[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! [redacted] This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward
Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.
Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Happy Birthday: Ch. 2 [Comm]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with the much-anticipated continuation of the Happy Birthday story! Between writer's block, negotiations for a book deal, my computer's self-destruct and subsequent replacement, unavoidable family obligations, and my toe's attempt at rebellion, this one's seen a lot of delays. But worry not, I'm back in the saddle, writin' up a storm! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, I like to think it was worth the wait! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Content Warnings: unrealistic anatomy, incest, huge cocks, giant breasts, exhibition, excessive cum, cum drinking.
Chapter 2: The Main Event
John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.
When Ava reached the top, she paused, glancing back toward her son, throwing her long, dark, wavy hair out of the way as she twisted at the waist. John hesitated, stunned by the vision of beauty and sexuality before him. The stage lights made Ava’s flawlessly tanned skin glow. One long, shapely leg emerged from the slit in her evening gown, drawing the eye up toward her magnificent ass. The bright red, slinky material of her gown left nothing to the imagination, clinging to every curve of her mature, hourglass figure. Twisted like she was, her mountainous, beach-ball-sized tits jutted from her chest in what could only be described as a truly epic rack. The bedroom eyes she shot him and the soft smirk that tugged the corners of her full, red-painted lips up toward her cheekbones told him the view wasn’t entirely accidental.
Content Warnings: unrealistic anatomy, incest, huge cocks, giant breasts, exhibition, excessive cum, cum drinking.
Chapter 2: The Main Event
John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.
When Ava reached the top, she paused, glancing back toward her son, throwing her long, dark, wavy hair out of the way as she twisted at the waist. John hesitated, stunned by the vision of beauty and sexuality before him. The stage lights made Ava’s flawlessly tanned skin glow. One long, shapely leg emerged from the slit in her evening gown, drawing the eye up toward her magnificent ass. The bright red, slinky material of her gown left nothing to the imagination, clinging to every curve of her mature, hourglass figure. Twisted like she was, her mountainous, beach-ball-sized tits jutted from her chest in what could only be described as a truly epic rack. The bedroom eyes she shot him and the soft smirk that tugged the corners of her full, red-painted lips up toward her cheekbones told him the view wasn’t entirely accidental.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Happy Birthday: Ch. 2 [Comm][Preview]
[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with the much-anticipated continuation of the Happy Birthday story! Between writer's block, negotiations for a book deal, my computer's self-destruct and subsequent replacement, unavoidable family obligations, and my toe's attempt at rebellion, this one's seen a lot of delays. I'm laughably far behind schedule for the month. But worry not, I'm back in the saddle, writin' up a storm! I'm already a thousand words into the new chapter of By The Horns! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy your preview! [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: The Main Event
John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.
Chapter 2: The Main Event
John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Progress Report: I have an excuse! It's a good one, I swear!
Hey there, squish here, with a series of recent developments!
Well, first off, my computer had a meltdown on Monday. After six years of service, the increasingly-frequent bugs, crashes, overheatings, and general performance issues finally overcame the old girl. Ultimately, I decided it was time to bite the bullet and, rather than pour hundreds more in repairs into it, buy a new one. I'm actually typing this from my brand new (well, refurbished) computer! Thankfully, it wasn't quite as expensive as I was bracing myself for it to be, so the purchase only wiped out HALF my savings, instead of ALL of them. I've pretty much spent the entire week thus far either trying fruitlessly to fix the old computer, researching new computers, shopping, rooting out the unwanted preloaded programs (still can't figure out how to get rid of this damn photos-to-merchandise thing), updating the system, and re-installing the programs I actually use. Unfortunately, that means I've gotten basically no writing done. But, I think it's probably worth it to have a computer that doesn't audibly complain when it has to display any sort of video.
There's another major development that's been slowing my work as of late, one that I didn't want to share until I was sure there was something solid. Now, I think I can be confident in announcing it. I've been talking with a publisher of erotic fantasy and sci-fi, who shall, for the moment, remain nameless. We've discussed a number of things, but I feel confident in letting my faithful readers know that they've asked me to submit a chapter to a short story collection! Now, it's still gotta be selected out of all the other submissions, but this is still a huge deal for me! I might actually get my work professionally published! With a signing bonus and everything! And if that weren't enough, we've also been discussing the possibility of not just one, but a whole series of novels! We still have to work out the specifics of how and when the books will get written, but it's looking VERY good so far!
