Just A Little Scene: Special Delivery

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thuh-thuh-three weeks!” he squeaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!” he squeaked.

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

“No! Please, I have to go!”

“Apologize first!” she snapped.

“I’m sorry!” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Little Spell

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So, after putting it off for far too long, I have finally set up a Smashwords account in order to sell my stories. Yes, that's right, I’ve become a money grubbing Sell Out. Isn't capitalism grand?

You can purchase my stories in a here:
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In all seriousness, I want my readers to know that I appreciate all the kind words, and even the unkind ones, I’ve gotten for my writing these past couple years. I really didn’t expect my particular brand of femdom story to be as popular as it was. Your encouragement kept me writing, and my writing has kept me sane.

However, there comes a point where you spend so much of your time and effort on something, that you need to start considering if all that work is really worth just the occasional compliment here or there. While I’ll always write foremost because I love to, and share my stuff because I want people to enjoy my work, at this point, I need to either start monetizing, or I need to find another hobby to make better use of my time.

The other reason for this move to ebooking is that I pretty much live paycheck to paycheck, so anything extra I can pull in on the side will be a big help. The way things are, I’m not getting a better or second job anytime soon, so selling my writing is my next best option to supplement my income, even if only by a little.

All I ask if you do purchase my work is that you do not then pirate, or otherwise freely distribute it. Please don’t copy it and then post on this site, for example. I think my prices are pretty reasonable. Also, if I publish stories that I have already posted on various sites, such as Literotica, I will leave those stories online so the old drafts can still be read for free anyway.

Now, to address a few anticipated questions:

Okay, so you make a buck, but how does this really benefit me, the reader?
One of the reasons I held off on publishing for so long is that up until recently, I have never taken this hobby very seriously. Ergo, I would often hastily post my work almost immediately after writing it, leaving them with many typos, half-assed endings, and sometimes just outright incomplete.

This will no longer be acceptable. If I’m going to ask you to pay for something, then I must my raise my standards to make the product worth your dollar. I will make sure every story I publish is thoroughly proofread, complete, and an all-around superior product to what I have been producing up to this point. If you’re going to pay for my stuff, the least I can do is step up my game.


What stories are for sale?
Over the next couple weeks, I will be focusing primarily on publishing my older stories, putting them in compilations or publishing them as stand alone short stories depending on their length. They will all be getting minor edits, but for the most part, it shouldn’t be anything too drastic. Again, I will leave all my old stuff for free to read online, so if you don’t want to pay for the newer versions, there’s no reason to. Nonetheless, I would appreciate any sales I could get off these older stories.

That said, there are a few old stories I plan on overhauling or expanding as well, however. In these cases the new versions of the stories will only be available in ebook form. But, again, if you don’t want to have to pay for them, the old versions will still be online to read for free. Still, when I overhaul these old stories, I will be making them bigger and better, so I encourage you to check them out.

After that, however, any new stories of sufficient length, I will be distributed via ebook form. As many erotic authors do, I will post samples, and then the rest of the story you will have to buy. In the case of longer stories, I will post the first couple of chapters. If the new work is a compilation of shorter stories, I will post the first story or two. Smashwords already enables you to sample part of a work before you buy, as well.


Will you be posting any more free stories in the future?
I will still post most flash fiction I make, such as the Just A Little Scenes, for free online. Likewise, if I feel the story I’ve written doesn’t have a whole lot of substance to it even if its long (as in, it’s really just a giant sex scene with no real plot), I will likely still post that for free, even if I compile it into an ebook later.


How can I read your stories once I have purchased them?
Through Smashwords, the stories will be available in a wide variety of e-book and computer file formats. These include Kindle, Epub, Nook, Kobo, and iPad/iBook formats, among others. As well, you can download the files as either text, rich text, or PDF formats to read directly from your computer. You can even read the stories directly on the site itself if you wish.

If you are paranoid about giving Smashwords your information, you don’t have to use your real name to set up an account. Setting up an account is free, as well.



