Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Staying Over

As she pulled into her driveway, Madison could sense the distinct psychic buzzing of not one, but two sets of full balls coming from her house. One, of course, was her brother Nick. The other she didn’t recognize, but given she could visualize him playing video games with Nick, she figured it must be a friend of his.

Nick hadn’t mentioned he was going to have company. He should really know better. As Madison came up to her front door, she let her Aura loose. Nick’s cock, already on an erection hair trigger, snapped up to full mast, and she sensed his body jerk in place. His guest, meanwhile, also got hard, though not quite as intensely. He wasn’t as pent up as her brother; she could sense his body was used to a semi-regular release. As such his sexual “pressure gauge” was reading much lower than Nick’s.

She smirked as she turned the key in the lock. Maybe she could have some fun with this.

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Whitney's Party

As Hank stepped out the front door of his house, he blinked in surprise. Instead of his porch, the front door opened to reveal a long hallway in another house. His momentum carried him out the door before he could stop himself, but the moment he realized what was happening, he turned to try and dash back into his home.

He didn’t know why he bothered. His front door suddenly swung shut, the knob yanking out of his hand. He quickly grabbed the knob again and tried to open it. It was locked. He reached into his pockets to grab his keys, only to find he no longer had pockets. This was because he no longer had on pants. In fact, he was no longer wearing anything at all.

Hank turned back, quickly assessing his situation. He didn’t see anyone approaching him, but he knew exactly who was behind this. He turned back again to find his front door was now gone, replaced by a normal door as would separate any two rooms in a house, rather than the house from the outside.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Daughter/Niece story (unfinished)

Note: So this is another one of those stories that's turned into a real headache to try and work on, but I always hate getting so far into a work, only to completely scrap it. I've worked and reworked this tale several times over the past few months, but I continuously get stuck with it.

Essentially, I wanted to do a daughterdom story to round out the Family Bondaging ebook, but even after relaxing my stance on incest stories, daughterdom is the least engaging scenario for me. The story also keeps turning too dramatic in the not-so-fun way in tone, and while I already have ideas for how the story can progress, I'm having a hard time making those dots connect.

So, until I figure this out, I'll just say fuck it, and post what I have so far. Maybe I'll have a break through in a month, maybe it'll come to me in a couple years. You never know with me.

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Interview with an Omnymphotent

After writing several articles for this site, I managed to get an Omnymphotent to agree to an interview. It’s not as enlightening as you might hope. I’m not a journalist, the Omnys aren’t very forthcoming about the secrets of universe, and you can never tell when one is just fucking with you for a laugh. Still, some of you might find this article illuminating or entertaining.

This interview is with an Omny who calls herself Cyl (pronounced like “sill”), who usually takes the form of a young, pale-skinned Asian woman with long, silvery-white hair, softly glowing golden eyes, and a modest-but-perky set of tits. She exudes a palpable aura of sexual desire. Even during the interview, when she’s actually dressed for once, and sitting calmly in her chair sipping tea, it’s difficult to think straight when looking at her. Just being near her, my dick is so fucking hard, it feels like its going to shoot off me like a bottle rocket just to try and reach her.

It makes the interview rather of difficult. I’ve edited this transcript down so as to cut out all my stuttering like moron, or when I lose my train of thought while getting lost in her beauty, or I have to fight not to cum. The whole time, she’s just smiling with amusement, enjoying how wild she’s making me with zero effort on her part.

At any rate, I guess she was just bored enough and sexually satiated enough at that moment to do something other than fuck for a change. Apparently, word has gotten around about me among the Omnys. They like these little articles I’ve been writing and posting around; it’s been helping them find more people genuinely interested in getting fucked by them, without revealing they actually exist to the majority of the world.

Hence, I’ve had the fortune of meeting three different Omnys so far, as they each stop by to show their appreciation on occasion. Whether that fortune is good or bad, I’ll leave you to decide.

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Carli's Cocktease Caper

Carli came into the bathroom to the sight of Sera sobbing and Val comforting her. Carli blinked in surprise and hurried over to her friends, their request to meet her in such an odd place now clear. “What happened?”