What would the novels be about, you ask? Excellent question, I reply! The books will be based on the plans for one of my stories! What story, you ask? Stop interrupting me and you'll find out, I say! Only one of my stories has the grand, arching storyline, the intricate and expansive setting, the truly epic scope such a series would call for! The Titles of Angra B'ahram! Each book will center around the story of one of Angra Ba'ahram's many titles, and how the humble incubus Ahram came to earn them. I haven't been able to stop thinking about the story since first I wrote it, and what ideas might have once fit into a single chapter have grown, unbidden, into sprawling, interwoven tales, too large to contain within a single chapter! This way, I'll be able to delve into the setting, to explore the nature of the multiverse, the 667 worlds of the Abyssal Empire, and the characters within in glorious detail!
Anyways, I hope you guys can understand why it's taking me a while to get anything done. I've got a lot on my mind, and a lot on my plate, but I'm still workin'. I like to think this chapter of Happy Birthday will be worth the wait!
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Daddy's Home: Ch.10 [FINAL CHAPTER!]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with the FINAL* chapter of Daddy's Home! FINALLY, right? It took a little more than two month's work, with more restarts, rewrites, and revisions than I care to contemplate, but I wanted to end this one on a bang. Well, a series of bangs in rapid succession, I suppose. I just wanna thank everyone SO MUCH for all the comments/love on this story. I'd never have gotten my start as a smut-peddler were it not for the entirely unexpected takeoff of this story, and I'm eternally grateful to each and every one of you. I hope you enjoy the culmination of this series, and hopefully, you'll find it was worth the wait!
*Okay, not really FINAL. This is far from the end for Rich, Sam, Anna, Aiko, Rosa and Diamond. This particularly set of stories is complete, but I've got plenty of plans for what happens to them down the road! Maybe more chapters. Maybe shorts. Maybe a whole new multi-chapter saga! But, for the moment, I've gotta move on, stretch my literary legs a bit. The polls are in and my next big, multi-chapter story is going to be By The Horns, the saga of a tauren paladin's journey across Azeroth, so check that out! I'll still be doing commissions, too, so keep an eye out! And who knows what else I might be getting up to? [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 10: A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
*Okay, not really FINAL. This is far from the end for Rich, Sam, Anna, Aiko, Rosa and Diamond. This particularly set of stories is complete, but I've got plenty of plans for what happens to them down the road! Maybe more chapters. Maybe shorts. Maybe a whole new multi-chapter saga! But, for the moment, I've gotta move on, stretch my literary legs a bit. The polls are in and my next big, multi-chapter story is going to be By The Horns, the saga of a tauren paladin's journey across Azeroth, so check that out! I'll still be doing commissions, too, so keep an eye out! And who knows what else I might be getting up to? [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 10: A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Daddy's Home: Ch. 10 [preview]
[Pre-Story]Hey there, Squish here, with the preview for the FINAL chapter of Daddy's Home! It's taken quite a while, but I wanted to make sure I ended this one with a bang, get all the details PERFECT before I put it out there. The preview's a bit short, but don't you worry, that's only because the entire thing is PACKED with sexiness from start to finish, and I don't want to give away too much right away. [redacted][/Pre-Story]
A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
As Sam’s tongue finally arrived at that bulging, apple-sized crown, she let out a soft moan, her tongue swirling over the smooth, pulsing tip. Her hands came up to cup her mountainous melons and give them a squeeze, wrapping them tighter around the cock. It was so hot, so hard, and so strong, with every powerful pulse she thought it might pull itself free from her lusty embrace. She couldn’t resist a momentary indulgence of her own pleasure, her black-painted fingernails roaming across the smooth, pale flesh of her breasts, seeking out the pink peaks. Her thumb and forefingers found her peachy pleasure buds and pinches sharply, making her moan into his cockhead. She gave the mighty shaft a lewd kiss as she toyed with her nipples, tweaking them and tugging at the silver barbells piercing through them.