So, that should be that. As of the time of this posting, there is only one story up for purchase, and fittingly, the story is “Violet vs. Sara”, one of the first and I believe still one of the best of my erotic works. More of my old works will be getting posted very soon, so check back to my page a few times over the next couple weeks. After that, newer material and expanded stories should follow not too long there after. Thanks in advance to all who purchase my stuff, and I look forward to entertaining you more in the future.

Centurions: The Rise of Jahi

ONE

The first thing Spark became aware of as she came to was something lightly touching between her legs. Sluggishly, she fought to consciousness, intending to shove whatever was doing that away. However, she couldn’t seem to get her arms forward. She tugged, but something was keeping her bound. Her eyes fluttered open and it took a moment for her gaze to focus. She found herself staring into the eyes of the dark haired woman in the alley. The woman was kneeling right in front of her, and Spark was slightly stunned by her beauty for a moment. A few seconds passed before Spark realized the gentle sensation between her legs was coming from the woman tracing a finger along her exposed vaginal lips, gently up and down, around and around. Spark let out a gasp as the fingertip brushed the tip her clitoris, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine.

Sluggishly, she tried to remember how she’d gotten here. She had been coming out of a movie theater, when she’d heard a cry for help in a nearby ally. Even though she was off-duty, Spark had raced over to help, and she’d seen a woman, this woman in front her now, kneeling on the ground, sobbing. Spark had reached over to help her, then felt something stick into her leg. She’d look down to see a needle, and then… then she was waking up here.

Spark snapped out of it as another shiver a pleasure ran through her body. She tried to jerk back, only to find her legs were similarly restrained. She realized she was completely naked and bound pretty thoroughly to a chair. Looking around, she could not tell where she was. Some open, but darkened space, with a single light hanging from a hang ceiling to illuminate the spot she was sitting. Perhaps some abandoned warehouse? Spark let out another gasp as the women’s finger touched her clit again. She called up the electrical energy in her body and tried to shock the woman’s finger with a strong jolt. However, nothing happened, save that the woman just maintained eye contact and smiled slyly at Spark.

Kat's Boytoy: Summer Visit

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Sex Mage World (of Warcraft): Kulu's Training

Disclaimer: World of Warcraft and all related concepts are property of Blizzard Entertainment.

Notes: This story is set in an alternate version of Azeroth (the primary setting of the MMORPG World of Warcraft). This story combines that setting with the premise of my own Sex Mage World stories, with Sex Magic suddenly appearing in human females, then spreading out to females of other sapient races (excluding undead, such as the Forsaken). As of this story, Sex Magic has not been around for very long, but has managed to spread to at least 90% of the civilized races of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms.

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KULU'S TRAINING

The door to Kulu’s hut was shoved open without so much as a knock first. Zolfa came in, followed by two other male trolls, carrying a wriggling form between them. The armed troll motioned for his fellows to drop their catch onto the floor. The did so without much care, and Kulu saw that it was one of the human men. He was naked, and bound at the wrists and ankles, looking quite beat up and haggard.
Kulu jumped to her feet and practically snarled at them for the intrusion. “Hey, now! What dis be about?”

Zolfa waved the other two trolls off and they left with only a few quick, uneasy glances to Kulu. Zolfa went up to the human, who was struggling to get to his feet, and kicked him in the side, causing him to roll closer to Kulu. “Here,” Zolfa said. “De chief don’t much care for your brand of voodoo, but he be a tinkin’ der might be a use for it. He want ya to train ya new powers on dis one here.”

Kulu’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? De chief say dat?”

Zolfa nodded. “Ya know how dese humans and dere ilk are. Easy to make ‘em tink with de wrong head. De chief be tinkin’ ya voodoo could be used to turn dat against ‘em.”

“He really tink so?” said Kulu, her face brightening. “Please tank da chief for this opportunity.”
Zolfa nodded. “Will do. Just don’t be disappointing’ him, he be expectin’ results soon.”

“Certainly,” said Kulu. “Uh, just one ting. Where do ya expect me to be keepin’ him?” She motioned to the human, who had decided playing dead was the better part of valor at the moment.
Zolfa shrugged. “Ya keep ‘im here. Consider it a practice of your abilities to keep ‘im reigned in. In exchange, you can keep ‘im as a slave, least for a while.”