Val looked up at her as she rubbed the crying girl’s back. “Sera tried asking out Donovan.”

Carli felt a pang of sympathy in her chest. “Oof. Didn’t go well?”

Sera looked up, tears streaking her mascara. “He said he didn’t date pigs!” She sniffled, trying to stop herself from sobbing more. “He said it right there in the hall! Everyone laughed! I was so embarrassed!”

Carli frowned and reached out to give her friend a hug. “Aw, hun. I’m so sorry.”

Friday, June 14, 2019

Omnymphotent Sister

I came downstairs reluctantly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Today promised to be another tedious, hot day of mowing lawns and mulching flower beds. I hated yard work, but it was the only job I could get for the summer break that actually paid above minimum wage. So I’d grit my teeth and bear it until college started up again.

As I entered the living room on my way to the kitchen, I froze. There on the couch, wearing skyblue pajamas, was the raven-haired girl who had made it her mission to fuck with me. Literally and figuratively.

Thursday, June 13, 2019

The Created

Of all the many abilities an Omnymphotent possesses, perhaps the most notable is their ability to create living beings. And I don’t mean making babies. I mean the ability to just think into existence fully formed, fully developed, free-willed, living people.

I suppose it’s not that impressive in comparison to the fact that the Omnys can create entire worlds and pocket dimensions of their own, including all the creatures living within those worlds, but I personally find that aspect of their creation powers the most impressive. I also find it somewhat disconcerting. It really makes you wonder about the nature of existence and the soul and all that “big question” stuff that the Omnys steadfastly refuse to reveal the answers to.

Saturday, June 8, 2019

Alice TK

The beach wasn’t exactly crowded, but Alice and Mike could only find one good spot to set up their stuff without being too far from the water, or being blocked by too many other couples. It was a nice, slightly more inclined spot.

Alice was hefting both her wooden beach chair and the large umbrella with much greater ease than a woman of her lithe build should have. Most people didn’t really seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t comment. Mike, meanwhile, followed his wife while lugging a cooler and two towels. When they finally reached the spot, Alice planted the huge umbrella triumphantly in the sand. As she opened it up, she positioned it to form almost an half-tent to shade them from the sun.

Thursday, June 6, 2019

The Empowered

As I said in my previous articles, the Omnymphotents possess the ability to imbue us lowly mortals with superhuman powers. They could, if they so desired, make every other man and woman on Earth nearly as powerful as they, freeing our whole species from the trials and tragedies of mortal existence. But the sex-obsessed Goddesses aren’t really interested in uplifting humanity. They just want to fuck us and fuck with us.

Sometimes, after deciding they’ve enjoyed our “services” more than usual, they will reward us with some minor blessing. They are naturally pretty sexist about it. No, I’m not afraid to call them out on that, because they know its true, and what are any of us going to do about it?

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Early Practice

Jane let her friend Scarlet into the house, cutting through the kitchen to get to the living room. Jane stopped short when she reached the doorway between the two rooms, then let out an annoyed sigh.

“What is it?” said Scarlet, giving her blonde friend a curious look.

Jane shook her head and continued through to the door. She motioned off to the right. “Mom has Blake in time out again.”

Scarlet’s eyes widened, and she hurried through the door, eager to see.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Phallica #4

 We appeared on another rooftop on the other side of the city, in the middle of an older, run down business district. I could already hear the sounds of fighting in the distance. Screams of rage echoed between the buildings, and I saw flashes of fire coming from between some buildings almost a block away. Police were already cordoning off the area, the few pedestrians out this late fleeing the scene.

Ring Mage cast out his vision rings, one of them appearing in the sky over the battlefield. A small golden ring appeared over my left eye, and I jumped as I was suddenly given a view of the action.

He tapped his ear. “I’ll stay in touch,” he said. “You stay here. Do what you can to subdue our opponents, but don’t alert them to your presence.”

