Surprise, suprise –

May 10, 2019

I am inclined to think that the people who landed on this coast were only here a very short time ago.

Jules Verne
The Mysterious Island

up her ass

April 28, 2019

Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found “Mr. Right.”

Jess C Scott
Master & Servant

kept stroking him

April 14, 2019

I reached over and felt it in the car. It was warm and hard and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock. I held it in my hand and without really thinking about it I started moving my hand up and down. In less than a minute his cum shot in the air, six, seven creamy spurts. I kept stroking him until it subsided.  

in response to Bobby Parker’s poem (and others)

I didn’t enjoy the taste, all that salt,
the consistency of failed pudding,
or the way it stained my skin,
crusted over in places the washcloth missed.

Your genitals always smelled like day-old sweat
or stale onions, or rancid milk,
and I was jealous of the poets who compared
the scents of their lovers to barley or wool.

I didn’t like sucking dick, felt
obligated after you ate my pussy.
In repaying my debt I started hating
receiving head because I knew what came next.

You never let me take control, your hands
in my hair not to tousle or caress but to use
as pulleys for my lips, moving
them with your hurried rhythm.

Sex was always over when you got off.
At best you’d run a finger across my breast
in half-assed affection. Swallowing
would get me gratitude, but no reward.

When I was six, I was molested
by a neighbour who blindfolded
me before making me suck him off.
You didn’t believe me when I told you.

By the end, I had to be drunk to fuck you,
but drinking was easier than leaving.
In those woozy evenings I could pretend
I wasn’t wasting an entire decade.

You spurted personal information all over
the internet. Though in that regard,
I’m a hypocrite. At least there’s only evidence
of me consuming your bullshit.

Allyson Whipple

The Old Gods & Brexit

March 23, 2019

You Brits are worried about Brexit? Waste of time, believe me. In 2020 the old Gods will finally return, refreshed after their long, long slumber and they’ll lay waste to human civilization. They’re going to burn arse, people –

So get over yourselves –

You heard it here first, boys & girls.

Saint Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2019

Wandering the countryside of Ireland, you may have noticed the absence of snakes. While Britain has a handful of native species, Ireland is completely free of the reptiles — a feat credited to Saint Patrick. The legend goes that Patrick was fasting on a hill for 40 days when a colony of snakes began pestering him. Stricken with divine purpose, Saint Patrick gallantly drove the serpents into the sea, ridding Ireland of the creatures forever.

Snakes have long been used in Judeo-Christian religion as a symbol of sin and temptation. The story is likely a nod to the work Patrick did to convert the “blasphemous” pagans of the time over to Christianity –

On the other hand, poor old St Pat, starving himself for those forty-days and nights, was plagued by visions of cock – only sublimated to reptile form. He craved and raved cock. Not one, but a whole colony of cocks. It was his obsession: cock, cock, cock! And, knowing sainthood awaited him (and in the absence of any rosy cheeked choirboys, a much later development) he struggled with and overcame these erectile visions, banishing them from his thoughts!

The “Twilight” series’ brand of sexuality is fairly straightforward. Sex equals bloodlust, and in general the rule is “Just Say No!” — unless you put a ring on it. The series reads (and watches) like one giant exercise in sexual frustration. Epitomizing this idea, Bella Swan (even her name implies purity)  and Edward Cullen’s first kiss ends with Edward smashing himself into her bedroom wall to stop himself from doing more than pecking her on the lips. If their frisky business goes too far, he’s likely to lose control and devour her… literally. When the couple finally consummate their relationship (three novels later), it’s only after they’ve been married. And immediately after they have sex, Bella winds up pregnant.

The implications of this dynamic are clear. Sexual urges exist, but must be repressed. This repression is a sign of commitment and love. And if you do have sex? You’ll probably get knocked up and have your lover take away your humanity once and for all

Emma Gray
Vampires and Sexuality


February 10, 2019

Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them…

Aleister Crowley