters, who were reimagined in the Violet vs. Sarah story, and a few JALS served as prototypes for the Sex Mage World setting, so in that sense, the JALS do lead to other things.

6) Heck, if nothing else, I also just plain can’t stand it when a story doesn’t know when to end, and sometimes, the best way to end a story is to tease the readers imagination so that they can draw there own conclusion as to what further sexual adventures the characters might have. Again, if the conflict is already established and resolved, and all that’s really left is for the characters to just keep having sex on a frequent basis, well, I know I can’t please everybody, and my own tastes tend not to jive with a lot of other people’s preferences. Ergo, after showing you the sorts of things a dominant psychic woman can do to her non-powered male sub, in some ways, it’s better to leave it to the readers imagination where that can go from there, rather than just dragging them through scene after scene of sex, sex, and more sex, that will ultimately just grow stale.

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.

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.

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.

Saturday, October 8, 2011


The gentle feeling of feathers tickling Cale’s balls was at first a pleasant sensation to wake up to. He would start to squirm into the feeling, trying to shift his hips so the feathers would instead stroke along his shaft. However, the feathers would unerringly follow his balls, causing him to shift more. He would then start to awaken more fully, and would try to reach down to grab the feathers, or better yet, the hand holding them.

Then he’d feel the restraints holding back his arms. As soon as that registered, his eyes would snap open, and even though it never worked, not once, he’d immediately jerk at the bonds as his gaze opened to see one of the most stunningly beautiful women he’d ever seen. This alone would have been enough to calm him down, if it weren’t for two things: One, that upon awakening, he was now aware of the acute ache in his balls from days (weeks?) without orgasm. Two, that the young woman currently feathering said balls wasn’t doing it with her hands, but with the tip of her elegant black wings.

Shit. Every morning, Cale prayed he’d wake up and it would have all been a dream. That he’d be back in his bed, and his girlfriend would have decided to get a little kinky and play with his nuts to wake him up. His prayer had yet to be answered. He was still here, in a village of demihumans, somewhere on the Forbidden Continent. He was still a prisoner to this vicious minx of a winged woman, so beautiful, yet so cruel despite the sweet smile she almost always gave him.

He gave up his struggles, though his hips still twitched, bucking now really, as the winged woman continued to tickle his balls with her wingtip. She giggled as her other wing come forward, and the tip made a few quick swipes along his penis head, which was already flowing with pre-cum. He hissed and bucked harder into the air, but it was no use. The woman laughed again, and moved to undo the binds on his hands and wrists.

He winced as her fingertips came near him, the thin talons extending from the tips sharp enough to cut through bone. But her movements were quick and dexterous, and even though it looked like she had barely passed her hands over the knots, they came apart with ease, freeing his arms and legs.

“Siva!” came a melodic voice from the window. “Rkk lck ou sli vk?”

The winged woman turned and spoke a similarly incomprehensible sentence. Cale still hadn’t learned the demi-humans’ language; too many syllables he couldn’t even pronounce, whistles and clicks he still couldn’t figure out the pattern for. About the best he’d done was learn that “Siva” was the winged woman’s name.

Siva turned back to her captive, and watched him sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his wrists where the bonds had held them. He winced as the ache in his balls flared for a moment as they were moved since the first time last night; he yearned more than anything to rub one out just to relieve the pressure, but he didn’t dare move to even cup himself. He waited for the ache to pass, then stood. Siva motioned with her hand that he could pass, and he did so, stepping through the small three room home, and out into the backyard. He was still bucked naked.

After a short stop at the “facilities,” which was nothing more than a hole in the ground behind a short wall, he fetched the bucket and got water from the well, then hauled it back into the house. The whole time, he ignored the sniggering, catcalls, and occasional spitting noises from the winged woman’s neighbors. He didn’t look at them.

He set the water down in what more or less passed for the kitchen and took a small drink, and then he kneeled at the table before his captor. She spent a few minutes making use of the water, boiling it for tea, taking a rag and washing herself a bit. Then without warning, she whirled and picked Cale up bodily, throwing him against the wall, she yanked off her barely-there tunic and pounced on him, biting the right side of his neck and pinning his arms against the wall. She pushed her sex, slick with seemingly sudden excitement, against his, causing him to almost instantly grow hard. She impaled herself upon him, flapping her wings and using them to brace herself. She began to fuck him with rapid, jerky thrusts.

Cale gasped and threw his head back, moaning. She was tight, oh, god she was tight, and her pussy was burning hot. Even with her teeth clamped onto his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave marks, she moaned in a high pitched series of cries. He shuddered as he felt the cum roil in balls. Her grip on his wrists and neck tightened, and her could feel her claws and teeth threatening to split the skin. Somehow, Cale found the will to keep himself from cumming. He couldn’t hold on. It was too much, had been too long since he’d blown his load. He was going to lose it!

Suddenly, before he even realized it at first, she was off him, jumping back and then bending over, her eyes wide and studious as she watched his cock jerk. She reached out, her talons glinting in the light as they hovered barely half an inch from his cock. Then, after a few skipped heartbeats, the need to cum subsided, and he let out a huge breath, sliding down to the floor, gasping. He looked up at his captor warily.

Siva frowned for just a moment as she watched his cock continue to twitch a few times, then looked into his eyes and smiled. She pat him on the head affectionately, then snapped her fingers, and pointed to the spot in front of her. Cale struggled back up to his knees and bowed before her, kissing her feet. Satisfied, she turned and continued her task in the kitchen.

Cale let out a low, shaky breath. This woman, no, this creature, was fucking insane. No wonder these freaks weren’t allowed on the mainland of Civero. Cale wondered if he’d ever see it again.

He winced as he heard another sound from outside the window, this one a scream coming from next door. Another familiar part of the morning ritual; the creatures next door, hulking bullmen with thick, foot long cocks, had taken his girlfriend, and every morning, they fucked her in every hole, making her cum until she couldn’t even move until sometime in the mid-afternoon. As sickened with himself as it made him, Cale couldn’t help but be jealous. Her captors made her cum her brains out.

Of course, it was possible Siva was just screwing with him. Part of him doubted she would actually cut his junk off; she’d lose her favorite toy. But Cale had seen the mad gleam in her eyes the time he’d tried to touch himself. He wasn’t about to risk it.

As he listened to his girlfriend getting fucked into inhuman bliss, Cale tried his damnedest to ignore the ache in balls, even as Siva kept tickling his sex with her wings. One day, he swore he’d get them out of here, somehow. Until then, no matter how much his body yearned for it, he prayed he wouldn’t cum.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Good Game

“So, that’s all we gotta do? Score three times, and we win?” Rick looked dubiously at the six girls who just nodded and grinned.

The petite blond in the front, Jessie, nodded and said, “Yep! Whichever team scores three times first is the winner.” She reached over and gave him a light punch on the arm. “Come on, man, you’re not afraid of a bunch of girls are you?” Her posse of friends giggled as she winked.

Rick swallowed and looked back at his team. The five other guys behind him just gave him a hopeful look. “Hey man,” said Tim, to his left. “Seems like an easy score to me.”

Rick turned back and rubbed his chin in thought. Yeah, it seemed like an easy score. Jessie had challenged Rick and his teammates to a quick match of football, right here in the practice field. If Rick and his team could score a goal three times before the girls did, the girls would fuck them to orgasm anyway they wanted. If the girls won, however, the boys merely had to buy them dinner. Which, of course, might lead to other things afterwards anyway… or at least the girls implied as such.