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Phallica #3

Dispos.garlic turned out to be a tremendous pain in the ass to actually use. Firstly, it could only be accessed via a unique browser that you had to download through a torrent, which you could only find the link to via a few other Deep Web sites. I spent half a day just trying to find the file, then another day downloading the thing on the slowest download rate I’d ever seen, then another half a day trying to get it working on my computer.

When I finally got the damn thing to function, I was just confused. I had to assume there were middle men actually coordinating everything, because there was no possible way your average person could just log on and know what they were looking at.

Even accessing the site was almost impossible; the address changed weekly. Only certain people had access to the constant updates, people with connections who then had other people spread the word at certain seedy locations. From there, people interested in a quick hit of dirty money had only a couple days to scope the site, figure out what jobs they could do, and try to check in.

Saturday, April 6, 2019

The Surprise

Clark didn’t expect to come home on his birthday to an empty, completely dark house. The sun was in the last stages of twilight as he pulled onto the driveway, and the house was cast in total shadow. None of the outside lights were on, not a single window was illuminated.

Friday, March 29, 2019

Omnymphotent Ex

 The clock read 10 PM by the time I finally left the office. After fourteen hours of crunching numbers, all I wanted to do was sleep the whole weekend away. Maybe down a beer first, but probably just go right to sleep. Although I was a healthy, red-blooded young man, at that moment you could have plopped me in the middle of two naked super-models, and I’d have probably just lay my head down on their tits like a pillow and conked right out. As it was, I closed my eyes and lay back as soon as I sat down in my car. A cat nap before taking off would probably be smart.

Some women, though, don’t care how tired you are. I happen to know one such woman, and she always picks the least convenient times to show up. As I sat in my car, resting my eyes, I was suddenly aware that someone else was in the vehicle. I hadn’t heard the door open. I hadn’t felt the car shift from someone stepping inside. I just had that feeling you get when you realize you’re not actually alone in an enclosed space.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

The Omnymphotents

What follows is a brief introduction to the entities that I am dubbing the Omnymphotents. It’s a portmanteau of “Omnipotent” and “Nympho.” Yes, that sounds retarded. It’s supposed to, because it’s the most ridiculous fucking thing in the universe, and yet it’s real. I know without a shred of doubt that it’s all real.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Sister's Power

Sam woke up with another painfully stiff erection and aching balls, even as his bladder protested at how long he had chosen to sleep in. He winced as he made his way to the bathroom, where he had to dig his fingernails into his thigh to distract his raging boner enough for it to go down. Between that and the sharp pressure to urinate, he was valiantly able to overpower his cock’s stubbornness, but it was a struggle.

Only when it was fully wilted was he finally able to touch himself in order to aim his cock to pee. It was still a dodgy move. He had to touch as gently as possible and not think about how mother fucking badly he needed to rub one out—

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Hannah's Pics

Hannah gave Mike one last passionate kiss in front of the airport, pushing her body fully against him, making sure her abdomen pressed boldly against his groin. Just as she felt Mike’s cock start to react, she pulled away.

“Oh, you’re mean,” Mike said with a grin.

“You love it,” she said and giggled. “It’s just five days! Surely my big, tough guy can handle it that long.”

Thursday, March 7, 2019

The House Boy, Book One

Devin watched the countryside pass by, staring out over the alternating rolling hills and thick woods. A few brief passes through dark cliff side tunnels briefly caused him to see the reflection of a fair skinned young man with short brown hair staring back at him. A simple blue tee-shirt and tan pants adorned his body, and he’d kicked off his sneakers to prop his feet up on the seat facing opposite him.

He’d tried to read some comics off his tablet, but couldn’t concentrate. For the whole of the four-hour train ride, he couldn’t get his mind off his destination, and what it was going to mean for his future. Such ponderings also threatened to make his cock start to erect, and he fought valiantly multiple times throughout the trip to keep himself under control. He was grateful that he was the only person in this compartment, but it wasn’t long into the trip that he could hear female laughter through the wall behind him. He nervously tried his best not to think about the fact that every one of those girls had the power to read his mind, specifically the most intimate and embarrassing parts. He also knew that if he got hard, they’d all be able to sense it, they and every other woman in the train car, if not the whole train.