“Well, tank you,” said Kulu. She looked Zolfa over and smiled, a slight blush coming to her cheek. Boldly, she said, “Though ya know, I’d have a lot more fun practicing dem on you.”

Zolfa scowled and gave her a dark look. “And where be dat talk comin’ from? Ya always were a deviant, woman, and dis power makin’ ya more so. Ya not be havin’ dis power to distract yer kin from their hard work.”

Kulu bowed in respect. “I apologize, mon. Was only a jest.”

Zolfa’s gaze remained hard for a moment, but Kulu could sense the spark of interest rise in Zolfa’s mind for a moment. He was the head of the village guard and had many responsibilities, but even he had temptations. For a brief moment, the thought of having some intimate time with Kulu threatened to overtake his better judgment. But, ever the dutiful one, Zolfa tamped it down. Kulu knew she could have very easily made that decision go the other way, but she did not wish to stir up trouble with her own kin.

“Ja,” he said finally, waving her off. He gave the human nudge with his foot. “Don’t be tryin’ to cause trouble now, or we run ya through and put ya head on a pike.” The human just grunted. Zolfa sneered and turned away, leaving the hut as abruptly as he’d entered.

For a few moments, Kulu stared uncertainly at the human, not sure where to start with him. Truth be told, he looked too beat up to really be in the mood for any of her magic, and being put on the spot out of the blue didn’t help in her case. Finally, she went over and shut the hut’s door, securing the latch. Then she went over to the human, who eyed her warily.

She kneeled next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, mon, think you can stand up?” The human slowly nodded. Kulu rolled him over, hooked her arms under his back and legs, and lifted him up, then turned him to set him on his feet. The human’s eyes widened at her strength, and wobbled a bit as he tried to maintain his balance, despite his tied ankles. Kulu steadied him, then pulled up a chair, and pushed him onto it. His hands were bound behind him, and she made sure the back of the chair slid between his arms and his back. She grabbed a sash from her small trunk of clothes, and used it to tie the man’s wrist bindings to his ankle bindings, ensuring he couldn’t leave the chair.

“Okay, den,” she said. Pulling up a chair, she sat on it and tapped her chin as she looked him over. The human just gave her a rueful look back as she inspected him. He was of slightly larger than average build, with well defined musculature, not bulky, however, indicating he was a fighter more skilled in agility rather than strength. His skin was well tanned, and his hair was a silvery grey, despite the fact that he appeared to be a young man, perhaps only in his early twenties. Feh. She’d seen uglier looking humans before, but the fact that he was human was enough of a turn off.

Still, it was not like any of the men in her village were willing to help her test her abilities. She and the other women had certainly learned the error of trying, the hard way. Absent mindedly, she brushed her left cheek, where Zolfa himself had clubbed her across the face that one time she’d— Kulu shook her head, refocusing on her present guest instead of more unattainable persons.

“Well den,” said Kulu. “Ya got a name, boy?”

The human grunted. “The name’s Thane,” he said. “And who are you calling a boy? I’m twenty-four! And I’m obviously older than you!”

Kulu chuckled. She was rather small of stature for a troll woman, and had always looked rather young for her age, due in part to some clever use of magic herbs to keep her body in top shape, despite the number of injuries she sustained in combat training and hunting. “I be just a bit older den dat,” she said. 

“Besides, ya be only a human, and me prisoner at that. To me, ya be a boy.”

Thane scowled. Kulu sat there and watched him, saying nothing as she looked him over. Extending her senses, she could not detect a hint of arousal or even sexual thoughts from him. No doubt he was far too concerned with getting out of here alive and preoccupied by the pain of his bruises. Thane just stared back, and the two waited one another out. After a while, it was clear Thane was in no immediate danger, and the pain in his bruises had faded to more of a dull throb. He found himself becoming self-conscious of his nudity as Kulu looked him over, as if examining his body. Kulu glanced at his face, noting his scowl, then made a point to stare at his crotch. Thane squirmed a little more, and then, there it was, a tiny little spark of sexual thought in the back of his psyche. He was getting slightly embarrassed being naked and bound, even in front of a troll.