This was a bet no male could turn down. Like most males, Rick and his team were magically prevented from masturbating or having orgasms, which meant they relied entirely on females and their Sex Magic for sexual relief. Being popular young studs, these boys usually had better luck than most men at getting laid, but that also meant a lot more girls were interested in playing with and teasing them. Rick himself hadn’t had any relief for nearly two weeks, not since his last date had blue balled the hell out of him after he’d pissed her off.

Still, one had to be careful when playing games with girls. Decades of Sex Mage powers had made the girls very aware of their power, and freshly empowered young women were ever eager to have their fun.

“Alright,” said Rick. “It’s a deal, if and only if, you don’t use your magic to cheat.”

Jessie frowned and cocked her head to the side slightly as she chewed her lip. Rick swallowed again. Goddamn, she was gorgeous. Literally half his size, but fucking gorgeous. “Well, see, the thing is, you guys are all big and strapping dudes, and we’re kind of, well, more delicate than you. Physically. And we don’t have pads or anything. So, if it’s alright, we at least need to excite you guys a little. Then we can siphon off some energy and use that make ourselves tough enough to go all out with you guys.”

“Yeah!” said a cute redhead next to Jessie. “I mean, if you’re going to tackle us and everything, we should at least have some protection!”

All six girls leaned forward, exposing their cleavage, and said, “Pleeeeease!”

Rick and the other boys gasped as they saw the view, and despite their better judgment, their cocks betrayed them, growing erect. The girls giggle. “Is that a yes, I take it?” said Jessie, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Yes!” said Tim before Rick could protest. Rick could see his eyes nearly bugging out. He wondered when the last time Tim had gotten off was, so eager as he was to throw away all common sense.

“Great!” said the girls, and they all lined up on their side of the field.

Rick, finding it difficult to protest as he felt a slight feather light tingle of energy along his cock and balls, keeping him hard, led the boys to line up on their side. Rick crouched down across from Jessie, who made a point to show off her cleavage further. She grinned and winked.

Then, the ball was in the air, and the boys and girls were tackling one another. The girls magic flared around them, and with strength completely beyond their physical power, they plowed right over the boys and dashed off at high speed. The boys raced after them to tackle them down, but were hindered by their erections straining in their pants. Unable to touch themselves, they couldn’t even reach down to adjust, not that it would have helped much anyway.

“Come on, girls, this isn’t really fair,” said Rick, as the teams went back in line.

“Sure it is!” said Katie, smiling brightly. “You guys are all so big and tough, so we need to use our magic to toughen ourselves up so we don’t get hurt. And we need energy to use our magic, and we can’t get the energy unless you boys are excited!”

Rick frowned slightly. “Yeah but come on, it’s hard to play like this. Besides, you aren’t just toughening up, you’re giving yourselves super strength!”

Jessie laughed. “Yeah, I guess we are! Okay, okay, that last point won’t count, and we’ll just use our regular strength, how’s that?” Rick grumbled. “Hey, we could make this a lot tougher on you guys, you know!”

“Then it wouldn’t be a fair bet, would it?” said Rick.

“True,” said Jessie. “But we’re not the ones with two weeks of blue balls, are we?”

Rick sighed and the game continued. Surprisingly, the girls kept their word, and even though they managed to score another point, the boys plowed through them, easily scoring their three. The fact that they didn’t have to hold back actually helped their case as they could practically hurl the girls back without fear of hurting them. Still, by the time the game was done, the boys were almost limping from the ache of their blue balls and the throbbing of their cocks. The girls congratulated the boys on their victory, and then led them to the locker room to give them their reward.

Moments later, Rick was on his back, naked, tied to one of the locker room benches by the invisible force of Jessie’s magic. His cock strained with excitement as he struggle. “Come on… you said we could… fuck you!” gasped Rick.

“No, I said we’d fuck you to orgasm,” said Jessie. She leaned down and breathed against his ear. “However, I didn’t say we wouldn’t take our sweet time doing it!”

Rick strained to his utmost to move, but it was no use. The girl’s magic held him down like he’d been bolted to the bench. Rick could not believe it. He’d been in a girls power before, but it was still too unreal to him. Jessie was just a petite slip of a girl maybe half his size, seemingly so vulnerable and helpless compared to him. And yet, her little body held power he was completely helpless to resist!

He’d fucked girls like her before, back in high school, before the girls got their powers. He had fucked them long and hard, until they begged for mercy and melted into shivering balls of helplessness and endless orgasms, overwhelmed by his cock and his skill.

But now, as Jessie lowered herself onto him, he shuddered with the intensity of the sensation. Just a simple brush of her moist pussy lips to the tip of his cock jolted him with incredible pleasure. And then, when she took him inside, Rick felt his breath ripped away. His cock surged with ecstasy, and he threw his head back, letting out a deep groan. His whole body shook as she slowly lowered onto him. She paused for a moment once he was fully in, letting him try to control himself. He barely managed to catch his breath.

And then, she began to fuck him, and he felt like his entire body was being electrocuted through his cock. He shouted and shook and thrashed as much as the magical bonds would let him, but he could not break free. He tried to buck his hips to throw her off, but he could only squirm them slightly. Slowly, she slid up on his cock, until he was almost free… then she plunged down in one swift drop. Rick cried out, and she smiled. She slowly rose again, then plunged down. Slowly up and swiftly down. Soon, every downward plunge pushed a high-pitched moan from her lips and she clutched at his firm chest. She lay down a top him and rocked her hips in a steady rhythm. She lay her head on his chest and breathed in adorable gasps and whimpers as she drove herself to climax on his cock. And when she came, an atom bomb of pleasure went off in his sex, nearly boiling the cum in his desperate, swollen balls.

Rick had long passed the point of climax, but his orgasm was still locked down. He could do nothing but writhe and shout, which turned into whimpers and moans, and eventually pleas for mercy as Jessie fucked him like a piece of meat. He was utterly helpless and completely overwhelmed by her.

And, from the sounds of things, so was his team. All around him, the other guys cried and moaned and shook and pleaded as the girls fucked their brains out, never letting the men orgasm, but riding them until they had dozens of climaxes themselves!

It was hours before the girls finally relented and let the boys blow their loads, emptying their balls with enormous bursts of cum. But by that point, the boys were too fried to really feel it, much less care. As the girls finally released them from their magic and let them rest, Jessie whispered into Rick’s ear. “Good game,” she said, and giggled, then she and her friend left them to recover, drenched in cum and pussy juice. Rick told himself he’d never make a bet like that with a girl again.

But of course, he knew he would. Such a bet was one no male could turn down.

Just A Little Scene: Camping Fun

Most of the others were off doing their own activities, which meant it was Ricks turn to go fetch water for the camp. He’d have to get at least a couple gallons to boil and have cool before everyone got back. Mark and Lilly were off doing some hunting, while Bruce, Nick, and Cathy were off foraging. This meant that Rick was now alone with Jenna, the young woman he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. And now, it was going to be just the two of them for the next couple of hours.

Or at least it would have been if Jenna hadn’t wandered off to do something herself. Rick sighed. Just his luck. He’d been hoping to ask her out, but there was nothing for it, he guessed. As he went down the nearby hill towards the stream, carrying a couple buckets, he took in the view and sounds of the wilderness. The green trees, the twittering birds, the rippling stream, the naked woman bathing at the edge…

Rick nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw the unmistakable form of Jenna kneeling in the bank, her hands running a small wet cloth over her nude body. Rick swallowed and tried to turn away. He really did. He was not some perverse Peeping Tom. But this was Jenna; she was even more gorgeous than he imagined. The side view of her exposed breasts was more than enough to spark his excitement, and despite himself, he grew erect.

