last viewed blogs
-
(pt. 2/2)
I placed a hand on his back and pushed. He melted into the pillow and spread further. I placed another hand on his hip. With his mind so cloudy, who knows if he was keeping track of how many hands. As I pumped, I could tell me was in no state to ask questions. By the time I got him loose enough he was repeating “fuck” at the headboard and his breath caught when he felt me replace my fingers with something more significant. It took a moment to sink all the way into him but he was being such a good boy. As my knot (the shape I had calculated would break him best) stretched through he gave some soft protest “no stop wait stop,” but all self preservation ceased as I pressed against his prostate. The moans he gave me were so saccharine I knew I had to ruin this boy. Uncountable hands pulled him in with each rough stroke, pushing my knot in and out of his desperate hole. The sounds were more guttural now. His hands tousled dark curls and scratched down his neck and shoulders as if to pull his whole body open for me. I pulled him sideways to the edge of the bed so one knee remained under him and one foot met the floor. His rough hands grasped the headboard but he maintained the beautiful arch of his back. Fast and merciless I forced my full length into the boy again and watched his back muscles spasm while he took every inch. This was when I started to rub, just as he had all day to no avail. Combining purposeful stimulation with the harsh stretch of his hole was too much for his little mind. With the sweetest whimper of pleasure and pain, he came. He pulsed around me and I simply continued to use the boy. To accuse me of enjoying this boy a little too much would not be baseless. I gave him no rest. Once they’re broken in, might as well get some use out of them. He was easy to flip so his desperate eyes and open legs were exposed to me. It was only fair. As reparations for the torturous day, I made him cum again. And again. And again. You get it.
Naturally, I got bored. I burned the place to the ground a few years ago. The template was beautifully simple and the setting so… devoid of life… devoid of anything… it suited me well. But true satisfaction is a constant practice in moving on. Would you have stayed? Even if just for the night?
1Appearently, I forgot that Glitch could open doors. And invite people in.
Do I even want to know what’s going on?
1(pt. ½)
I used to run a hotel. Something like you can own a hotel?, you beckon. Well, yes of course; paperwork is so easily faked. The Soiree Inn was near one of the lakes. Close enough to ski country to get traffic but not close enough for… let’s just say there were rarely ever children. I liked that dreary town. The patrons seemed to enjoy the peace and quiet. It was all peace and quiet for them. They never stayed long enough to let the unsettling stillness get to their heads. They all had such vivid imaginations. They were so weak-willed. We got lots of newlyweds… definitely some of my favorites. They would shiver and share a side glance the first time we met, as if I had left a window open. They would speak later about how strange and cold I seemed and how this job must get boring. I would make the husband watch me fuck his blushing bride on every surface in their suite.
Sometimes, just walking around at night, there would be some sleepy single ripe for the taking or an old lady smoking outside who would tell me something interesting. The tacky elk head in the lobby, the disorienting carpet, the fluctuating humidity, the sulfuric water, all perfectly manufactured to make guests a little uneasy, more pliable. Not uncomfortable and never disgusted, just an itching what’s wrong with me today. I would run the front desk alone unless some soft-mouthed girl needed a job. They would smile so wide at guests and find themselves leaving my office at strange hours.
A hot-shot hockey player stayed at The Soiree. A man whose sanity many relied on; so naturally I made him edge all day to the thought of me. When I made a late courtesy call he practically weeped. He was screaming for it when I teased him. He didn’t have enough control over himself to maintain his steel-faced masculinity and opted instead to rock back and fourth with his palms pressed into the duvet and his back arched. He was like a sweet little animal in heat. As I traced my finger up his leg he recoiled and leaned in, an endearing contradiction. Boys like that are not used to waiting and it makes them so very very breakable. He looked so raw from desperately masturbating so I figured I’d give his twitching tip a rest for the time being. He looked up at me with eyes like dinner plates when I slid two slick fingers in his ass. The sound he let out was precious. I wish I could have bottled it and drank it later, but energy that pure is best enjoyed fresh. How can I explain how deliciously this boy pleaded with me? “I don’t know what you did to me,” a surprisingly sound thought from someone who gets hit in the head for work “but please don’t stop”. Adorable. Good to know you’re finding everything to your liking. He started pathetically rocking against my hand, forcing my long fingers deeper, leading me to the spot I would be sure to exploit.1
spooky apparition boy was up to no good and now hes being put to death in spirit world tisk tisk.
those fold studies paying off knocked this out in like 7 hours <32
Also does anyone on here need a Mr. X with and without trenchcoat, cause I got you covered ; )
0
Been doing some fun art cards I bought a few years ago. Halit, the first Guardian of Water from The Aftermath and the monster he becomes!
3I was digging through what little I had saved before the purge of 2019.
I found this oldie.
Let me know what you think. This has three parts, all are written.
@enigmaticpersephone @valeryanroot @petralynnluna @miewr @julieczyras @dramionefeltson @clearlemon @marinamoony @albaeverdeen @evillivingfluff @violet-haha @a-20es1714 @bigstudentpatrolbonk @reneehartblog@micheltonwrote @shadowcries6So apparently I’m insane, and decided to undertake this massive art piece that has no line art. The file is HUGE and its slow going. Bet you wouldn’t be able to guess who its of.
Lies and deceit, I have but one brain cell at the moment and we all know itBut anyways, I’m not dead, I swear. Just working on this big piece as well as edits for a “Royal Flush” Finalized copy. I’m up to 322 pages now.
Woo?Anyways, have some more sneak peaks, yeah? Sorry I’m not super active! Drop me an ask or tag me if there’s something you want me to see and I swear I will! Miss you all! -dashes off to indulge in current hyperfocus-
———–
Thank you! Stay tuned for more! (or harass me, gods know I need a kick in the pants!)
15
