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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The Gift - Part 4 (NSFW, Mature Content)

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Kevin had made a request of her.

It always surprised her when he asked her things instead of telling her to do things.  She found it very endearing - although puzzling - when he presented things to her and said she didn't have to do them if she didn't want to.  Of course she would do them.  He was her Master.

A high-ranking official was coming to the ship.  Kevin asked if she would service him.

D'nae had smiled and kissed him, assuring him that she would take very good care of the visiting Admiral.

Now she was waiting in the guest quarters of the Admiral.

D'nae wondered if anyone had told him he had a "welcome gift" waiting for him in his quarters.

She smirked to herself.  She'd find out soon enough.

The door opened.  D'nae turned and smiled, waiting.

Admiral Morgan looked surprised to see her there.  So much for warning him, she thought.  She smiled warmly.  "Admiral, I am D'nae.  One of the crewmen thought you would...enjoy my company."  She bowed slightly, watching him closely to gauge his reaction.

The Admiral was startled, to say the least.  He was gruff in his response.  "I don't need that kind of company.  Get out."  But he eyed her, not being able to help but notice her curves that were barely covered by the skimpy slave outfit she wore.  His eyes traveled the length of her body, stopping to admire her full breasts, her hips, her....everything.

D'nae saw his look, and she saw the longing in it, as well.  She'd seen it before: men who felt the need to be proper, but they secretly longed for so much more.  She walked to him and smiled, playing with his collar as she spoke softly.  "I am yours tonight....nothing done tonight will ever be spoken of again, unless you do so...."  She leaned in, kissing his cheek softly, whispering in his ear one word: "Master..."

The word raced through him, jarring him.  It brought images and fantasies to mind.  He hesitated, wanting to tell her to leave again because it was the "proper" thing to do....but wanting her to stay.  He turned his head to look at her, his face only inches from hers.  He asked softly, trying to keep his voice from sounding too hopeful, "You....want this to happen?"

D'nae smiled and nuzzled his ear, whispering, "Yes, I do.  And so do you, Master."  

The Admiral debated for just a few short moments.  He had no wife - she had passed on long ago.  He had spent many, many nights alone since her death.  Long nights.  Lonely ones.  

He reached a hand up behind D'nae's head, tousled it in D'nae's hair, then pulled her to him for a long, passionate kiss.   His tongue probed her mouth eagerly, tasting her.

D'nae responded with equal passion, knowing she had won.  She wrapped her arms around her new Master and pressed her nearly nude body against his.  She felt the roughness of his uniform against her skin.  She reached one hand down to rub his cock through his pants.  She found he was already hard, and he was very well-hung.  She moaned softly into the kiss as she thought about that large cock being thrust inside of her.

Master slowly broke the kiss, panting as he looked at her.  Without a word, he led her to his bed and had her sit on the edge of it.  He looked down at her as he stood by the bed, not exactly convinced that he should be here with her, doing this....but it was too late to stop now.

D'nae smiled up at him, also not speaking yet.  She undid his pants, wanting to please him, wanting to do what she did best.  She undressed him from the waist down, freeing his thick cock.  She began stroking him slowly and fondling his balls as she looked up at him.   She couldn't keep the excitement from her voice when she spoke in a hushed whisper. "Master....tell me what you want.  Don't make it a request.  Tonight, you own me.  Tell me, order me, command me."

He slipped off his shirt and looked down at her.  His voice was soft but the authority in it was unmistakable.  "Suck my cock."  

D'nae whispered, "Yes, Master."  She took her tongue and lightly licked the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum.  She licked along the length of his cock, from the tip down to the base, savoring the taste, imagining how good his cock would feel inside of her.  She slowly began sucking on just the head, teasing him.  Then she took more and more of his cock into her mouth, letting him pump it in and out of her, listening to his groans of pleasure.

Her Master had his hands on either side of her head, holding her as he pumped his cock in and out of her willing mouth.  He felt the warmth and the wetness around his thick cock and groaned again with pleasure from it.  His eyes rolled back in his head.  When he finally found his voice, it was deeper than normal, gravelly.  "You like sucking cock...I can tell.  You're fucking good at it.  Fuck..."  He began thrusting harder into her mouth, getting closer to cumming.