Jenna paused slightly as she washed. Instantly, she sensed the arousal of a male several yards to her left, his cock letting out a humming in her head as it became erect. A mere “glance” with her sexual senses and she knew immediately that it was Rick spying on her. There were no lewd fantasies running through his head yet, just the desire to look upon her, quickly becoming the yearning to touch her. She sensed he felt guilty about it, but could not help himself. She could sense the heat of his attraction, and she smiled. Apparently, he was frozen like a deer in headlights, so it was up to her to make the first move.

Rick, almost feeling heartbroken, attempted to turn away to give Jenna her privacy. The last thing he wanted to do was piss her off or make her think he was a creep. He knew that ay second, her sexual senses would detect his erection. However, she had not reacted yet. If he was lucky, he might be able to sneak away undetected.

 However, just as he turned, he felt something grasp his cock. Rick jumped and instinctively looked down, only to see that nothing was there. However, he clearly felt a soft, but firm, invisible hand grasping him straight through his clothes. The hand squeezed him gently and began to tug him forward, towards the water. He tried again to turn, but the grip held him fast, not letting him leave. Shit! He thought. She caught me! Christ, I’m in for it now.

Again, the phantom hand tugged on his cock, gently, but a bit more insistently, urging him forward into the water. Jenna didn’t turn to look at him until he was at the edge of the stream. Then, she smiled and glanced up. “Enjoying the view?”

Rick gulped. “Uh, well, I...”

Jenna’s smile widened a bit, and Rick felt the phantom hand give him another affectionate squeeze. “Oh, don’t be so shy. I’m very flattered.” She turned fully to him and clasped her hands behind her back, standing up fully. The water only came up to her mid-thighs, and so she was fully exposed to him, her full breasts and bare pussy in full view. Rick’ jaw dropped a bit and his eyebrows raised. He was completely entranced. When the phantom hand tugged him once more, he did not hesitate to step forward. “Wait!” Jenna said, holding up a hand and giggling. “You should take your clothes off first, unless you want them to be soaked!”

Rick snapped out of his trance and looked down at himself, then up at Jenna. “Oh, right,” he said nervously. He scratched the back of his head. “Fair is fair, right?”

Jenna nodded. “Besides, you can’t hide anything from me anyway.” She winked. Rick grinned nervously and slowly stripped his clothes off. Jenna’s eyes sparkled as she saw his cock spring free of his shorts and the hum of his excitement grew even louder. When he was nude, the phantom hand squeezed him again and pulled, this time more than a simple tug. Rick didn’t resist as Jenna drew him close with just a thought. She lifted up her arms and clasped her hands behind his head, her forearms resting on his shoulders. His hand found purchase on her hips. They didn’t embrace yet, so their bodies stayed a few inches apart. Rick’ penis throbbed between them, both acutely aware of his excitement growing quickly.

“Sorry,” said Rick. “I really didn’t mean to peep on you.”

“Oh, I know,” said Jenna. “Still, all things considered I’m kind of glad that you did.” She leaned forward and kissed Rick full on the lips. Her hands slid down to his upper back and she pressed herself against him. Rick pressed back, jerking slightly as his cock made contact with her abdomen. She slowly moved against him, rubbing him with her abs, and causing his hips to twitch as they kissed for several minutes. As the kiss went on, Jenna fed energy directly into Rick, energy which flowed down his spine and poured into his cock, exciting him even more, and making his nerves extra sensitive. His cock tingled with magical pleasure. Before he knew it, Rick was practically humping against her, and he broke the kiss with a loud gasp as he shot to edge. Jenna’s magic made the touch of her flesh too intense, and Rick clutched her tightly as he came, ejaculating between their bellies. Jenna pulled back slightly from Rick and helped steady him as she drank in the energies of his pleasure and his orgasm. She looked down and was a little surprised at how much fluid he had produced.

Rick caught his breath and blushed. “Wow. I hadn’t… I hadn’t realized it had been a while. I’m not usually that quick.”

Jenna giggled. “I was cheating a little.” She winked again and Rick laughed. “Still, that was just the appetizer. Now that your first shot is out of the way, we can take it slow.”

Rick glanced around. “Do we have time?” he said.

Jenna looked around as well. “I’m pretty sure we got a couple hours before the others get back.” She paused. “If not, Lilly and Cathy will sense what’s up and give us some privacy.”

“Good,” said Rick, and he kissed her once more.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Sandy and the Boy Next Door

NOTE: This story takes place in my Sex Mage World setting and is also a revised version of an earlier story of mine called Sandy the Psychic Cougar. I didn't really care for how that one turned out, so I decided to do a new version, incorporated into the SMW.

As Sandy stepped out of her house to collect the mail, she noted her next door neighbors busily loading their car with luggage. Hank and Greta Jones were packing up for a two month road trip across the states. Sandy walked over to the edge of the fence. “Time for the voyage already?” she called.

Hank huffed as he tossed the last suitcase into the back of the car, and said, “Yep! Okay, Greta, anything we’re forgetting?”

“No, I don’t think so,” said Greta, checking to make sure she had the keys. “Let me just wake Max to let him know we’re leaving…” As she said this, their son Max, a tall, lanky, blond haired young man of 19 stepped sleepily out of the house.

“Aw, you guys are ready already?” he yawned. “I could have helped.” He waved to Sandy, who smiled and waved back.

“No problem,” said Hank. He gave his son a hug and said, “Well, take care of the house, and if anything goes wrong, you can call Sandy here.” He turned to Sandy and grinned. “Make sure he stays out of trouble, huh?”

Sandy laughed, and said, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll watch him like a hawk.” She winked at Max, who smiled sheepishly. Sandy smiled back as she sensed the slight buzz of his loins, a mixture of just-faded morning wood and a spark of attraction as he looked at her.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Just A Little Scene: So Glad

“Wow,” said Rebecca, looking at Jim’s nude form. His cock was stiff and his balls tight as he stood up ramrod straight. From the look in his eye, he wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and ravage her, but her magic held him fast. “Six weeks of blue balls? I know it’s tough for you single guys, but come on, you’re telling me in six weeks, you couldn’t convince a chick to get you off?”

Jim struggled against her magic, looking at her pleadingly. Rebecca was still dressed in a tank top and skirt, and she could see his desperate wishes to see her nude. However, that wish paled in comparison to his need to orgasm. “I don’t… have much luck… with women…” he said.

“Clearly,” said Rebecca, smiling with amusement. “Well, I guess you’re incredibly lucky I decided to come to your rescue. I could hear your balls roaring like a jet engine from across the bar. Last time I heard a man’s cock sound that desperate was when my sister was punishing her husband with three months of denial.”

Rebecca smiled as she grasped his penis and he winced, letting out a long sigh at the relief of finally being touched. “You know, I have to admit, I am sooo glad I’m not a boy. You guys just have it so hard, you know?” She squeezed his cock for emphasis, which made him shudder with pleasure. She slowly started stroking him and he let out a long moan. “I mean, I’m sure it was hard enough with women being able to jerk you around by your cocks in the old days already, but then we all end up with these magic powers, and you guys become completely and utterly helpless before us, all because of your silly little need to spurt your goo. Nope. I don’t envy you at all.”

Jim gasped at her touches. “It wouldn’t be so… so bad if you women hadn’t… made it so we couldn’t… couldn’t do it ourselves… and you weren’t always… radiating lust…”

“Well, yeah, obviously. But you have to admit, keeping all you boys constantly hard and horny, pumping out all that energy for us to use, that’s a pretty sweet deal. I mean, you guys get to wallow in sex all the time, and we get to use our magic whenever we want. Only took a hundred years for all us women to wise up to that tactic.”

She began to stroke faster. “Of course, most guys have a girlfriend or lover or heck even a family member if it comes to that willing to get their rocks off after just a couple of weeks, tops. But guys like you? Single guys who just don’t know how to pick up chicks? I admit, I don’t really get you. I mean, in this day in age, you’d think every guy would learn at least a little savvy just as a sheer survival instinct. I mean, six weeks! How are you not going ballistic?”