Richard let loose a deep, rumbling groan as his beloved daughter serviced his titanic cock, pleasuring a case of morning wood so spectacular as to inspire analogies to mighty redwoods. He lay back, still rising from the depths of slumber as Sam’s full, jiggling breasts squeezed around the root of his mammoth, ivory cock. Every soft moan of lust and pleasure that she murmured around his spit-polished crown as she teased her tender nipples resonated in his ears, a sweeter symphony than the birds could ever sing. Her sapphire eyes opened once more, staring directly into his as her lips popped off the fat crown of his cock and curled into a bright, cheerful smile. The expression almost seemed ill-fitting, framed by her dark, silky hair, and buried beneath the smudged, streaked, and splattered dark makeup still on her face after last night’s messy entertainment. And yet it beamed up at him like the rising sun. “Good morning, baby.” he finally greeted, his voice still deep with sleep. [/preview]
A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
As Sam’s tongue finally arrived at that bulging, apple-sized crown, she let out a soft moan, her tongue swirling over the smooth, pulsing tip. Her hands came up to cup her mountainous melons and give them a squeeze, wrapping them tighter around the cock. It was so hot, so hard, and so strong, with every powerful pulse she thought it might pull itself free from her lusty embrace. She couldn’t resist a momentary indulgence of her own pleasure, her black-painted fingernails roaming across the smooth, pale flesh of her breasts, seeking out the pink peaks. Her thumb and forefingers found her peachy pleasure buds and pinches sharply, making her moan into his cockhead. She gave the mighty shaft a lewd kiss as she toyed with her nipples, tweaking them and tugging at the silver barbells piercing through them.
Richard let loose a deep, rumbling groan as his beloved daughter serviced his titanic cock, pleasuring a case of morning wood so spectacular as to inspire analogies to mighty redwoods. He lay back, still rising from the depths of slumber as Sam’s full, jiggling breasts squeezed around the root of his mammoth, ivory cock. Every soft moan of lust and pleasure that she murmured around his spit-polished crown as she teased her tender nipples resonated in his ears, a sweeter symphony than the birds could ever sing. Her sapphire eyes opened once more, staring directly into his as her lips popped off the fat crown of his cock and curled into a bright, cheerful smile. The expression almost seemed ill-fitting, framed by her dark, silky hair, and buried beneath the smudged, streaked, and splattered dark makeup still on her face after last night’s messy entertainment. And yet it beamed up at him like the rising sun. “Good morning, baby.” he finally greeted, his voice still deep with sleep. [/preview]
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Progress Report #6: Brain not work good
Updated: 08/19/15
Hey, readers, 'tis I with a brief update once again!
Hey, readers, 'tis I with a brief update once again!
I'm working on the last chapter of the main storyline of Daddy's Home, in case you weren't aware. I had hoped to be able to have it finished by last Friday, which, as you can probably guess, has not panned out. Unfortunately, the story seems to be less cooperative than I would like. I keep finding myself driven to rearrange the outline, or change parts of the story, even if they've already been written. I like to think the story will ultimately be better for these changes, but it has the unfortunate side effect of making this whole thing take much, much longer than I would have liked. Maybe I'm being anal about the whole thing, but I want to end the story with a bang (literally and figuratively). It certainly doesn't help that I've been mysteriously distractible for the last few weeks. Not sure why or what I can do to fix it, but I can't seem to sit down and do anything without my attention wandering every few minutes. That certainly doesn't excuse my slowness, but I wanted to let you guys know what I'm dealin' with.
In summary: Still working, albeit slowly. Getting it good enough that I'm happy with it is taking forever.
Update: Just to let you all know, I'm still working. I think I might have just been a little burned out for whatever reason, but i think I'm turnin' it around. This month is not going to be as productive as I would like.
Update: Just to let you all know, I'm still working. I think I might have just been a little burned out for whatever reason, but i think I'm turnin' it around. This month is not going to be as productive as I would like.
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