But he wanted more than just a blow job.  He wanted a good fuck.  He growled after a few more thrusts, "Get undressed and bend over the bed.  I'm going to fuck you 'til you scream."  He pulled his cock from her mouth, looking down at her, panting.

D'nae quickly undressed, her pussy soaking wet just from the thought of his cock inside of her.  She loved big, thick cocks...and he seemed eager to fuck her hard.  She bent over the edge of the bed, her shapely green ass in front of him, the soft folds of her sex visible because she held her legs apart, waiting for him.

He moved up behind her, not even easing himself in.  He shoved his thick cock deep inside of her, then started pounding into her, fucking her.  "So.  Fucking.  Tight."  He grunted out each word as he fucked her, thrusting hard.  He had has hands on her hips, slamming into her, not even trying to be gentle.

D'nae was loving the rough sex, needed a good hard fucking.  She climaxed quickly, screaming, "Master!" as she did so.

Her Master groaned as he felt her cunt clench around his cock as she came, and it put him over the edge as well.  He shot load after load of cum into her, his eyes rolled back, his face contorted with ecstasy. 

He withdrew and then smiled at her.  "I'm here for a week.  This should be quite an adventure...."

to be continued....

Monday, January 3, 2011

I will be updating this blog in the New Year

Hey, everyone.

I know I haven't updated this blog in a long time.  I apologize for that.  Lots of things going on in the real world made it difficult to work on this blog on a regular basis - but now things have settled down.

My resolutions for this year in regards to this blog:

  1. Updating at least once a week.
  2. Offering a mailing list (for free) so that you can get special stories and chapters not available on the blog. :)
Thanks for supporting me, and for all of the kind words hoping I was okay.

~ D'nae

Thursday, August 26, 2010


Final chapter

She slid her feet into her favourite high heeled boots. They were not her favourite because they were extremely comfortable, or because they were stunning and showed off her amazing legs and made every male she passed drool. They were her favourite because she had a knife hidden in the sole of the left boot and a tiny thermal grenade in the right. It had taken quite some time to find the correct sized ordinance to fit into them, but it was worth it.

She got up and strolled across the walkway, the crisp night air biting at her flesh. Her nipples still erect and her sweat still sticking to her skin meant everyone stopped to watch her walk past. In this district everybody minded their own business so for life to seemingly stop like this was very unsettling.

Her master beckoned for her to quicken her pace and she did so, catching him up just as he stopped to face her. He grabbed her by the neck and began to squeeze hard on her windpipe, leaning in close and breathing hard on her ear.

“If you ever embarrass me in public again by refusing me again, I will do more than stripping you naked and spanking your green ass. Do you understand me slave girl?”

This scared her, more so than the public display he put her through moments before. Her eyes searched all who past them, looking for signs that someone would come to her rescue. Of course down here that was never going to happen. He growled into her ear again “Answer me bitch!” He then slid his rough hand into her exposed knickers; insert a finger into her pussy far to fast to be arousing. It wouldn’t have been so bad nut it was his ringed finger, and the bulbous rock embedded into the ring hurt all the way up.

Fortunately for her she let out a quiet whimper and her removed his finger slowly, released his grip and let her slump to the ground. She lay there struggling for her breath to return to normal, still scanning the crowds for a saviour. The chances of a Jedi emerging from the crowd to cut down her master and rescue her were pretty slim. Those noble warriors were long gone thanks to Vader and his troops. No, she was on her own.

Without thinking it through her hand slid over to her left boot and hovered over the quick release switch for her knife. If he got any closer it would be his blood on the promenade this time and not hers. She silently begged for him to come closer, and he did.

His boot came crushing down on her wrist and she screamed in agony. At least this brought her breath back. “Do you think I’m stupid you worthless woman?” Again he was asking her questions she couldn’t answer. All she knew was the game was most likely up and that the only thing in her near future was a public beating.

He reached down and ripped off her boot, flipping the switch and catching the nifty little blade as it shot out of it’s compartment. He examined it, ever so slightly touching it with his tongue. His reflex instantly spitting out the foul taste now in his mouth. He’d discovered the poison coated on the tiny blade and his eyes widened with fury, tugging off her over boot before throwing them both over the edge of the walkway.