Saturday, March 2, 2019

The Chastity Curse

To this day, no one knows how or why it happened. But on February 29th 2016, all men around the world instantly lost the ability to facilitate their own sexual pleasure.

Men became completely unable to masturbate, by any means. While they could still touch their genitals for washing, medical, and urinary purposes, even the slightest attempt to pleasure themselves caused an invisible force to push their hands away, or buck their hips away, or shove away any device they tried to use.

It was quickly discovered, however, that a man could masturbate if, and only if, a woman gave them permission. Every time they wanted to pleasure themselves, a woman would have to tell them they could.

Men likewise became completely unable to initiate sex. In fact, they could not so much as touch a woman unless she gave consent, even if she touched him first. Once a woman allowed it, a man could proceed to be intimate as normal, but until then, he could not so much as pat her on the shoulder.

But worst of all, men quickly discovered that they were completely unable to achieve orgasm on their own. No matter how much sex or masturbation they had, they could not achieve climax. As with everything else, every single time they wanted to cum, they needed to get a woman’s permission.

One silver lining of the curse was that it also allowed men to remain erect indefinitely with no risk of injury, and it has cured all forms of erectile dysfunction. But it was a small comfort to most.

The Curse doesn’t just seem to have affected men, however. Women seemed to have been given a Blessing of their own. All known forms of female orgasmic dysfunction have likewise been cured, and they won’t get pregnant if they don’t want to. And it seems that men’s inability to touch them without permission means that no man is capable of inflicting any violence upon them. With all this in mind, women around the world are embracing this mysterious phenomenon.

Welcome to the world of the Chastity Curse! Blue balled boys and well-satisfied, fully liberated women! The perfect formula for a new femdom society!

Friday, March 1, 2019

Fitting Punishment

Sandra couldn’t help but chuckle as she came home to find a naked young man hanging in mid-air by his ankles in her living room. She recognized Chuck, the boy who lived next door. His arms were pinned behind his back, his legs spread apart, his eyes and mouth bound shut. He writhed and whimpered in the air, but his motions were limited, locked in place as he was by the ankles and the wrists. The bonds were invisible, of course, making it look like he was just hovering there, but they were also absolutely unbreakable. Such was the power of the Sex Magic which bound the boy and was presently attacking his poor diamond-hard cock with abandon.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Nice Day For A Walk

On a lovely spring Sunday, Chad thought it would be a nice morning to go for a walk. The park near his house had a mile-long footpath that wound around the perimeter, partly out in the open, partly winding through a thick patch of trees on either end. Three to five loops around the park was a good way to exercise and clear his head when he was feeling restless.

Despite the healing effects of Sex Magic making exercise almost obsolete, plenty of people still enjoyed going out for a walk or a jog or to bike on such a fine day. It was early morning, but there were already a few dozen people on the path. Chad tried not to linger his gaze too long on the toned legs and bouncing breasts of the women jogging by. You never knew how a Sex Mage might react to such attentions.

Saturday, February 16, 2019

First Patreon Posts

So the way the "Per Creation" charging system works is that every "paid post" I make can be seen by every Patron, regardless of their Tier. You can otherwise set posts to only be viewable by a certain Tier, but those can't also be charged posts. So in order to do Early Access as a reward, I will have to make "free" posts set to that Tier, and then a separate post to actually do the charge for the month.

So for now, I guess that's what I'll have to do, is just have a general "tip" post for each month I'm active, or for each major project I get done, and then a separate post for Early Access. I'm still trying to figure out the best way to utilize this platform, but I think that's the only way to do it and still keep Early Access as an actual reward.

Anyway, with that said, if you pledge $3 or more, you can see a new Just A Little Scene over on my Patreon. Or wait a week or so and I'll just post it here anyway.

I humbly thank you again for your support, and your patience while I figure all this out. :)

Friday, February 1, 2019

Salamando Is Back On Patreon!