Jim was gasping and moaning near constantly now, shuddering as her every stroke sent sharp bolts of pleasure through him, churning the unspent cum in his balls. “Please,” he gasped. “I’ll do anything you want, just let me cum!”

Rebecca grinned. “Oh, I know you’ll do anything I want. I can just use my magic to seize control of you, body and mind, and make you my puppet. In fact, the hornier you are, the more easily I can control you. So, actually, I’ve got a lot more incentive to not let you cum, if you’re going to offer me ‘anything I want’ from you.”

Tears rolled down Jim’s cheeks, and he shuddered again, toes curled, hands balled into fists as he fought against the grip of her magic. It was no use, of course; a woman’s magical bonds were stronger and more thorough than any rope or shackles could possibly be. He may as well have been trapped in a solid block of concrete. He was utterly helpless to stop her from teasing him to the point of insanity, just from her simple caress. Suddenly, she let go, and Jim sagged heavily. Had her magic not been holding him up, he would have probably dropped to his knees.

She leaned back on her bed and spread her legs, slipping her left hand down into her panties. She lay back and sighed contentedly as she began to lightly touch herself, slowly rubbing until she was thoroughly wet, then working her fingers into herself. She forced back a giggle at seeing Jim’s pained expression of jealousy and acute lust. “How long has it been since you could do this, hm? Since you could just masturbate and give yourself all the orgasms you wanted? Do you even remember?” She let out a soft gasp as her fingers brushed her clit in just the right way. She began to roll her clit between to fingers, teasing herself a bit. “I remember… when my brother… couldn’t anymore. When Mom cut him off… he was so devastated…” She squirmed and inserted her fingers into herself again, moving them rhythmically in and out. With her free hand, she clutched the pillow behind her. “He begged and he… he screamed and cried… but Mom wouldn’t hear of it… every time he threw… another fit… she would add… another week… to his… his… oh, god, to his…” She arched her back as she bucked into her hand. “RELEASE!” she cried out as she came.

Jim stared with wide eyes and open mouth watching her cum. His cock was nearly quivering with pent up tension; her masturbation had half fried him with lust and need. She eased herself down, before slowly withdrawing her fingers. She sat back up and reached her hand up to Jim’s face, wiping her fluids over his upper lip and sticking her fingers into his mouth. Jim whimpered as he sucked the juices from her fingers.

“Well?” she said. “How long since you could masturbate?”

He spoke through ragged breaths, shivering every time he inhaled and caught the scent of her pussy. “Well, I’ve… stroked for a… a couple girls here and there, but…”

“Well, yeah, but I mean, when’s the last time you could do it without a girl letting you? When did you get the block put on you?”

“I dunno… maybe 15 years… or so…”

Rebecca’s eyes widened. “15 years! Wow, you got cut off early!” She shook her head. “Seriously, I can’t even imagine…” She reached up and brushed her fingertips along his rigid cock, causing him to shake.

“Please,” said Jim. His lower lip was trembling. “No more teasing! I can’t stand it! Please, just let me cum!”

Rebecca smiled sympathetically, then leaned forward and gave his penis tip a tender peck. The mere touch of her soft lips sent a surge of pleasure through him than ground him along the fine edge of release so intensely, he nearly blacked out. But he did not cum.

“Silly boy,” said Rebecca. “Like I told you in the bar, if you want me, then we’re taking this at my pace. I’ll let you cum alright, but we’ll do it when I’m ready for you. You’ve waited six weeks, I don’t think another twenty-four hours is going to be that big a deal, right?” She didn’t wait for his response before she reached out and licked him from base to tip with her tongue, sending him reeling in exquisite agony. She grinned. “Didn’t think so.”

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Just A Little Scene: Secretly Caught

Jen and Sandra, two young women recently awakened to the powers of Sex Magic, were walking through the woods taking a shortcut to a friends’ house, when they suddenly became aware of a throng of aroused males nearby. Jen could hear a loud chorus of hums, while Sandra could see a set of glows off to their right. The girls looked and saw what looked like a treehouse up on a large oak. The two traded glances and grins as they realized they had stumbled upon a secret collection of boys doing something very naughty indeed.

The two crept up to the treehouse and extended their senses further. Their abilities were already quite acute, and they could easily “see” and “hear” what was going on. Seven boys, all teens, were sitting on the floor of the treehouse, gathered around a laptop computer. The computer was playing an old pornographic movie, one of the classics from before women had started gaining sex powers. All seven boys had their hard cocks exposed and were stroking themselves as they watched the video. The boys were so horny and wrapped up in their show, they barely noticed each other, much less the two girls creeping up to the base of the tree below them.

Jen and Sandra watched with their senses, fascinated at the unexpected show. They could sense the boys’ pleasure and exhilaration, as well as a thread of guilt or fear running through each one. Easily reading their dirty thoughts, Jen and Sandra quickly knew the names, appearance, and sexual desires of each of the boys. They recognized two from their own class at school. They also now knew that the boys were all forbidden to pleasure themselves, at least without permission, but were fortunate enough to not have had their mothers, girlfriends, or other women, lock down their ability to masturbate or orgasm. All seven boys were still, however, masturbating “illegally.” For some, this only added to the excitement. For others, they were simply far too horny to care.

As the boys continued to watch and stroke to the porno, featuring two strapping, big-dicked men pounding it to several hot young women, they began to approach orgasm. The hums got louder and the glows grew brighter.

The two girls traded a glance and had to cover their mouths to stifle their giggles as an evil thought shot through both their heads. The two girls reached up, hands outstretched, then clenched their hands into fists. They seized the boys’ cocks with their magic and shut off their ability to orgasm! Then, unable to contain their laughter, they dashed off as all seven boys let out loud groans of frustration as they were cut off right at the moment before climax!

Jen and Sandra didn’t stay to watch their suffering, but they could only imagine the boys desperately masturbating for hours, trying to get off to their silly porno and failing, only to come crawling back home, where their mothers would instantly sense what they had been doing, and would likely punish them further, extending their lack of relief! The thought inspired their girls to masturbate themselves to blissful orgasms before falling asleep that night.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Nikki's Struggle

This is a story set in the Sex Mage World setting, about four years after the first appearance of Sex Magic. Society is adjusting to the reality of Sex Magic among all adult females, but some things are still in transition.

Note that although a brother and sister are the main characters, this story does NOT involve incest.

Some women claimed they sensed men’s arousal as a sort of humming noise. Others said they could see a glow, while others could feel a sort of heat. They said it was rather distracting at first, but eventually, one got used to it, and most women just learned to tune it out. Most could, in fact, learn to simply shut off their perceptions for all but the strongest sexual signals if they really wanted to.

Nikki had not yet gotten to that point. Like most young women, her perception of men’s sex drives was constantly on. Her perception type was that of the glow effect; in her mind’s eye, she could see an “aura” of sorts around a man, brightest around their crotch. The aura shifted colors like a flame, glowing brighter, the colors growing hotter, the more excited a man was, from a dull red when he first noticed a woman’s cleavage or bare legs to a blazing white when he was just about cum during sex.

She’d had the Power for nearly two years now, and every day she had to see the primal wants and desires of men everywhere she went. She couldn’t blame the men, of course; they couldn’t help it. Not only were they already wired to think about sex all the time as it was, now that women had the Power, men were even more sexually charged than ever before. All it took was one woman playing a prank with her Powers to give a room full of men day-long boners, and then every other woman had to put up with said boners waving at them clear as day, no matter how well a man might try to hide his excited state. So, unless a woman just learned to tune them out or she decided to silence his cock for him with her own Power, she just had to deal with them.