She watched as her only chance of freedom dropped into the chasm. Her life was about to end and she knew it. She wondered why her life wasn’t flashing before her eyes, probably because it wasn’t much of a life. Sold into slavery as she had reached her species sexual maturity and it was all downhill from there. She hadn’t even been satisfied sexually in many years, forced to perform for those animals in that club most of her life.

Her only hope in that club was the same as it was right now, looking into the eyes of decent looking passer-bys hoping for a connection, hoping for a saviour. The thought finally sunk in that it was over. Her sad miserable life is going to end and it was probably for the best. Time for her dream of travelling the galaxy in the strong arms of a well-endowed good man was just a silly fantasy and it was the only thing that had kept her going.

Her master picked her up off the floor and threw her towards the end of the walkway, her face hanging over the edge starring into the abyss. She wanted to close her eyes but she couldn’t. Again the foul smelling creature that had been her master began to speak, this time his words spewing from his mouth with venomous hatred.

“You are of no use to me anymore bitch” his boot now pressing into her back “My team are all dead or captured, I paid well to have the bounty hunter on my trail taken care of and I don’t need you to store my loot anymore” It was true. He and his team had stolen and lot of money and valuables in their time and had used her to deposit everything at the local bank. If only they’d taken their eyes off her for more than a minute she could have slipped into the bank and take the lot. She was the only one with access, and if her master was gone she would be free.

“I’m going to slice off your pretty little head and use it to get my money, and throw your worthless little body over the edge” She couldn’t she but he withdrew his own sword and raised it high preparing to swipe. She could see how the people passing by were giving them an extra wide berth and some were running off into the shadows. They were scared or spooked and who could blame them.

There was a loud whooshing sound and she felt the blade pass her neck barely an inch away. Had he missed? Was he just fucking with her? His left her back and she heard him take a step back. She wanted to turn to see but she was frozen with fear. No. She wasn’t going to let him win; if she was going to die at his hand she was going to face him. She cautiously rolled over and faced him.

He stood there just a few steps away, feet planted apart widely and his arms stretched out with his sword still in his hand. He was looking down at his chest as there what looked to be a long thin arrow protruding from his chest. Her eyes transfixed on the tip of the arrow she heard footsteps approach and an armoured figure appeared behind her master. The figure, clearly a bounty hunter, leaned in to speak into her now dying master’s ear and with a firm and gravelly voice spoke.

“You are going to die scum” The bounty hunter’s voice was commanding and authoritive and it made her loins tighten. He spoke again. “I am taking your slave woman and I am taking all of you ill-gotten gains” She felt herself start to smile. He wasn’t finished. “You will be lying dead in my holding cell. I will be rich and I will be fucking your woman in my bunk whilst you rot. Now die you fucker!” And with that he yanked the barbed arrow backwards through her former master’s chest and it dropped lifeless to the ground.

She looked up at the bounty hunter. He wore a lot of armour but she could see he was strong and she suspected there was a pretty nice cock under that cod-piece. He knelt down beside her and removed his helmet and she began to feel weak. He was gorgeous. A strong chin, beautiful eyes, a little stubble and a few scars, but oh my he was pretty. And when he spoke she nearly came in her knickers

“Hello beautiful” he said “It would please me greatly if you would agree to come with me. We can collect on his head, take his gangs earnings and leave this part of the galaxy and never return. She was gushing at this point “Would you like to be my partner?” he then asked and she was nodding before he had even finished the question.

“Just one condition” she felt herself say to him. Where did that strength come from she thought, this guy clearly has an effect on me just like I have on most men.

“Of course my sweet, anything for you” was his reply. She swallowed and asked her question before the moment overtook her completely “Please fuck me” she demanded “Fuck me now and fuck me hard”

He smiled “Of course my love, right away” And with one swift motion he had her up in his arms and they were moving off towards his ship. Her former slave master’s body being dragged behind them as they moved off back into the shadows. “Bounty” she whispered into his ear. “My name is Bounty” and smiled at him. “Pleased to meet you Bounty” he whispered back barely containing his smile “My name is Hunter”

She couldn’t be sure, as she was mesmerized by him but she could have swore she heard some cheers from the crowd and some scattered applause. She slid a finger between her thighs and felt how quickly she’d moistened; tonight was going to be a good night.