After a lot of reconsideration, I’ve decided to finally return to Patreon! So for those of you who wish to support me in ways other than buying ebooks, you can sign up here to make a pledge!

For right now, I intend to use Patreon solely as a Tip Jar mechanism. This means that the main Tier for now is a basic $1-minimum pledge. You can pledge more, of course, but I won’t insist on it. For the time being, I intend to still release most of my work for free. As such, the Patreon is simply a way to show your support if you enjoy my work.

I do not intend this as a means to facilitate commissions, nor to have patrons vote on my next project. I realize this may demotivate some of you from pledging, but as those of you who’ve followed me a while know, I do not write other people’s stories for them, and I’m terrible at taking suggestions. As such, I do not want to falsely encourage people by making promises I can’t keep.

Some of you may recall that I did open up a Patreon two years ago, but after three months, I shut it down. My primary concern was that Patreon only allowed a “Per Month” charge model at the time, and I knew I couldn’t sustain a consistent monthly workflow. I didn’t want to unfairly charge people for the times I wasn’t making content.

However, Patreon has now re-instated the “Per Creation” model, meaning that instead of automatically charging you monthly, you will instead be charged only when I make a “paid post” on the site. I don’t plan on making more than one or two such posts a month, but the added benefit of this is that if I have a month or three where I don’t produce anything, or I only produce something minuscule, you will not be charged for it.

While I intend to continue occasionally producing ebooks, I also still want to keep the majority of my content free for people to enjoy. Moreover, in the past two years, I have been expanding my erotic content beyond merely writing. Audios, art, and games are mediums I have enjoyed working in, even if I am still a beginner at them. Unfortunately, they take even more time and effort than writing short stories or captions, and they are considerably harder to monetize on their own.

Nonetheless, I would like to continue making more art and games in the foreseeable future, but that requires a commitment I’m not sure I can justify without some level of support. This year, I would like to dedicate time to putting together another video game or possibly a visual novel, making a comic book, and/or writing an erotic adventure web serial. Even if it isn’t much, a dollar here and there from all those willing would go a long way towards motivating and enabling me to produce such content.

One thing I may decide to do is an “Early Access” Tier. In this case, some content I may post on Patreon exclusively for a short period, let's say a week, before releasing it for free on my blog. I’m not completely sold on this yet, but for right now, I think it may be a fair compromise.

If I’m going to be charging for content, I will make an effort to produce a better quality product, such as more thoroughly editing stories before posting. I will also try to be more consistent with my posting schedule, whatever content I end up making.

I thank you all for your support, in whatever way you wish to give it. I hope to keep you entertained for as long as my inner fire still burns!

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Power Games

That's right, another new anthology already! As with previous books, this collects stories from this blog, better proofread and following a common theme; in these case, just stories of sheer, overwhelming domination! I mean, all my stories basically have that, but nevermind, you know you like it rough!

This books collects the following stories: At the Movies, Celebrity Sex Mage, Found and Lost, The Gallery, A Little Spell, Mel’s Game, Nude for School, Punishing Perversions, Rainbow Party, and Straying Thoughts. As with my previous anthologies, these stories are free on my blog, but if you enjoy my work, and wish to show your support, please consider buying a copy! Every purchase is greatly appreciated.

You can buy the book here at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/920199

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Centurions E-Book Update

The Centurions ebook has been updated into a complete package, with a new cover, and containing every official Centurions story I've written. If you've already purchased the book previously, you can just download the new edition for free. If you haven't, but have enjoyed the Centurions stories, and want to support my work, please consider making a purchase!

You can acquire the book here at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/131938

It's been many years since I wrote a story set in the Centurions Universe. Much like the World of Civero, it was a setting that started strong, and yet fizzled out after a few years, as I moved on to other projects like the Sex Mage World. While the Centurions continued to be a significant part of the growing lore of my erotic universe, in actual practice, it's pretty much a dead property; I haven't written a "real" Centurions story since 2012. Furthermore, from this point, I'd rather any future superhero erotica I write to be unrelated.