For Nikki, a sophomore in college, this meant spending months where every day in class and on campus, she was surrounded by a forest of erections, many of the young men around her glowing like roman candles until she could barely concentrate. This was of course, not helped by the fact that at that age, a whole new generation of women were just developing the Powers and experimenting with them often. Nikki actually felt pity for the men her age. She knew the sorts of games that were becoming popular for young women to play with their powers, especially when they first started experimenting. Nikki couldn’t imagine the hell some men were going through because of it.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Amy's Trepidation

NOTE: This story takes place in the Sex Mage World setting, a mere month after Sex Magic first begins to appear.

Joe frowned as he skimmed the first article that popped up on his web browser’s “Headlines!” feature.  “More and more women continue to awaken to strange Powers over the body and mind. Some appear to be using their powers to lend aid to others, but more than a few are using their powers for selfish gain. This past week, we have gotten reports of several dozen robberies occurring, from muggings on the street to yesterdays cleaning out of the vault of the Tri-National Bank. The women use their powers to incapacitate their victims and steal from them while defenseless, or they use their powers to influence their victims into giving them anything they desire. While some powered women are volunteering their time and efforts to stopping these rogues, it does not appear to be enough. The powers allow these women to perform their criminal acts almost spontaneously and without warning, and with more becoming empowered every day, who knows when the next one will strike, or from where?”

Joe stopped reading, closed the page, and shook his head. “Jesus,” he said. “What is with these women?”

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Revised Sex Mage Power Set

The Sex Magic Powerset
Revised Edition

Sex Magic is a unique combination of mystical and psychic powers, fueled by ethereal energies generated from sex and arousal, called Lust Energy. Through this power, women are able to control men’s bodies and minds through their genitals and libidos, for a wide variety of effects. Many of these effects are based around inducing extreme pleasures, manipulating men’s arousal, and controlling the actions of his body, but the magic also allows for much more exotic capabilities, so long as there is enough Lust Energy to fuel the spell. No one knows where Sex Magic comes from, how exactly it works, or why it exists, but over the years, more and more powers continue to be unlocked.

Sex Mage Power Levels

Not all Sex Mages are born equal. Some have powers are radically different levels from the standard. Even within the standard, there are exceptions. Statistics listed are approximate.

A woman who has gained the power of Sex Magic. Since all women eventually gain the power, “Sex Mage” is effectively synonymous with “adult woman.” This is the standard level, and what most people expect when you say “Sex Mage.” Sex Mages usually need several sessions in order to fully attune to a man.

Age of Empowerment: 19 to 21
Range, Strangers: ½ mile
Range, Attuned: 1000 miles
Aura Range: 100 feet
Multiple Target Limit: 10
Highest Spell Level: Basic to Moderate (all), Complex (circumstantial)
Population Percentage: 90%

A Sex Mage who demonstrates stronger than average abilities. Archmages can attune to a man with only one sexual encounter, and can even attune to him automatically if he fantasizes about her a lot. Most natural-born Archmages gain their Sex Magic early. However, standard Sex Mages can achieve Archmage level through the dedicated devotion and sexual worship of hundreds to thousands of men. It’s worth noting that most female celebrities and porn stars are Archmages.

Age of Empowerment: 18
Range, Strangers: 10 miles
Range, Attuned: 5,000 miles
Aura Range: 1 mile
Multiple Target Limit: 100
Highest Spell Level: Complex (specialized)
Population Percentage: 6%

Megami possess far greater powers than even Archmages, and are extremely rare. A woman becoming a Megami appears to be only possible under extreme freak accidents involving exposure to, and absorption of, unfathomable levels of Lust Energy under unique circumstances. All known Megami are believed to have obtained their power during the global disaster known as the Cascade Event.

Megami are automatically attuned to all men once they get within their initial sensing range. Megami also have the unique ability to affect women as easily as Sex Mages can affect men, ignoring women’s natural defenses. Archmages are more difficult for them to affect, but they can still do so with a little effort.

Age of Empowerment: none, Megami are not naturally triggered
Range, Strangers: 1,000 miles
Range, Attuned: 10,000 miles
Aura Range: 100 miles
Multiple Target Limit: 1,000,000
Highest Spell Level: Complex (all)
Population Percentage: > 0.0000001

Glitches are Sex Mages whose powers are either considerably weakened or in some way fail to function properly. These conditions cannot be fixed, even by Queen Megami. Glitches are often, but not always, later bloomers, not gaining their powers until anywhere from the age of 22 to 25. Usually a Glitch will only have one particular condition, but several at once are not unheard of.

Age of Empowerment: 22 to 25
Range, Strangers: 0 to ¼ mile
Range, Attuned: 0 to 10 miles
Aura Range: 0 to 50 feet
Multiple Target Limit: 0 to 5
Highest Spell Level: Basic to Moderate (limited)
Population Percentage: 4%

The Basic Limits of Sex Magic

The magic completely defies all known laws of science, but definitely seems to operate under its own strange logic.

Sex Magic only manifests in human women, those born “fully” biologically female.

Men cannot gain the magic. (As far as the magic functions, intersex persons count as men, and the same rules apply to them.)

Men cannot resist the effects of Sex Magic. Technically, men must first have a “spark” of arousal before the magic can effect them, but such a spark can be forced upon them any number of ways, and once triggered, their arousal can be artificially boosted. The more aroused a man is, the more effective a woman’s spells are on him. By the time a man even starts to become hard, he is already unbreakably ensnared.

Men cannot escape the effects of Sex Magic. Castration and libido suppressants do not matter. Sex Magic can regrow lost genitalia with ease, and forcibly jumpstart a man’s libido.

A man’s only source of protection from the Magic is another woman. Sex Mages can cast protective spells on men in order to block the effects of the magic. However, even this protection can be broken by a sufficiently stronger Sex Mage, or several acting together.

Women, however, are automatically immune to one another’s Sex Magic. They cannot be sensed or controlled through the Magic by default. However, women who have the Magic can willingly lower this defense, and allow themselves to be affected, even selectively choosing specific other women who can do so. They can likewise rescind this allowance at will.

Most Sex Mages gain their powers at age 19 or 20. Rare exceptions occasionally occur where a woman may gain the magic as early as 18 or as late as 25. Once acquired, Sex Mages retain their magic for the rest of their lives.

Sex Magic is contagious. Sex Mages spread their powers simply by standing near non-powered women of proper age for a few minutes. Once obtained, the magic takes two days to start working, and spread from the new carrier.

Sex Magic only works with living humans. Non-human life forms, deceased humans, and inanimate objects are not effected by Sex Magic, cannot obtain it, and cannot detect it, nor do they generate Lust Energy. This includes all forms of mundane technology. Even the most sophisticated machines cannot detect or measure Sex Magic.

A Sex Mage's innate level of power cannot be predicted through logical connections. Sex Magic is not tied to genetics, environment, population density, spiritual affiliation, etc. Archmages do not automatically have Archmage children, Glitches do not automatically beget Glitches. Women from cities are not inherently stronger than women from the country. A Sex Mage being stronger or weaker than average seems entirely random, no matter what factors are accounted for.

Sex Mage spells are cast entirely by thought. Although many women may use special gestures or phrases to accompany their spell casting, a Sex Mage can perform all of their abilities with a single thought. Some effects are passive and occur automatically, unless a woman mentally suppresses them.