The end.

Sunday, August 22, 2010


Chapter four

A map of his current location hovered to his left, various tactical solutions to his right. Directly ahead was the cockpit's view screen, currently filled with the streaking blue and white light if hyperspace. The solutions provided by the ship's AI were as complex as they were outrageous. His ship learned with every encounter but it could never compensate for the thoughts of an organic brain in desperation.

He was going to have to take a chance. At this speed he'd be in the Hutt system in an hour, and a fire-fight there would be suicide, or worse, imprisonment by the Hutts. Two choices presented themselves. Divert to Ord Mandell or . . .

He grabbed his harness and hurriedly strapped himself in and tightened it as far as he could. His flesh whitening as he did so. Reaffirming his grip on the flight sticks he physically braced himself as best he could. With his left foot hovering above the inertial rudder he lifted his right leg high above the console.

He checked his breathing and made one last visual check - three ships, standard v formation and ready for attack. Praising his luck that none of the three pilots had anticipated his move he dropped his right leg. His foot made contact with the emergency sunspace reversion button.

In the blink of an eye the Precious was back in real space. Decelerating back to normal sub-light speed. He stamped hard on the rudder with his left foot, whilst simultaneously kicking the internal gravity dial to full with his left. As his ship still hurtled forward it began to tilt. A quick jolt forward on the sticks and the ship was now facing the way he came, still travelling at maximum sub-light speed.

The alarms triggered again and three blurs appeared ahead in the viewport, the blurs quickly becoming deadly fighters that would surely finish him off. Sure enough all three fighters remained in their side by side formation. Three Z-95 Head-hunters. Formidable in their day, but no match for his Precious.

The best thing about his custom control sticks was that under each of his fingertips was the firing mechanism for each of his ship's weapons. They flared to life and began to take apart the antiques chasing him. There was no audible sound in the vacuum of space, but the sound of his weapons firing at maximum filled the cockpit with their beautiful melodic screeching.

He released his harness and allowed himself to relax, and the three debris clouds grew smaller and smaller. He checked the tactical display and was relieved to see no transmissions were made by either if the three. He righted his ship and reprogrammed the jump into hyperspace. Point one past lightspeed this time, there was no rush as he had some business to take care of.

The ship lurched effortlessly back to lightspeed and he climbed out of his chair and headed back to his quarters. Flipped on the sonic shower and climbed in, closing the door behind him. He began to soap himself up, and the hot vapour encased him. His mind was immediately back to where it was before the interruption.

Spending extra time lubricating his balls he began to stroke his cock which had returned to full duty incredibly quickly. He leant back against the shower wall and started to beat himself faster. His eyes closed as he pictured her face again, and her soft open pussy. Her fingers working her open lips as her mouth worked it's magic on his cock. In seconds he was finally cumming. With one hand gripping the base and the other furiously working the tip of his cock he came, spraying the other wall in his juice.

He finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief, or was it satisfaction? Either way he was spent. Now to get suited up and bring in his next bounty. The question was what would he do with her? But the thought of her tied up in his holding cell lingered in his mind a moment too long as he could feel his cock twitching back to life.

Well, maybe five more minutes in the shower wouldn't hurt.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Prisoner of War - Part 3 (NSFW, Mature Content)

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Days turned to weeks.  Rachel's life with Master and Leah fell into a routine that Rachel wasn't happy with, but it was bearable.  Unless Master or Leah had need of her, Rachel was free to walk the grounds and be at leisure.  She knew this was better than the labor slaves - harsh treatment, beatings and hard labor filled their days.  Their nights were spent in an exhausted slumber with their stomachs never filled completely.

But she was restless, and hated her newfound fate.  It was better than death, but it still left her wanting.  She used the time that she had free to roam the grounds, looking for a way that she could escape.

Today was no different.  She had roamed the mansion, checking windows, checking possible escape routes.  She had walked miles, checking every possible place to hide, checking for ways to leave unnoticed.

Now she was tired, and her muscles ached.  She made her way to the communal baths for the slaves.  She was dressed only in a robe, and she walked in.  Seeing she was alone (except for the guards that were at the far ends of the pool), she dropped the robe and sank into the warm water, sitting near the edge of the large bathing pool.

