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Bora • Installment 2.

October 16, 2014

Bora • Installment 2.
fun & weird erotica by William Crimson

  • The continuation of the earlier commission. I think I have a fan. Some of you extra-solar cognoscenti might notice that I’m trying to keep things real. Don’t hesitate to challenge my science fiction. I love that sort of thing.

Greer’s bi-level house looked over Midra’s shoreline. Midra, a medium sized port city, was considered among the most beautiful on a beautiful planet, developed on a mountainous slope with slowly diminishing cliffs to the north and south. Greer’s house was mostly windows facing the ocean, with very little inside but a low bed, a few chairs, a table, and a tumblr_mptw47LS8Y1qfbon7o1_1280back wall of shelves, floor to ceiling. Greer had collected knick-knacks from other worlds – and she liked books, the kind still bound and printed on paper. The floor was made of Ganga wood – a dark and abundant Borean hardwood.

Alex stood, staring out the window. Orborus now filled what seemed like a third of the morning sky, and if she looked closely she thought she could see another moon. “Why isn’t Bora tidally locked?”

“It is,” answered Greer from the kitchen, “before long, you’ll see Orborus stop, then set again.”

Greer’s answer was followed by a long silence; then: “What do I do now?”

“I have something for you.”

“Do I have to move?” Alex asked, then heard Greer’s approaching steps. The borean stood behind Alex, slipping her arms under Alex’s.

“Look,” she said. She held a glazer between her thumb and forefinger, a card-sized screen of transparent metal flickered to life. “See that?”

“Is that yours!”

“That money’s yours,” cooed Greer. “That’s your cut.” Alex grabbed the glazer, squealing, and held it up to the pale swirls of Orborus. “The first thing you should do,” continued Greer, “visit a tailer.”

“A tailor?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck a tailer.”

“No, silly girl,” Greer’s hand slipped down to Alex’s cock, giving the soft bulge a little squeeze. “A tailer. Your tail’s a mess. No sex slave of mine’s going to have a ratty tail, especially a loaded one, and especially mine. Did I mention you’re mine? Oh, was that a shiver? Your cock is getting hard, little girl. Does it have a mind of its own? Not used to it? Am I going to make it spill if I keep doing this?” Greer licked beneath Alex’s ear, “You have no idea how jealous I am.”

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Boom – on The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast

October 10, 2014

I’m very pleased to say that my story “Boom” has been recorded on Rose Caraway’s The Kiss Me Quick‘s erotica podcast.  Rose has done a truly excellent job narrating the story, and I think it’s about 10 times better for it. And, her husband (they make quite a team) made a gorgeous ‘cover’ for the podcast as well (The image below links to Rose’s podcast page). Among other fun things, the podcast also includes the poem “What do you like” written and performed by Fox Smoulder.

BOOM

 

Listen to “Boom” here. 

If you liked the story, have a listen. I think you’ll love this. Hell, I did.

-M

Diary

October 7, 2014

Diary ~ Oct 6th 2014

I have a third eye.

Erotic stories are like a perpetual vine, leafing and blooming wherever I look. For the composer, I wonder if life’s noises are a symphony; if the world is an algorithm to the mathematician; or if, to dancers, choreography is in life’s every gesture.  I see the erotic in words, art, music, nature. I’m aroused. I’m exhausted. I’m in love with beauty. I’m overwhelmed by it.

Today I bought cheese, cold cuts, baguettes and wine. The ceiling is painted black girders and half concealed spot lights. The air is filled with the smell of breads, meats and confection . I and another another couple wait at the deli counter. They’re college-aged. He’s tall, thin and black, wearing glasses. She’s half his height, nicely curved, and Asian. They’re beautiful. I imagine their lovemaking.

mid-
October — her hip against his as they wait
·······in line

tumblr_mrcz6dGRSx1qfbon7o1_1280His skin is the dark of the equatorial sun. Her face is like a pale moon. I see how lovemaking is different for them — how easily he lifts her and how she can’t help want his chest and nipples between teeth and tongue. His taste for her makes her ache. When they’re joined they can’t kiss. He’s too tall — unless she sits in his lap. His cock isn’t too large for her, though other women thought it was. She closes her eyes when  lowers herself. She asks him not to move. It can hurt if he presses too soon; but if he waits his thrusts can bring her to orgasm. The small fingers of her left hand hold onto his shoulder. Her right hand, palm down, wrests behind her on his knee and she is turned just a little as she lifts herself, then presses downward, spine curlinjg. Her lips part. She exhales. She almost likes these moments the most, before the fucking begins, when she closes her eyes and explores him inside and outside herself. Sometimes he will lie down, his beautiful length beneath her; she, in the middle, the palms of both hands crossing his abdomen; his other beautiful length parting her thighs.