Kulu stood and slipped off her simple top and skirt, leaving herself dressed only in a pair of panties. She stood before him, making sure he got a good view of her breasts and legs. Thane grimaced and looked away. “I’m not into trolls,” he said.

“And I not be into humans, but we take what we can get, ya?” She started to sway back and forth, moving to an imagined beat. As she began to gyrate her hips, Thane couldn’t help but have his attention drawn, if only because she dominated his field of vision. He found himself looking her over. Her blue grey skin was complimented by a mop of scraggily orange hair and series of red tribal tattoos etched along her back, curving down along her upper arms and hips. Her tusks were slightly longer than the average female’s, and her bust was small, but perky. Despite his claim, the human’s eyes roamed several times over his body, and she could see that he appreciated her breasts, ass, and legs. At least till he noticed her large, two-toed feet, disappointing his libido, and reminding him that she was, in fact, a troll, and not just a blue-skinned elf. He kept looking away, but Kulu continued to dance in front of him, undulating her body in a way that drew his gaze despite himself.

This would be the first good test of her ability. She had no real desire for the human and she couldn’t really change that. She could, however, change his own desires, if only she could get access...

There. As his eyes fell upon her breasts once more, she detected, for a moment, a spark of interest. For an instant, his psyche simply admired the form of her breasts, and forgot exactly what they were attached to, as well as the color. Kulu immediately drew in the energy generated by this interest and used it to ignite the strange magic she and all other females had acquired in the last few months.

Kulu reached out with her mind, invisible mystic tendrils snaking out and touching Thane’s head. The tendrils entered into his brain and touched his mind, and Kulu could make out the structure of his sexual desires and systems. Faint for now, after all, he wasn’t truly aroused yet, and if his eyes were to wander to another part of her, he might lose even the tiny interest he had now. Kulu quickly traced the mental wiring from his vision to the primal part of his brain where his libido was nestled. Kulu took a moment to secure a psychic hold on this little node. Then, still dancing, she concentrated and gave his libido a little flick.

This time, as Thane’s eyes began to wander from Kulu’s breasts back down to her hips, he felt his attention suddenly become more focused. Without realizing it, he found himself nodding slightly to her motions. Kulu watched his mind carefully as she worked, and switched her motions so that she was slowly grinding against an invisible partner. The main node of his libido began, slowly but surely, to warm. Kulu tightened her mystical hold, and started to feed a slow trickle of sexual energy and excitement into him. The more energy she fed him, the more he produced in turn, strengthening her magic and opening him up further to her. The map of his sexual systems, mental and physical, started to light up from his head to his genitals. All she needed to do now was keep guiding the energy, and increase the flow.

Then, he hit a threshold, and the energy flow magnified. His cock twitched, and Kulu could hear a low hum pick up in her “mind’s ear” as Thane’s cock started to grow erect. Thane’s eyes widened, and he looked down at himself as if surprised. He looked up at Kulu in shock, unbelieving that she could make him aroused. And yet, despite his bias against trolls, he could not help but feel aroused as he watched her virtually naked body move before him. Then Kulu summoned up two big bucketfuls of sexual energy and dumped them straight into his cock and his libido. Thane’s cock immediately surged to full erection and he let out a gasp as he stared open mouthed at Kulu.

“What are you doing?” he said in a panic. “Why do I feel so…so…?”

“So hot an’ bothered?” said Kulu. She stopped her gyrations and leaned down in front of him, smiling. “How shameful. Getting’ aroused by an ugly ol’ troll like me. I t’ought ya didn’t like trolls! Isn’t dat what ya said?”

“It’s your magic!” said Thane, eyes wide with surprise and a little fright. “The Sex Magic! It’s even spread to your kind!”

“Give da man a prize,” said Kulu, sneering. She sat down right on Thane’s lap, and pressed herself fully against him. Thane squirmed to try and get away, but as Kulu pressed her still cloth-covered groin against his naked cock, and held his face against her chest, the struggles turned into shivers. Kulu rested her chin on the top of Thane’s head, which she held against her chest like a mother would a child. As she did, she poured more sexual energy into him, stoking the fires of his arousal until he was nearly crossed with lust. The hum and the heat coming off of him was intense now. Another few minutes like this, and she was convinced he’d even fuck a Tauren if it meant satisfying his urges.