It had taken her a few days to get used to the communal baths, but it was simply a new part of her life now, and something she accepted - at least temporarily.  

She was soaking, relaxing, when a figure entered the baths and entered the water only a few feet away from her.  Rachel's breath caught in her throat.

Malea, she thought.  She's alive!  She's here!

One of the few women to survive the slaughter of her squad, the last time Rachel had seen her was as they were being carried off after the rest of the squad had been left dead to rot on the goddess-forsaken planet that they had been fighting on.

Rachel's heart raced, but she fought to not show her excitement.  Malea had been one of the toughest fighters in her squad.  If they worked together, surely they could find a way to escape.

She edged closer, trying not to be too obvious and stirred the water to catch Malea's eye.  Malea turned, and - goddess be praised - didn't let her recognition show.  Malea spoke with a cool tone.  "Getting a little close aren't you?"  But Rachel could see the flicker of light in her eyes, the glimmer of hope that Rachel herself felt.

Rachel made herself sound nonchalant in response.  "Sorry, my mistake."  She backed away a bit, not sure how to proceed.  Then she formed a plan, and hoped Malea would play along.  It would be the one way they could talk without the guards caring.

Rachel edged closer again, then reached out and ran her fingertips along Malea's back.  She smiled, sounding shy, "I was hoping we could have some...alone time, maybe?" 

Malea instantly knew what Rachel had in mind and hid a smile.  "Mmmmm....that does sound nice."  She reached out, lightly caressing Rachel's arm.  "Shall we move this to a changing room?"  

The changing rooms were nothing more than curtained off corners of the bathing room, but they had at least some degree of privacy.  The guards would probably want something in return for letting them be in there, but that can't be helped.  Rachel stood and led Malea by the hand to one of the guards, both of the women completely nude and not caring (their modesty having been stripped from them over the course of the past weeks).  

Rachel smiled sweetly, asking the guard, "My new friend and I would like to use the changing room in order to get to know each other.  May we?"

The guard leered at the two women, looking them up and down.  "On one condition - the rules say you have to be watched.  So," he smirked, "I get to watch."  

Rachel was disgusted, but knew it could be worse.  While the guards weren't allowed to rape the slaves of others, they could - and often did - fondle the slaves and also make the girls go down on them.  Having him watch and not help was a plus.  Rachel nodded.  "That's fine."  

She led Malea - who was acting meek, shy and compliant - to the changing area, sitting on a plush lounging sofa.  She sat with her as the guard came into the "room" and pulled the curtain closed.  He stood to the side, licking his lips in anticipation.

Rachel began tracing her fingertips along Malea's arm, lightly running her nails along her skin.  Malea's skin began to show goosebumps and her nipples became erect, responding to the touch.  Malea ran her hands along Rachel's arms and chest, along her collarbone, knowing what must be done in the hopes that they can whisper a plan to each other in a moment of passion, without the guard hearing.

Malea moved closer, leaning towards Rachel, her lips brushing Rachel's lightly in an exploratory kiss.  Rachel's lips parted, wanting Malea to deepen the kiss, which she did.  They kissed with greater passion, their tongues exploring each others' mouths as their hands roamed along each others' bodies.

Malea eased Rachel back on the sofa and began trailing kisses along her neck, moving closer to Rachel's breast.  Her tongue lightly flicked across Rachel's dark pink nipple, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Rachel.  Malea then sucked and nursed at the sensitive spot, her hands moving lower towards Rachel's sex. 

As expected, the guard quickly became excited watching the two women, his cock stiffening as he watched Rachel's nipples being tasted and sucked.  He let out a quiet groan as he saw Malea slowly making her hand move between Rachel's legs.  After making sure that the other guard was still on the other side of the room, he loosened his pants, sliding his hand into the front so that he could slowly stroke his cock as he watched.  He may have to have one of them finish him off in a while.  The thought of one - or both - of them on their knees sucking him off after getting each other off made his cock even harder.

Malea continued to suck Rachel's tit, her hand going between Rachel's legs, finding her clit.  She fingered Rachel's clit, whispering, "You like that?  Tell me if you want me to play with your clit or finger you."  