Sex Magic spells are dependent on “Lust Energy” to function. Lust Energy is a form of ethereal power which is so far completely undetectable by human science. Only active Sex Mages can sense and manipulate this energy. Although women can generate a minute amount of Lust Energy themselves, men produce copious amounts of the energy, easily ten to a hundred times as much as women. Most Sex Magic spells beyond the most basic require the energy of men to cast and sustain, as they are the only ones who can generate enough at a time.

Sex Magic spells can be used to generate Lust Energy from men, creating a spiraling feedback that means spells can effectively last indefinitely. However, if by some means, the arousal of a man is interrupted, that can effectively cancel out the spells and shut off all Lust Energy generation, and thus cancel all active magic being used. This is not always easy, given how quickly a man can be put into extreme levels of arousal, and held there. However, it’s the only known way to counter-act Sex Magic without using other Sex Mage spells to block it.

Women can combine spells for amplified effects. By mixing their spell energies together, two women can create stronger effects on a target than by themselves. This is especially true when two or more women are being intimate. Lesbian sex multiplies the effects of the spell, causing an exponential versus merely additive increase.  

Lust Energy is drawn towards its inspiration point. Lust Energy generated by spells will automatically go to whichever woman is casting the spells, but Lust Energy generated freely by non-magical sex, normal arousal, or masturbation, will flow towards whichever woman the man is fantasizing about.

Sex Magic and Lust Energy ignore all physical and mundane energy barriers. No matter how much physical material or energy exists between a Sex Mage and her target, her magic will reach them with no diluting of effects. This includes being able to shortcut right through the planet, enabling Sex Mages to reach targets that would be too far away if following planet’s surface.

Passive Attributes of Sex Magic

These are powers and abilities Sex Mages demonstrate which happen automatically. Most can be turned off, increased, or modulated, but otherwise, a woman does not need to actively cast these effects as spells.

Arousal Detection – Women can sense men’s arousal and detect their immediate sexual thoughts and activities. Technically this is both a passive and active effect. As a passive effect, it is on by default, and a woman need not cast spells to sense the surface properties of a man’s sexual being. Digging deeper into his mind is, however, an active effect, as is suppressing this detection ability.

A woman can sense when a man is aroused, in several different ways. She can detect a “humming” sound in her mind, which becomes louder and more intense the more aroused or teased a man is. The humming seems correlated to sexual tension specifically, and can synchronize with how hard a man’s erection is. This can be accompanied by a “buzzing” sound that lets a woman know how “full” his testicles are. Alternative senses are seeing a “glow” in her mind’s eye, or having a feeling of heat or pressure emanating from the man. These are not real energy effects; no actual sound, light, heat, or force is being generated. Rather, this is simply how a woman’s brain interprets the Lust Energy signals she is receiving.

Along these lines, women can detect when men are masturbating or having sex and can detect a man’s immediate surface thoughts about sex, especially when such thoughts are focused on the woman herself. While most Sex Mages have only a limited range when detecting strangers, any man she has been intimate with can be senses from even great distances.

Body Reading – Women can read men’s bodies and see the network of their sexual essence. As with arousal detection, this is technically also an active effect, as this can be modulated at will. Without having to physically observe their partner, the Sex Mage can read a man’s responses to sexual stimulation. They can tell what pleasures them and what doesn’t, how close he is to orgasm, how long since his last release or sexual encounter, how precisely to touch him.

Sex Mages often describe this body reading as being able to “see” network of invisible strings or circuits forming a mental web that represents the responses and functions of a man's body. This web is particularly thick around the genitals and brain. By merely following along the various strands, a Sex Mage very quickly learns, as if by instinct, what they all mean, and how moving and interacting with the web will effect the man. Manipulating this web forms the basis of many teasing spells and conditions Sex Mages cast on men.

Intuitive Learning – Sex Magic is able to effectively “teach itself” to those who have it. A woman simply has to want to create a desired effect, and the magic will intuitively guide her on how to achieve it, whether physically or through spells. More over, the magic imprints this knowledge in her mind, making it easier to perform with each use. By the third to fifth time a Sex Mage casts a basic to moderate spell, she can do it instantly, for the exact effect she desires. High-end spells with very complicated effects still take time and effort, but still because easier to do with repeated use.

Attunement – Sex Mages attune to men they are intimate with. A woman who has sex with a man, or casts spells upon him, becomes attuned to him. This enables her to cast spells on him with greater ease, sense and affect him at vastly greater range, and locate him with her senses much faster.

Improvement Through Use – Sex Magic increases in strength, finesse, and effectiveness through use. The more frequently a Sex Mage uses her magic, and the people she uses it on, the greater her power and skill will become, even without really trying to specifically practice any techniques. Most Sex Mages, however, level off fairly quickly, as they only have so much potential, especially if they limit their pool of partners, and don’t cast their spells frequently. Even a very well-practiced woman is likely to only remain at the “standard” Sex Mage level if they only play with a dozen or so partners.

Empowerment Through Worship – Sex Magic increases substantially the more dedicated Lust Energy they receive. Some rare women luck out and are born exceptionally powerful. However, it is possible for standard-level Sex Mages to grow into greater heights of power through the sexual worship and devotion of hundreds to thousands of men. Female celebrities and porn stars, for example, are known to be substantially more powerful than almost all other women.

Euphoric Energy – Absorbing Lust Energy is highly pleasurable. When absorbing Lust Energy, women experience a euphoric effect that feels like pure happiness and physical pleasure. This effect is not addictive and has no negative side effects, but is none the less highly motivating towards using the magic.

Physical Empowerment and Healing Effects Lust Energy heals, sustains, and bolsters women’s bodies. The energy mends injuries, purges diseases and toxins, refreshes the body better than sleep, increases mental alertness and focus, increases resistance to mental trauma, and grants seemingly limitless stamina while the energy is available. With a considerable amount of exposure to the Energy, this will even reverse the effects of aging, eventually reducing a woman’s physical age to her prime. It will even allow her to recover from injury to her internal organs and will recover any injury to her sexual organs (including her breasts). About the only thing the magic at normal levels can't heal is lost limbs, but even those can be replaced if the woman's Healing or Body Morph powers are strong enough.

More over, women’s bodies become tougher, stronger, faster, and more agile. Depending on how much energy is provided, she can be anywhere from twice to ten times more physically powerful than even an athletic strongman, and some have even managed to become resistant to arrows, low-caliber bullets, electrocution, chemical, burning, and freezing injury when at peak strength.

Likewise, for as long as the Energy continues, the woman does not need food, water, or air. She will not even need to pass waste. In addition, her own reproductive processes are perfectly under her control, meaning she will not get pregnant from any sexual encounter, unless she specifically wants to, in which case a successful pregnancy is guaranteed, regardless of any complications she may have experienced prior to obtaining the magic.

Lust Energy can even be used to resuscitate a woman who has just died provided enough of her body is intact, the injuries are not too severe, and her body is still within a window of recovery that medical science could resuscitate her. Death by suffocation, electrocution, exposure, a relatively minor gunshot wound to the torso, bleed-out, radiation, burning, illnesses, poisons, and mental shut-down due to sensation overload can be recovered from as long as her body is pumped full of energy within several minutes of dying. Roughly, if it would be normally to late to recover a person with medical science, then it's too late to recover a woman with magic. Massive injury to the head or overall destruction of the body such as to cause instant, non-recoverable death (as by decapitation or being torn to pieces) cannot be reversed with the magic.

Protective Effects – Sex Magic also heals and restores men. While the effect is not as strong with men, unless a woman willingly directions the majority of the energy at him, a man while under the effect of a Sex Magic spell benefits from the same healing and restorative benefits as a woman, with one key difference: he will not receive the physical or mental power boosts that a woman does. This means he will remain only as strong, fast, and agile as he normally is, and his mind will not be similarly bolstered. If anything, though, the protective magic will actually make him tougher, more survivable, and better able to resist traumatic mental damage than the woman, to ensure he can survive whatever spells and torments she puts him through.