“Oh, god,” he said in a low moan, his cock jerking against her sex. “Stop… please…”

“There, there, now,” said Kulu. “You just take it easy, mon. Or try to. I’m not gunna hurt ya, not yet anyway. I just want to try out a couple tings.” She closed her eyes and concentrated again, feeding him a steady supply of energy and arousal, keeping him at the peak of desire. Occasionally, she would grind herself against his cock, and he would buck into her. He had become so aroused that after only a minute of this, she had to pull back some, lest he ejaculate prematurely.

Kulu gathered her mystical feelers and dove into his mind. The sexual side of his psyche was now an open book to her. She could see his various fantasies and memories of sexual encounters. A little further digging, and she could even see the encounters and thoughts that shamed him, the ones he didn’t want people to know. Fantasies of orgies with his female fellow soldiers, tying the up and having his way with them. The memory of a night of drunken debauchery, going into an inn room with two smoking hot Night Elf women, only to wake up the next morning in bed with two male gnomes and a rather portly female dwarf. The time he’d masturbated to thoughts of sex with one of the undead Forsaken, using a few of their extra body holes…

“Good grief, mon, ya humans are disgusting!” said Kulu, flinching at that last part. “I swear, ya spread ya legs and stick ya ting into anything vaguely resembling a body.”

Thane seemed to use this insult to rally himself, and began to struggle against her again, making one last attempt to willpower his way past her charms. Kulu frowned, and remembered what she was supposed to be trying to do. She concentrated again, and his time focused on his body. She could see all of his hotspots, and within moments, knew instinctively just how to touch him to make him cum instantly, or keep him hovering on the edge.

Acting on this last bit of knowledge, she shifted her hips forward a bit more, until the cloth of her underwear just barely grazed his cock. As his cock flexed, it was ever so lightly brush against the cloth, stimulating it. The resulting pleasure would cause his cock to clench, pulling away and cutting off the stimulation for a moment. In this way, Kulu was able to tease his cock without having to move herself, and the teasing just made him even more ensnared in arousal. There was no way he could try to willpower his way through this now, not that he’d had any chance to begin with. Perhaps, if he’d known she had Sex Magic and was going to use it, he could have steeled himself or perhaps even cast a protective spell, if he knew any.

As it was, he fell back under her power and influence and stayed there, his body betraying him. “Now, let’s see, a little incentive to keep ya here,” she said. She reached back into his mind, and started searching for connections between certain images and concepts and how they caused him to react. She could see that he preferred the company of elven women, though he was not averse to his fellow humans of course. He’d even take a fancy to a dwarf, if she was cute enough by his standards. Most blatantly inhuman races, however, were not to his taste. If they had horns or tusks, they were an instant turn off, to say nothing of hooves or a full coat of fur.

Well, Kulu couldn’t blame him; despite all the sexual energy whirling around them, she still wasn’t getting anything out of this herself. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t try and make a few tweaks the helpless human. She settled her tendrils onto the various switches and nodes and lines making up the network of his sexual psyche. She pulled away his attraction to other humans and nearly-human races. Instead, she took the image of an elf, top most in his sexual preferences, and began to adjust it, remolding it into the form of a troll. She made similar adjustments to all his branching preferences, aligning them with a troll-centric theme.

Now, for example, he was not just aroused by the thought of a blowjob, but specifically the idea of sticking his cock into a female trolls mouth, and feeling his organ brush against her tusks as she sucked him. The idea of a footjob now no longer seemed as interesting unless it was done by a troll’s dexterous two-toed foot. Lastly, blue and green skin now seemed like an exotic part of a woman no human skin could compare with.