her
nipple jutting through his fingers as he penetrates from
·······behind

This morning was different. I see what happened. They needed to be quick. She didn’t wake as early. She comes to the kitchen in a long shirt. He is in his clothes, black jeans and a black jacket. He smiles when he sees her, the flash of his white teeth netting her the way they always do. She feels the twinge between her thighs. He lifts her onto the kitchen counter. He’s tall enough that he only has to push  her knees up and apart. She’s not ready when he fills her. He likes that. He likes the way she grips the counter’s edge; the way her back rises and her nipples jut. He likes pushing her raised knees apart, back, and flat against the counter top. He opens her completely. He likes the way her voice grinds with every thrust and the way her orgasm, just before he fills her with his own, is a shocked blink, a stunned and half-conscious gaze. Someday, as they learn more about each other, he’ll buy handcuffs and a blindfold. He’ll be embarrassed. He’ll be at a sex shop and make silly comments as he pays for them.

even
after bathing — her lover’s orgasm wetting her
·············thighs

She’ll giggles when she sees them. Then, after she handles them, looks at them, asks him if she can use them on him, she’ll grow quiet. She’ll turn onto her stomach and place her wrists at the small of her back. Her beautiful black hair will spay across the pillow. She’ll turn onto one cheek and peer back at him. She’ll open her thighs and lift the entrance to their orgasms.  Her cries, when he thrusts, will be unlike anything he’s heard before. But for now, waiting for their turn at the Deli, her hip presses against his hip. She smiles. They’re just like any other couple 

Bora

October 4, 2014

Bora
Erotica by Will Crimson

  • This is another commission by way of Hentai Foundry. The commissioner said she wanted me to write a story as if I were writing a longer one (so that if she could afford it — or others step in — the story could be continued). The outline: Lesbian lovers; one of whom has a cock; D/S relationship, furry, BD eventually, and M/F. M/FF eventually).  I created the science fiction back story and based the characters’ appearance on some of the drawings I’ve seen at HF (Faustsketcher, the amazing androgyny of InCase, and Stickymon). The artists and the fans really enjoy the “chick with dick” meme, or futanari; and, okay, it’s grown on me a little bit. Gratefully, she’s given me a lot of latitude.

“Welcome to Bora,” said Greer.

“What the hell are you doing?” Alex was panicky.

stickymon-futa“Looking out for you.”

“What the fuck?”

They were in the Red cargo bay of the Seven Lunar Port, a smaller complex close to Bora’s equator, a warm moon orbiting a gaseous planet in the Goldilocks zone of Theta Aquarii. The moon’s palms were strikingly similar to earth’s. Much to the disappointment of scientists and science fiction writers, the discovery of life-bearing exo-planets had revealed strikingly similar evolutionary tendencies in plants and animals. Different animals could appear identical from one planet to the next as each filled similar evolutionary niches. Bora was home to a bipedal species very like humans in their physiology – but covered in a fine fur, like a cat’s, ears that were pointed and flexible, and they possessed expressive tails.

They were a peaceable species, or more so than humans, though not without their own proclivities for violence, corruption and love of pleasure. The appeal of human and boreans was mutual. Though strictly forbidden, it wasn’t long before the first hybrid humans and boreans appeared. Though natural interplanetary speciation never occurs, unscrupulous geneticists learned how to create hybrids — and not only hybrids but new species capable of procreation. The Third Imperial Congress declared hybridation a crime punishable by life imprisonment. Worse yet, hybrid species were to be sterilized, quarantined and in some cases quietly eliminated.

Hybrids were driven underground – some exploited but also and often, their frequently unusual and pronounced gifts well-guarded and well-rewarded. But Greer didn’t need to explain any of this to Alex. Alex was a mule, having carried the illicit Hy-5a serum from Stehl to Bora many times, but this time she’d made a mistake. She was a known agent and was being looked for.

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The Demon

September 21, 2014

The Demon
by William Crimson

Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand.
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back.
Thou hotly lust’st to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp’st her. ~ Shakespeare

“Bring her in.”

There was a heavy jowled, red faced man. A middle-aged woman sat to his left in a pin-striped pantsuit. To his right was an older grey-bearded man. They sat behind a tall, elevated bench. Opposite them, across an open floor, was a gallery noisily talking among themselves. They gradually quieted, one trailing voice after another, as the girl was brought before the five elders. The two guards, on either side, guided her by her upper arms, letting go of her when they reached the open floor before Real_girlthe elders. The floor was hardwood. The girl wore a gray dress and black cloak. Her bobbed hair was also black, as were her eyelashes and her eyes. One thin, long braid was looped over her ear and fell midway down her slender back. She was young and still slight. The hem of her dress stopped at the top of her calves. She glanced at the elders, her brow low, her expression guarded and defiant.