With that in mind, it seemed best to just wrap everything up in one collection. These were all fun to write at the time, and stories like Feel Girl are among my most popular early works. If you missed out on these stories, why not give them a look? And if you've read them before, but it's been a while, maybe give them another read and enjoy the super erotic fun all over again!

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Family Bondaging

I have finally put together a new collection! This one is themed around the subject of incest and family femdom. While you can still find most of the material for free on my blogs, the stories are better edited, several of the Little Scenes included are lightly expanded or reworked Captions, and I've also included a lost script to one of my audios!

The three major stories included are: Beth's Boy (momdom), Rolling (cousindom), and Sistress (sisdom/various). If you enjoyed my work, especially the stories featured in the book, please consider making a purchase! Your support is greatly appreciated.

You can find the book here on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/919610

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Hikaru's Need

NOTE: Lesbian. The characters in this story are older versions of two of the main characters from Saisho no San. You don't have to read that to understand this short, but if you wanted to kick me a few bucks, I'd say it's definitely one of the better of the SMW stories.


Umiko sensed her friend coming from several miles away. She didn’t let that interrupt her lecture, however, keeping a cool, pleasant smile as she addressed the thousand people who had come to listen to her presentation.

Umiko’s seminar on the history of Sex Magic and its proper use in society was a popular one. Everyone sought the wisdom of the Professor who was among the first women in Japan to gain the Magic, and one of the first to start publicly discussing it via YouTube and various forums. When the Japanese government was initially trying to keep the Magic’s existence low key and ban its discussion, Umiko Ryoki insisted on educating the people. Even as a college freshman, her understanding of the Magic, and how important it was to maintain a fair and balanced use of it, was a guiding beacon for many.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Celebrity Sex Mage

NOTE: This story uses fake versions of existing celebrities as a narrative shorthand. It is not meant to be a serious speculation on what their real world counter parts would be like in this scenario.

My cock was rock hard as I typed away at my keyboard. I had to fight to resist the urge to stroke myself as I once again added words of sexy teasing to the side of a picture of a sexy celebrity. My favorite celebrity, a woman I’d jacked off to more pictures of than any three actual nude models combined: Irma Jane Watkins.

I’d always fantasized about female domination to some degree or another. Every girl I ever had a crush on, I dreamed of being her servant, or her using me for her pleasure. When I discovered orgasm denial, that quickly became a pervasive theme of my fantasies. This only got more intense when I discovered chastity belts. Ironically, the idea that I could not touch my dick when excited, could not achieve orgasm when I needed, make me rock-fucking-hard and made me cum faster than any other fantasy. The idea of a girl I liked giggling as she locked my penis in a cage, and then waving the key in front of me tauntingly, it made my head spin.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Flee The Terror Zone

NOTE: Okay, so apparently part of the beginning got deleted in transit. WHOOPS. Here's the full thing.


Sheri waited as the sound of soft shuffling slid past the broken window. She held her breath for several long, tense seconds as she stayed crouched below the windowsill. She had caught only glimpse of the thing, a hulking mass of tendrils and what might have been leaves, slowly dragging itself along the ground. In the dim, misty twilight, however, there was no telling what exactly the thing had been, but in her experience, such creature’s movements were deceptive. Large as a car, slow as a turtle, she’d tried running past similarly large and slow creatures, only for them to demonstrate terrifying bursts of speed once prey was in their sights.

Sheri looked back to her companion. Dar, the thin young man shivering in the corner of the broken down shack, was still keeping his eyes toward the floor, curled up with his arms wrapped around his folded legs, head buried against his knees. His breath was quick and shallow, on the verge of whimpers. Sheri put a finger to her lips and made as quiet a shushing sound as she could. The boy nodded, rubbing his forehead against his knees, but didn’t look up or open his eyes. He did tightly press his lips together, which just made the air whistle through his nose.

Sheri grit her teeth, listening past this noise to detect if the creature outside the window was still moving. The shuffling came to a stop for a moment, and she thought she heard something like a series of rapid huffs, almost like breathless laughter. Then silence. Several agonizingly long seconds of silence. Then the shuffling continued on until it faded.