When she finished, Kulu finally pulled back, releasing Thane’s face from her chest. Thane was gasping, still trying to buck against her, and his eyes half-closed from the effort. But as she pulled back and let him view her, his eyes shot wide open. His jaw dropped even more as he gazed at her with unabashed lust. “Oh, fuck,” he said in a breathless moan. Combined with all the teasing and arousal generated by her sexual energies, his newly aligned preferences made the mere sight of her drive him wild. It was the final straw, and just from sheer arousal, he reached the point of no return.

Kulu reacted swiftly as she felt his orgasm surge up within him. Reaching with her magic, she literally grabbed his orgasm and forced it back into his body, causing Thane to wail and shudder as his body fought to cum, yet was unable to. Kulu held his climax back and reached into his mind and body once more. “Let’s make this a little more interesting, shall we?” she said, a thin smile on her lips. She adjusted a few more connections between his mind and his cock, and then, her smile broadened as she saw something she could use to really screw him up. After making her tweaks, she released her direct hold on his climax. With a shout, Thane tried to cum once more, only to cry out as his orgasm was blocked, this time by a magical barrier set into his body.

Kulu stood and watched him twitch and moan. She ceased feeding him energy, and waited for him to calm down. As over aroused and stimulated as he was, held at the edge of orgasm, it took him some time. His new, searing attraction to his captor did not help matters. Kulu just watched him patiently. Finally, he could breath somewhat normally again, and he looked at her with a ragged, helpless expression. His cock was still stubbornly stiff, and his balls were swollen taught with his unreleased seed. “What did you do? What did you do to me?” he moaned.

“Just given ya a little incentive to not try to escape,” she said. “I’ve made a few adjustments to ya body and mind. Now, only a troll will be able to spark ya sex drive. Or perhaps an orc woman. Eitha way, just bein’ around us is enough to make ya stupid wit’ lust. But here’s da kicker. Ya can only shoot yer spunk when ya fuckin’ one of us in da ass.”

Thane’s eyes widened in shock and horror. One of the things that had turned him off even more than horns and tusks had been anal sex; the idea had just disgusted him. Unfortunately for him, that was one things Kulu had decided to leave intact. Now, he not only found himself helplessly enthralled by a woman he would have been unfazed by just minutes ago, but the only way he could be released from his helpless lust, to orgasm and relieve himself of this sexual fever, was to do the one sex act that he could never bring himself to try.

Kulu laughed harshly at his helpless state, his mind and cock wrestling with desire and disgust. She turned, slipped her underwear down, and presented her bare ass to him. “Ya know ya want it, boy,” she said. She could sense his mind running in circles, at once aroused by her ass, yet horrified of being made to enter it. Finally, it got to be too much, and Thane’s mind decided it was time to call it quits. He shuddered, his eyes rolled up in their sockets, and he sagged in his chair.

Kulu smirked and looked the human over. Not bad for a first session, but she wasn’t nearly done yet. If he didn’t wake up soon, she would force him awake, and she would not let him pass out again until she herself was thoroughly exhausted. For now, though, while she waited for him to recover, she reached into his mind to see what else she could tinker with.

The Roommates

Jim was nervous as he rang the doorbell to his new home. He was starting his first year of college, and for the sake saving some money, his parents had decided that he would have to move into the duplex where two of his mom’s friend’s daughters were staying. Maggie and Gemma were a junior and sophomore respectively at the same college Jim was attending, and their third roommate had been a senior who just graduated. So the timing had been perfect.

Well, perfect for them. Jim wasn’t sure how he felt about the situation, to be honest. Though they three had played together as little kids, back when they’d lived in the same neighborhood, they hadn’t talked in years, not since middle school, at least. He was effectively going to move in with two strangers, both of whom were old enough to have gained Sex Magic. A guy from his High School would probably be jealous as hell. Then again, most guys from his High School didn’t have an older cousin who had qualified to go to the prestigious Metis Academy, who would then proceed to tell them exactly what kind of hell living 24/7 with a bunch of teenaged Sex Mages was like.

Well, he supposed it could be worse. At least he wasn’t still living with his parents.

Centurions: Sex Mage Sojourn

ONE

“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!”

Resisting

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.

“But…”

“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.”

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.

Metis Academy: Tim's Day

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

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

ONE

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.