The magic can also be used to regenerate injuries to the genitals and neutralize forced reduction of the libido, meaning that even if a man attempts to castrate himself, his penis and testicles can be easily regrown, and libido suppressors will be purged from his body.

The magic is also able to bring a man back to life within minutes of being killed, under the same restrictions that apply to a woman.

Spells Levels

An unofficial ranking of the power of a spell, as measured by scientists at Pandora. This is based more on the intensity of effect a spell my have on a man, which may vary a bit from person to person, rather than a specific measure of "energy", which still cannot be accurately measured to this day. This also can be equated to the euphoric effect Lust Energy has on women.

Level 1 spells equate to light foreplay. A man is unlikely to cum from this level of sensation unless they are a total hair trigger, or have been super sensitized.

Level 2 spells are akin to regular stimulation, i.e. what the man would feel from a regular blowjob, handjob, sex, etc. Most guys cum as they normally would from this.

Level 3 is intense stimulation; most guys can't last longer than half a minute, even starting off unaroused. This level is right on the brink of human tolerance; holding a guy at this level for longer than a couple minutes is more than a he can handle. A man left under Level 3 spells for a couple days is likely to go insane. However, for Sex Mages, this is increasingly considered mere foreplay.

Level 4 is superhuman levels of stimulation. Feeling this level of intense pleasure signals for even one half of a second will send a guy from flaccid to geysering cum almost instantly, and will almost always knock him out if the Magic isn't used to force him conscious and hold back his orgasm. A man's mind is likely to break if he is held at this level for just a few hours. However, a Sex Mage can easily handle this level of stimulation, as a man could from Level 2 spells.

Level 5 is where things become truly dangerous. Even with magical re-enforcement, stimulating a man at this level for more than a few minutes can outright kill him from pure sensation overload. Only an Archmage with powerful healing abilities or a Megami can keep a man alive through this level of magic for anything longer. Even regular Sex Mages can't take this kind of stimulation for long; though they are unlikely to die from it, they may lose their minds if held at this state for a day or more.

Level 6 is a largely theoretical level that is lethal even to regular Sex Mages and men who are being protected by Archmages. Even Archmages can suffer mental trauma and possibly fall into fatal comas if held at this state for too long. Only Megami are capable of shrugging off this level of stimulation.

Sex Magic Spells

These are all the powers and abilities Sex Mages can use, which must be consciously activated and cast. In some cases, these are just extensions of Passive Abilities, but many are unique effects.

All Sex Mages can cast these spells. Most are quickly learned and take little effort to cast once figured out. Some Glitch conditions may prevent or alter some of their effects, however.

Arousing Aura – A Sex Mage can beam pure “commands” of arousal into a man, flooding his body with feelings of lust, and forcing his body to react. A man’s penis will soak in these signals like a lightning rod draws electricity. Sex Mages can easily overwhelm a man with this power, causing his penis to become to hard it hurts, and still cranking up the mental pressure of need.

While this is usually an Active power that must be cast, some Sex Mages, especially freshly awakened ones, may unconsciously activate their auras when they themselves are aroused, when they masturbate, when they have erotic dreams, or when they are overwhelmed by detecting so much arousal from men nearby. All men within range of this aura are affected, although if enough men are in the area, the effect may be diluted from being spread too far.

Altering Sensing Levels – As aforementioned, Sex Mages can detect men’s arousal and sexual thoughts and activities. While this is technically a Passive ability, Sex Mages can learn to either block the signals of men, tune into specific men, or open their senses more fully to receive more information at a larger range.

Sexual Telepathy – Sex Mages can, at will, read a man’s mind to read all of his sexual thoughts, fantasies, and memories.

Sexual Clairvoyance and Clairaudience – A Sex Mage can, in her mind’s view, focus her senses on an aroused man, and see his naked body. More over, the more aroused he is, the more she can see his surroundings, and be able to spy on him, seeing what he does and hearing what he says.

Telepathic Broadcast – She can use this ability to send ideas into his mind, such as sending him sexual fantasies of her own, or speaking to him telepathically.

Phantom Sensations – A Sex Mage can cause a man to feel as though he is being touched, despite nothing actually doing so. She can make him feel any tactile sensation she wishes, from rubbing to tickling to stroking to sucking to striking, and more. The sensations can even be layered together, allowing a man to feel three separate blowjobs, each moving at their own rhythm and intensity, each overlapping, and no sensation interfering with the other.

Sensory Deception – She can make a man see, hear, taste, or smell things that aren't there, although truly complex illusions take considerably more effort.

Pleasure and Pain Induction – Beyond normal tactile sensations, the Sex Mage can beam sensations of raw pleasure or pain into a person. There is no definitive tactile sensation, the target’s nerves simply light up with pleasure or pain.

Telekinetic Grip – The Sex Mage can lift a man’s body into the air through force of will and move him around with her spell range. She can even leave him floating in place in the air.

Body Lock – She can cause a man’s body to lock in place, either pinning down select parts of his body like his arms and legs, or fully freezing him still as a statue. She can even cause him to freeze in mid-air.

Hardness – The Sex Mage can cause a man to become hard or go limp, without even needing their arousing aura to do it. They can also make his erection permanent. The healing nature of the magic ensures this does not cause him any harm, even if she induces the most extreme state of priapism he can physically experience.

Vibrations – A combination of Hardness and looping Telekinetic Grip, a Sex Mage can make a man’s penis vibrate like a battery powered dildo.

Sensitivity – The Sex Mage can alter the sensitivity of the genitals, making them numb or making them ridiculously sensitive to pain and/or pleasure.

Orgasm Control – Considered the most important spell in a Sex Mage’s repertoire, as manipulation of the man’s ability to orgasm can greatly affect his Lust Energy output.  The Sex Mage can manipulate or alter a man’s orgasm ability. She can either cause him to cum instantly, delay his climax at will, make it so he can only cum under certain conditions or after a set amount of time, or even permanently block his orgasms. Orgasm blocks have become a consistent element of men’s sex lives.

Masturbation and Sexual Initiation Control – She can effectively turn off his ability to touch himself or initiate sex. She can modulate these effects so that he can only touch himself when fully soft, but his hands fly away the moment he starts to get erect. Likewise, she can make it so he’ll be able to initiate sex if it is clear the woman wants it, or she can make it so the woman has to do all the work. Most men have some level of Sexual Initiation prevent spells, thus ensuring a man can never rape a woman.

Semen Control – Most women don’t realize how easy this power is, but they can usually do it right away. This enables a woman to telekinetically manipulate a man’s semen, shaping and moving it through force of will, with considerable finesse and precision. Subconscious use of this power is part of the secret to women’s perfect birth control effects, as well as part of how orgasm control works. Without even realizing, she is directing where she wants the fluid to go, or stay.

Women can also manipulate the man's body to control the production of semen, either reducing or increasing the amount he makes in a given time.

All Sex Mages can cast these spells. Standard Sex Mages may need a few tries on a particular guy before getting it down, but shouldn’t have any other problems. Glitches, depending on their conditions, may likely never achieve this level of power. Moderate spells require more arousal on the man’s part, and are usually only achievable through some amount of sexual teasing.

Full Telepathy – The more aroused and sexually desperate a man is, the more his mind opens the woman making him that way. For a man she has rarely interacted with, a Sex Mage must put her target through intense sexual teasing without relief, and must still make a conscious effort to sift through his non-sexual thoughts.

Eventually, though, she will learn all his secrets. However, the more a woman is intimate with a man, having sex and casting spells on him, then over time the more naturally open he is to her. Women who have been steady lovers with a man for a few years are able to read their partner’s mind easily.

