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22 April 2009

Computer Aided Sex

I awoke from the most glourious of dreams – I had been tied to the bed so kneeling legs spread by the purple and black lust loops, wearing my PVC skirt that laces up and the rubber corset with the buckels – all in black of course.

The King was creating with his laptop and so was Armand, they were both naked and typing away sat in seats at the foot of the bed. They seemed not to notice me except Armand looked sideways at the King and he nodded. Armand got up and still talking subject specific jargon at the King came over to me.

He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock into me, rythmically he fucked me whilst all the while talking with the King in a calm way. He grunted as he came pushing harshly into me then he with drew and sat down – he continued to work.

20 March 2009

Erotic Writings of the Mind

I am afraid that I am keeping the small hours company once again and though I should be resting my unfortunalty broken body I am instead writing. I have been dweliing on my erotic fantascies recently, on the worlds and complicated societies I create in order to masturbate myself to sleep at night. I had been so desturbed by the intricascy and vibrancy of them that I confessed them to the King and told me it is becuase I am creative and that I am basically a writer – this is what I have been doing – creating stories out senorios so why should my erotic dealings be any different.

I am coming up with somthing new and interesting nearly every week – something fresh to excite me so why not write about it? Before this masterpiece of a blog was so rudely interupted by natural cataclism I was attempting to write down some of the more interesting dreams I was having with the idea of keeping them as story ideas in the future and as a way to analys myself. I was also starting to write down some of my fantacies and found that this helps to control that annoying little habit of mine of turning myself into a striated mess.

These fantasies are bits of me that I have pushed down deep and sometimes they are painfull at first, but I love them. I love masturbating to the vibrant imagery of my mind, imagining bueatiful people fucking, clade in entire wardrobes I have designed and designed well to be erotic and provocative in nature.

I had also written several peices of erotica – most about lesbians bizarlly though the King says this is becuase that is the part I am laking – I have a man with whom I can fuck and I even have my harem of cybersex/phone sex minions but they are all men (ok well all two of them). Two of these pieces i had specifically writen to send to an erotic imprint but found that I never sent them off – too worried and embarrassed over my fertile and filthy mind.

But I have spent the last few fever hightened nights pondering upon this and wondered if I should just give in a write more erotic stories – I have been struggling with my sexuality again for sometime and this seems to help – this hashing it all out on the page. So I looked up the ones I could remember and though I have failed to find the lesbian travel erotica I did find the scifi and fantasy people and they have several lots of submissions open for ebooks at the moment – they do not pay very well but they do pay and I need to flush this stuff out of my system.

The sort of senarios they propose are exactly what I have been fantasising about so much as well which is good – there are also the only publishers who have said in response to my enquiry that which I believe most strongly to be true – the word count is determined by the story – this is somehting I have always felt and have argued in writing groups about. My stories are always natural lengths and trying to force them to be anything else stagenates them. I am so pleased with this response that I started writing imeediatly.

I am still writing and have done two sex scenses that are basically within the computer as it programmes a pleasure cyborge. I am having much fun – I had to cough stop for a quick flick of the bean as it were but have been otherwise continously writing.

one issue I do have with this is that I am sick, as in ill and I am having more trouble than normal with spellign and word order which is a pain so I just hope its actually all going to be understandable when I come to the editing stage.

This first one I’m working on has to be done by the 1 May but I think that is doable – the others are due in april but I will just have to see what I get done. I am hoping I can get over the embarrassement factor and actually submit this time.

2 June 2007

The Disease

I was traped in the dream time and things were not going well.

A disease had invaded our fair country and it was passed on by contact, those that became hosts were apt to attack for food and therefore transmit the illness.

We were barraciaded into a house with high ceilings and polished wooden floors and fire places that still worked. The garden was also secure and many like us were still attempting to live normally.

There were quiet a few of us living in this house and some went out on a foraging expedition. Things were getting worse we knew and though we had plenty of food in stock and a garden that we had put netting and fencing around to keep people and things out we still wanted as many reserves as possible.

The party – three middle aged men came running back but they were shouting and I knew something was wrong, one of them was bleeding and so I took the course of action that I deemed correct – I had a community to look after but I hated myself as I closed and bolted the door on them and rang the alarm bell so that all other entrances were blocked.

I could not risk contaniation of our home.

‘Listen!’ cried one of the men above the others who were shouting for us to let them in.

‘I can not let you in,’ I said with no emtion, lest I waver and grant them access.

‘I know but you’ve got too know – SHUT UP – the birds are infected and the bats and the squirrels they are attacking in flocks… – they’re coming!’ He sounds frantic and scared.

‘Block up anywhere they can get in – please!’ I assure him I will and then through the window I see birds dive upon them, big crows and small blue tits and each is ripping at them with sharpe beaks. I feel sick but I turn to the household that is assembled before me. One woman is having to be restrained and is screaming at me, her father is one of the men.

I tell them of the crisis and so they organise themselves and we begin to boared up areas around the chinmeys whilst putting metal mess in the actual opening and make sure that the netting is all secure around the garden and that our own chickens and ducks are checked carefully for signs of infection and moved into the large garage – they will not be able to roam in the gardens now.