Rachel moaned softly, "Please...keep playing with my clit."  She spread her legs more, her hands in Malea's hair.  Malea fiddled with her clit, using one hand to spread Rachel's cunt lips wide and exposing the tender, sensitive clit, then using the other to rub and play with it.  Then she moved and lowered her head from Rachel's tit to her sex, flicking her tongue on her clit.

Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt herself getting hot and wet.  Her eyes glanced at the guard to see if he was watching.

He most certainly was, and his hand was rubbing and stroking his cock, watching Malea eat Rachel's pussy.  It was a beautiful sight, and he wanted badly to participate and not just watch - which is what Rachel was hoping for.  She moaned again as Malea's tongue delved deep into her cunt, and she felt herself getting close to cumming. 

Rachel whispered, "Please...fingerfuck me as you suck my clit.  That feels so good."  Malea obliged, fingering Rachel's wet cunt vigorously as she licked and sucked her clit, causing Rachel to gasp and then cum, soaking Malea with her juices.

Rachel and Malea looked at the guard, both grinning.  The guard was beating off to the sight of them, trying not to make any noise because he didn't want the other guard to hear.  Rachel whispered, "We'll help you with your condition if we get 5 minutes alone once you're done."  

The guard didn't hesitate.  "Deal."  He moved forward and stood beside the two women, pulling his pants down to his knees, cock in hand.  

Malea lay back on the sofa as Rachel moved her face between her legs, licking and sucking Malea's clit, fingering her cunt.  Rachel was bent over the sofa, purposely exposing her wet, warm cunt to the guard behind her.  He stepped up behind her, slipping his hard, throbbing cock into Rachel, watching her with her face buried in Malea's pussy.   He whispered as he started pumping against Rachel, fucking her hard, "Oh yeah, baby.  Eat her out.  Lick her cunt.  God, yeah.  Fucking slave whores will fuck anything, anywhere.  You just love having me fuck you, don't you, whore?"  He fucked her harder and faster as he spoke, trying not to groan too loudly. 

Rachel didn't care what he said, so long as he kept his end of the bargain - which he would or she'd go to her Master and tell him what the guard did to her.  She sucked and fingered Malea, feeling her getting closer to cumming.

Malea came hard, her wetness flowing from her, crying out.  The guard came at almost the same time, grunting with his final thrust, shooting his cum deep inside of Rachel.  

Rachel looked sharply at the guard.  "I kept my part of the deal.  Now yours."  

The guard smirked, fastening his pants.  "Five minutes, no more," he said, then stepped out.  

Rachel and Malea spoke in hushed whispers.  They hugged, near tears.  "I'm sorry you had to do that," Malea whispered.  

Rachel spoke in a quiet, no-nonsense tone. "We do what we have to do, Malea."  She hugged her again.  "Meet me tomorrow morning by the gardens on the East Side.  We'll compare notes about how we can get out of here."

Malea nodded.  "I will."  She hugged her one last time, then both women stepped from the changing room, finished their bath, and went back to their Masters.

To be continued....

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Bounty part three

Chapter three

He held on to the edge if the bunk tight. So tight his hands were beginning to change colour. He toes also began to grip the floor scratching for purchase. Tilting his head and arching his back he did all he could to not to cum, bit he knew it was inevitable.

The Orion slave girl continued to suck his cock despite his fidgeting and wriggling. Her mouth travelling the entire length of his shaft and back every time was almost too must. Every pleasure centre in his body was active and was screaming with pleasure. One hand was reached behind his ass pushing his body closer every time and her other reached up and clawed at his upper body. He would probably be covered in scratches when this was over but it would be worth it.

"This was it" he thought. He was going to cum in her mouth and he was going to cum hard. The thought occurred that as he was pumping so deep into her throat she might gag and spit his hot sticky cum back at him. That thought was quickly replaced with the realisation that she was a professional and knew exactly what she was doing.

The moment began to approach. The sensation built within him, and he could feel it seep to every extremity of his body. The numbness in his hands and feet was replaced by that wonderful tingling feeling as all his senses began to subdue. It was really going to happen.