Knowledge Absorption – Just as the Sex Magic can imprint knowledge of its own techniques into a woman’s mind, so to can this effect be applied to the information women read from men’s minds. With a concerted effort, a woman can rapidly memorize knowledge and even skills from a man. One full weekend of intense teasing can teach a woman everything a man spent years learning, from technical skills to languages to advanced scientific knowledge. The downside is that if she does not apply this knowledge soon after, it will rapidly fade. However, even if it does, she will find it extraordinarily easy to permanently learn such information through mundane study, or reabsorbing the knowledge multiple times from the same man.

This power proved to be an enormous help when women had to rapidly take over men’s positions in many careers and labor fields.

Consciousness Control – A woman can put a man to sleep and keep him that way, even through intense sexual activity, or she can force him to stay awake and alert, even if he is experiencing sensations so intense they should make him black out.

Dream Control – The Sex Mage can fully manipulate a person’s dreams as they sleep. This takes time and conscious effort, and most dreams created are inherently sexual.

Trance Induction – Through psychic manipulation, a Sex Mage can place a man into a hypnotic trance, making him highly open to suggestion.

Temporal Distortion – She can alter a man’s perception of time, causing them to experience seconds, minutes, and hours at faster or slower rates. For example, she can make a single second feel like an hour to a man. Combined with various teasing spells, this effect can greatly amplify the sexual torment a woman can put him through, and is considered very dangerous to use too often or too long.

Body Puppetry – She can cause a man’s body to move exactly how she wants, piloting his body as though it were her own. Practice makes perfect, of course, and it can take a few dozen tries on a man to make the motions naturally smooth. Once perfected, however, a woman can make a man walk, undress, drive a car, cook dinner, etc, even if the man fights every moment. The more complex the manipulation, the more practice it takes to master

Sexual Fetish and Orientation Manipulation – The Sex Mage can realign a man’s sexual interests, swapping out fetishes and kinks at will. For example, she can make someone who has never had an interest in bondage suddenly become incredibly aroused by the thought of being tied up, or vice versa. With more practice, a Sex Mage is able to realign someone’s sexual orientation, switching them between heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, and asexual.

Voodoo Link – The Sex Mage can link an object (usually a dildo) to a man’s penis. Whatever is done to the object is felt by the person who is linked to it. Since inanimate objects aren’t affected by Sex Magic, this spell actually operates by creating a “shell” of magic energy around the object which follows it around. The shell interprets the touches to the object and transfers the approximate sensations.

Blocking Shield – The Sex Mage can create an energy field around a man that will protect him from the spells of other Sex Mages. The shield will last for several days to several weeks, depending on both the power of the woman, and how attuned to her the man is. Long-term wives and girlfriends, for example, can create much stronger shields for their husbands and boyfriends specifically, but on strangers or only recent partners, it will be weaker. Likewise, Archmages can automatically cast stronger spells than Standard Mages, and Megami can make shields that are unbreakable for years except by other Megami. A shield can be worn down and broken, however, if a woman of equal or stronger power puts it under a lot of wear and tear through either continuous spell casting, combining several women’s power at once, or being a stronger level Mage.

These spells take a large amount of sexual energy and innate skill to use. It is possible for a standard level Sex Mage to make these spells function, but this will almost always require special conditions. Usually, the Mage or her target must already have a fetish for the effect in question and it will still only take effect after a very long tease session. Alternately, several Mages can work together, synchronizing and amplifying their spells to cause the effect. Lastly, a gifted Sex Mage may be able to utilize a specific, minor trick through one of these powers as long as there is a specifically sexual end goal, such as magically stripping a person or enhancing one's own attractiveness.

For the most part, however, only Archmages and Megami are able to perform these spells normally. Even for Archmages, they tend to specialize in one or two gifts, while men used to generate the Lust Energy must be teased well beyond normal human tolerance, thus necessitating long sessions of sexual torment without relief.

Megami, of course, have easy access to all of these powers.

Full Mental Alteration – The Sex Mage is able to perform complete memory manipulation of a man, even his non-sexual thoughts and memories. She can erase memories, replace them, transfer them between two or more people, etc.

Body Modification – Allows the Sex Mage to alter her own body or those of men, or women, under her power. Lesser versions of this spell are usually used to alter a person’s appearance into a more ideal shape, such as a more voluptuous figure or altering the size of a man’s penis, creating “natural pigment” tattoos, or altering hair and eye color.

More advanced versions of this spell tend to specialize along three branches: Size Alteration (shrinking or growing individuals to tiny or giant sizes); Beast Morphing (giving people Bestial features such as animal ears, wings, and tails or fully turning them into animals); or Object Transformation (fully turning a person into a living Inanimate Object, such as a dildo or pair of panties). Regardless of their new form, these people are still living humans, their bodies are simply altered by magic into a different shape while still retaining life and consciousness and even a human genetic code.

Directed Healing – Some ailments cannot be easily cured by the natural healing aura of Sex Magic. Some, such as cancer or dementia, must be attacked with surgical manipulation and high concentrations of the healing power of the magic. This can also be used to rapidly de-age the elderly into young bodies again. Any doctor who is able has mastered Directed Healing, and incorporates it in their practice.

Duplication – The Sex Mage can create a duplicate of herself, or a person she is using her spells on. This “clone” of the person will usually not have Sex Mage powers, but can draw those powers from their creator if she allows it. The duplicate’s powers will inevitably be weaker than the originals. Duplicates can act with some initiative, but will always follow their creator’s desires and commands.

Illusion – The Sex Mage can cast a complete illusion over an area that can trap anyone within in a seamless simulation of whatever the Sex Mage wishes. She can even grant the illusions substance, creating furniture that people can actually sit on.

Telekinesis – The Sex Mage can manipulate non-living objects as easily as she can manipulate a man's body.

Teleportation – The Sex Mage can teleport herself, others, or even other objects such as making a person's clothing vanish off their body.

Energy Generation – The Sex Mage can convert Lust Energy directly into tangible energy effects, such as flame, light, electricity, or sound.

Super Woman – The Sex Mage gains physical enhancements far beyond the standard, allowing them to do things like lift and throw tanks, and bounce bullets off their skin.

Glitch Conditions

Glitch conditions are faulty powers or greatly weakened powers, possessed by Glitches. While most Glitches have only one condition, having two or three is not unheard of. Common conditions include:

– Inability to block out the sexual signals from men, causing her to constantly be bombarded with sensing men’s erections and sexual thoughts.

– Constantly radiating lustful energy, forcing all men around them to become hard and build up sexual pressure, even when she doesn’t want to have that effect. Alternatively, she may be able to suppress her aura consciously, but loses control of it when she’s unconscious, or she breaks her concentration.

– Powers may function fine, but remain incredibly weak, so that it’s an effort to use her abilities even on one man at close range.

– Sexual senses are incredibly dulled, such as not being able to see men’s thoughts, or not being able to sense an erection unless she’s in the same room as the man.

– Lack of control powers, such as being unable to pin a man down with telekinesis or make him feel sensations.

– Her presence automatically blocks off men’s orgasms, and she can’t make a man cum, even using her magic.

– Automatically “steals” orgasms from men, blocking their climaxes and climaxing herself, whether she wants to experience it or not.

– Always influencing the dreams of men while she sleeps, which invariably sexualizes the dreams.

– Is not automatically immune to the powers of other women, making her just as vulnerable to other women’s Sex Magic as a man.

– Broadcasts her own sexual thoughts to others without meaning to, as easily as other women can read the thoughts of men.

– Powers function at full capacity, but only operate at an extremely short distance, maybe only within a couple yards/meters.