“Do you know why you’re here, child?” asked the elder at the center, in a black robe and a white wig.

“I can guess.”

“You’re an intelligent girl who—“

“What about you?” interrupted the girl.

“Excuse me?”

“I asked, what about you?”

“I’m here because I’m concerned for your welfare.”

“Don’t be impertinent,” snapped the woman. “Don’t think we don’t know what you meant.”

“We are all concerned for your welfare,” continued the man.

“My welfare is none of your business.”

“It most certainly is!” said grey-bearded man.

“No it’s not.”

“We’re only trying to help you,” said the woman. “We’re worried for you.”

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The Dark Book

September 12, 2014

The Dark Book

  • This is the follow up, sort of,  to Poledra’s Daughter (the main character is obviously based on Polgara from the Eddings’ series). The commissioner asked that I think big so I wrote this as a sort of first chapter to a larger story. There are many loose ends and some of the characterizations, like Polgara’s immediate attraction to Urdos, is left unexplained. One of the aspects I really focused on, and enjoyed, was trying to keep  Polgara’s character “believable” (as far as possible). That demanded adding complexity to her characterization and motivation. I don’t know if and when the commissioner will ask for more so, anyone is welcome to commission the next chapter. For spoilers (explanations), just ask.

1. Lothvit’s Dagger

The historian’s stark figure hustled through the long hall, keeping to the shadows. He was hooded and tightly held bundled papers under his cloak.

“Gthen!”

He stopped, hailed by a voice he recognized, the first librarian of Telf. The librarian wore the latest Melcenian fashion, single, thin braid twisted over his right ear. “Are you well?”

“Yes, Master,” Gthen answered.

“You seem preoccupied.”

“There has been some disorder needing attending.”

“Disorder?”

“The ordering of the library, Master Svind, is impeccable. I meant only the discovery of information that has required further research.”

“May I be of assistance?”

“Master, the matter is trivial but necessarily distracting, hardly requiring the skills of a Master Librarian.”

Svind momentarily eyed the understudy. “You will not hesitate to inform me if my services are required.”

Gthen bowed. “I will not, Master Svind.”
“Then be on your way. Do, please, walk freely in the hallway. There are no regulations, that I am aware of, that require you to skulk in the shadows; and the hallway is seldom host to more than a few of us at a time.”

“Yes Master Svind.”

Gthen straightened and went his way, the Master librarian watching. There was a turn, and then another, before Gthen, unseen, opened the door to Mistress Pellora’s study.

“Gthen?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Where have you been?”

“I was momentarily detained.”

“By who?”

“The Master Librarian Svind.”

“Why?”

“He— Mistress, the discovery of Polgara’s writing has impacted our work.” Read more…

Poledra’s Daughter

September 5, 2014

Poledra’s Daughter

  • This story is a commission and is the first “fanfic” I’ve written. A new challenge. The main character, Polgara, is based on the main character of Polgara the Sorceress. The images are also commissioned works based on Polgara. The themes of the story were part of the request.

“Wh– wh–?” A woman’s voice stuttered confusion. “What are you doing?”

The younger man gasped with fright, dropping the handwritten sheaves. They tumbled, scattered, slid to the wood floor, under the heavy oaken seat and desk of the library’s far-flung recesses.

He spun around, a strangled cry caught in his throat.

The Third Daen Historian of Gight loomed over him. She gasped and was jolted when the first string of semen struck her lip, chin, and rope. He continued to spurt, the spasms only slowly subsiding, then gripped the sides of the chair, exhaling, wide-eyed, slumping fearfully as the last of his come dribbled into his lap.

Clarity gradually returned.

Pellora, slender fingers shaking, wiped the Understudy’s orgasm from her lips, unintentionally tasting him.

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

“I’m sorry – I didn’t – They are – I should have told you.”

“What! You little fool – ! Who else is here?”

“No one!”

“Liar!” She tried to slap him, but her near blindness only left a glancing sting.

“Polgara! These – They are her writing. They –“

“What!”

“Everything she never revealed–!” he finally blurted.

“I’ll have that thing cut off!”

“Mistress Pellora!” the Understudy answered, panicky, “the Sorceress Polgara described–” He rolled his lower lip and peered into the doorway to be sure. “The Sorceress Polgara described – She described in intimate detail, Mistress, her trysts and affairs and there are also accounts by others–”

“You are alone. Gthen?” she interrupted

“Yes!”

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