He could see next time nothing, not because his quarters were dark but because he couldn't open his eyes. The only scent in the air was the musky tang of sweat, his sweat. Barely conscious of any sound his ears were filled with the sound of his own groans and the sound of a soft wet mouth sliding briefly over the end of his cock.

This was by far the most sensual and erotic that had ever happened to him. In fact it was the only sexual encounter for many years. The question quickly occurred why that was, but was again quickly dismissed, as the beautiful green skinned woman at his feet began to moan. She had picked up on his mounting pleasure and was about to bring him to orgasm.

This is infinitely more pleasurable than that thing he picked up on Risa. That so-called male pleasure device was not worth the hundred credits he paid for it, especially as the pump had failed after only a month. If this was going to happen he wanted to see it. He wanted to see her swallow her prize. She was so good it was obvious she enjoyed it too, and he wanted to reward her.

The paralysis controlling his body would barely allow him to move his neck. But it had to, he could feel his cum about to leave him and enter her. The moment should be the greatest thing to ever happen to him, just one thing bothered him. What was that sound? It sounded like . . .

"Warning. Warning. Pursuit alert"

He opened his eyes and looked down. There was no green skinned goddess, there was only the sight on his own naked body and his sweat covered bunk sheet.

There was the flashing red light above his door and the blaring of the alarm system. He was not receiving the blow job of his life - he was in bed dreaming and his vessel was trying to rouse him.

With a sweaty leap from his bunk he was running barefoot towards and out of the door. Three seconds later he was stood absolutely naked in the cockpit staring at the tactical display. Three long range fighters and they were bearing on him. It was at that moment he looked down again. This time the sight that beheld him was of his poor cock, gently returning to it's flaccid state and of his cum covered balls and inner thighs.

His next thought upon jumping into his seat and grabbing the controls was "why don't I keep a towel up here?"

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Dear D'nae (NSFW, Mature Content)

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I get a lot of questions in my DM inbox.  I thought some of you might like to hear what I have to say. :)

Q.  Is there anything you won't write about?

A:  I won't write about pedophilia.  Period.  No way, shape or form.  

There isn't really anything else I won't write about, but I usually try to avoid topics that might squick out readers.  An example would be some forms of humiliation used in BDSM.  Another example would be bestiality. Would I write about them?  Yes, but I probably won't on this blog since I doubt they would appeal to a lot of readers.  (If I'm wrong, tell me!  That's what comments are for.)

Even incest - as long as it's done between adults (adult brother/sister, for example) - isn't off-limits to me.  I might write some things with more kinks as time goes on.

Q:  What turns you on IRL?

A:  A lot of what I write about appeals to me IRL.  I love collars and nipple clamps, for example.  I love a Master that takes control and makes me do and say all kinds of naughty, dirty things.   I love to be spanked.  I love bondage.  I love watching and helping guys jerk off.  I love oral sex.  

Some things I write about are things I may not have done but have fantasized about.

Q:  Do you get excited when you write?

A:  Yes.  If what I write doesn't excite me, then I'm not doing a good job, in my opinion.

Q: Do you have a Master IRL?

A:  Yes, I do.

Q:  Can I be your Master?

A:  No, I'm afraid not.  See above answer. ;)

Q:  What is your favorite thing to write about?

A:  Anything Master/slave oriented.   Maybe one day I'll write something that would be all of my kinks in one - I'd just need a lot of warnings.  LOL   I also love to write about oral sex and girl on girl stuff.

I also have kinks that turn me on to know on when I write, but I'm not sure if I'll write about them on this blog.  I don't want to squick anyone out.

I may propose a few possibilities and see if anyone prefers one over the other.

Q: Do you like bondage IRL?

A:  Yes, I love bondage IRL.  Collars, leashes, chains, nipple clamps, bondage tables, hoods, blindfolds, handcuffs - you name it, I love it.

Q:  What is your ultimate fantasy?

A:  I have so many kinks that it would be hard to get everything in one fantasy. ;)

A good start would be a Master taking control, binding me, controlling me, spanking me, making me do all sorts of dirty and naughty things - including on my knees sucking his cock while he told me what a dirty girl I am - and then when I was begging for it, he'd bend me over the bed or a chair and fuck me hard.  Oh, yeah.  Mmmmmmm....

Alright, that's it for now.  

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