I worry about the bird shit and weather it is a possible risk and so we see what glass and perspexs we have and weather we can sort of ‘dome’ the garden.

I look at my little work force and sigh – I am hated now by many though it would have been the end of all of us had I let the men in – and how long will this last? Will water supplies continue? I already have a filtration unit set up for piss but that wont be enough, help from out side now seems impossible – I wonder if we are just going to have a slow death and weather this is the right thing to be doing – to try and survive.

The Lady plays contentedly on the floor in a room were I can hear bats and birds trying to get in through the boared up chimney – I move her as so flails little chubby arms grumpily at being moved from her toys.

I awoke from this dream with a strange disquiet.

5 May 2007

The Angel Wars

Another bizar tale that played itself out within my dream time.

A war had raged upon the earth for about four years – it was between two alien factions who never the less were sufficantly human to have the origin of all three species including our own questioned.

One lot had invaded the Earth they were large men – herculean in scale , they could have just been large men but for the the stinging, reaching, grabbing, fine white jellyfish-esk tenticals that flowed from their spine.

One of these was self proclaimed Over Lord of the Earth and was based near where I was living, I was in a strange situation as they fed off of creative energy, they liked me but could not entirely control me. Still I had a degree of freedom others did not but I had also spent most of the last four years in a research station being prodded and poked and fucked by the leader of these aliens.

I had escaped but I was not thinking properlly, I went to a book shop thinking that I could find a book I knew would help me stop them but everything had changed – the book shop was darker and more elaborate than I remember with the feel of an old department store. I picked up a book in a velvet cover, red and green and lush and begain to write in it but realised it was not the book on sonic resonance that I had been looking for but a book about one particular conductor and his orchestra.

Fearful that I would be made to take the book now I had writen in it – I moved furthure into the shop, there in the center were tables set out with art and textile books on and a mirade of students surrounding them – all feverishly working away. I wondered at the shop staff allowing this blatent use of their books.

But then I realised this must be a change put in by the aliens so they could feed off of the creativity. I sliped the book I had desorcrated onto another display table and watched the people scetching away.

I drew nearer wanting to look at the books, somehting had been nagging at me something wasn’t quiet right but I could not put my finger on it. I hovered at the edge of the table and felt the attention of the people there focus on me. Worried I with drew and hungry drove me into the coffee place ajoined to the bookshop but it was almost deserted when I remembered it as always being full.

I ordered a coffee and sat down to look at the childrens books they had scattered wondering faintly if the book I needed was there. The a door opened and it became evident that there was a bar there too.

‘Strange she is not in the bar’ I hear through the door and look around. A gaggle of women with pushed chairs come in looking worn out and faded and nervous they cluster around me and chat whilst they drink.

Then they are gone with the startling commemts on how brave I am etc… starteled I look to the door of the bar, and a man is stitting on a high stool at the corner of the bar looking at me through the open door. He smiles drunkenly at me and beakons me to go over.

I fear going over but feel it is only polite so I do, he tried to grope me but I escape and flee back into the bookshop where I see another girl getting similar treatment from three young men – tatooed and muscular. I am horrified that everyone is just watching and so I attack them.

Laughing with an edge of anger I am pushed away but the other girl runs away. I try to escape myself but they are upon me, telling me that I am pretty and I cry saying I am not and what are they doing!

Then the oddness I couldn’t work out stricks me, the only females I have seen so far have been the prenant mothers with buggys in the coffee shop there were no others – other than the girl I just rescued.

The men are kissing me and holding me at knife point my trousers half way down my legs when there is a comotion outside the window. Startled we all look up.

‘It is the Sienee we are saved!’ cries on of them and he hugs and kisses me and I reel with confussion watching the humanoid torsos on long elegant muscular black tenticals glide past, they are in specific and exact formation and their faces are covered in scary black and gilt masks – oriental in style.

All their torsos are those of slight oriental women, they march towards the other aliens and I fear the battle to come.

‘We asked for them to come but we didn’t think they would,’ breathed one of the men, I suddenely realise that they are not holding me down anymore and try for escape but one of them grabes my arm. ‘you’ll be killed in the battle if we let you go,’ one of them says and pulls me along what he thinks is a safe route but then the original aliens invade the book shop and the general leader person spies me and is angry he lifts all four of us up in his stinging tenticals and exclaims over my unfaithfullness.

He is about to kill the men and have me sent back, somehow he is loving in this and I cry. But then the black tenticaled women attack and we are dropped the men drag me to the saftey of a storm drain. Their attitude to me is strange like I am somehting to be owned but extrememly rare and I am both greatful and resentful.

They move us to a clearing in a woods somehow and there is a lovely lake, I am strangly eleated, a small oriental woman appears and one of the men falls in love with her but is then highly disturbed when he finds out she is one of the aliens.

I then awoke – strange dream again and I wonder at all the human women having disappeared and that the two waring aliens are gender split in this way. The assumtion of the dream was that the female aliens were somehow stronger though unlike the male aliens their human torsos were slight and slender rather than large and muscally – hmmmm.

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