Saturday, November 2, 2002

Saturday Stories

Hello and welcome to "Saturday Stories." If you're not interested in Adult Erotica, please skip the story and scroll down to the rest of this week's blogger posts.

Today's story is taken from "Sex-Fi. Erotic Sci-Fi & Horror Sex Stories" and is entitled -

    Nancy Matten came awake as the red light above her door began flashing in time with a subtle beeping sound issuing from her ceiling. She sat up and yawned, stretching magnificently, before rushing over to the sink. She placed her mouth on the mouthpiece and flashed her teeth clean. Licking her lips, she sat on the bed and waited. In a moment she heard the gentle tap on her door. She stood, smoothed down her antiquated white girdle, and pulled up her black sheer stockings.
    "Ok," she said to herself. "Look happy," a sarcastic note tainted her voice as she opened the door. A man in an old, corroded steal pressure suit entered, giving her a huge grin as he tossed his helmet into a corner.
    "Hugh," she said with some enthusiasm. Hugh was not only a steady, reliable John, he was also something of a friend. He was a jet jockey with a small mining ship called the Rushmore, which he mainly used for local exploration. In other words, he knocked around the asteroid belt until he became horny, then sought out one of the pleasure satellite's notorious beauties. Nancy didn't mind, he was a bit stingy, but not half as weird as most of her clients.
    "Welcome back," she said, guiding him to the red velvet couch. She helped him off with the pressure suit and held her nose as she pointed toward the showers. He chuckled as he stalked off in his longjohns.
    "Feel free to use the laundry on those horrible things," she called behind him. "Can this thing be washed?" she asked, holding the top portion of his pressure suit.
    "Only with a chemical wash," he called back from the shower. "Don't worry, you get used to it," he laughed.
    "Oh no I won't. If I ever get a ship of my own, I will have a change of suits, one for each day."
    "You, on a ship of your own?" Hugh chuckled as he returned, drying his hair.
    "What, that's funny?"
    "Sure. Space is no place for a woman. Women should stay in the bedroom where it's safe," he laughed, tossing the wet towel over her head.
    "Be careful what you say, space boy, or you will have to find a new whore. And possibly a new set of balls," she added in a mumble.
    "Can I get a blowjob?" he asked, bouncing on the bed. He slid a hand up her shapely stocking-covered leg. She looked at the dirty, scarred hand and pushed it away impatiently.
    "That's all you came for, a blowjob?"
    "Sure. We get to daydreaming out there, in the coldness of space. It's what keeps us going. For me it's a vision of you blowing me."
    "How romantic," she said sarcastically.
    "Yeah," he grinned. "So how about it?"
    "Sure, lay back," she said in a bored voice. She sat motionless for a moment until a tick began in her left eye, signifying that her empathy chip had been activated. There was an immediate change in her demeanor. She suddenly desired the blowjob as much as he did. "Strip," she said with a sexy smile.
    "God how I love this," he said, tearing the towel from his waist. He looked down enthusiastically, as she slid between his legs, rubbing them as she advanced. She gave him an erotic look before she went down on his throbbing cock. It slid between her warm lips and he gasped. "Oh yes," he said, leaning back on the bed. He closed his eyes and ground his teeth as her talented mouth fully engulfed his genetically enlarged penis, swallowing the huge sausage as if it were nothing.
    "My God, you are so good," he gasped as her warm wet lips slid up and down on his cock. Her tongue slid along the side of his cock, touching just the right place beneath the circumcised head of his cock. How she knew where to stimulate, he never knew. It was like she could crawl into his mind and feel what he felt. She could, of course. Her empathy implant served that very purpose. Any whore worth her salt, sprang for the most basic of implants. Empathy was a big part of it.
    Nancy stopped and slid her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock. He jerked upright. She gasped in response, feeling the intense pleasure shooting through her own body. They were phantom feelings, of course, not nearly as strong as those in Hugh's own body.
    She bobbed up and down rapidly, then stopped and sucked the head of his cock as her tongue danced across the sensitive head and along the sides. Hugh gave a slight scream and fell back, grasping the blanket in his worn, calloused hands.
    "Oh fuck," he screamed, barely able to endure the wonderful sensation between his legs. He reached down and held Nancy's head in his hand, feeling it's softness and warmth as it bobbed beneath it. Hugh began curling his toes, just second before the big explosion. He held his breath and clenched his ass muscles, before he finally screamed and fell back to the bed again.
    "Yesssss!!!" he screamed, withering on the bed. He looked down at the beautiful face, now sipping his cum, and threw his legs around the incredible beauty. It was only a moment before the entire contents of his loins had passed from his cock, into her mouth and down to her stomach. She smacked her lips and sat up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
    "Incredible!" Hugh gasped, springing up on the bed and pulling her into a hug. "That was fucking incredible."
    "It was a fucking waste," she said with a slight pout on her face. "All that meat and not even one little fuck. I miss the feeling of that huge sausage of yours splitting my tail. When do I get mine?"
    "Next time, I promise," he said, hugging her again. Her eye twitched as she mentally disconnected her empathy chip. She suddenly needed to wash.
    "I think that's what you said last time," she said, climbing to her feet.
    "Did I? Sorry about that. How much time do I have?"
    Nancy looked at the back of her hand. The chronometer chip implanted there ran off the nervous energy of her body.
    "Three fucking hours," she gasped. "Do you want to get cleaned up and try again?" she asked hopefully.
    "No, I've had enough. I was only out for a week. I mostly wanted companionship. Hey, do you play poker?"
    Nancy felt her hackles rise. Didn't he know? She had an empathy chip, a mathematics chip, and about fifteen other's. He didn't have a chance against her.
    "Weren't you ever told, never play poker with a whore?" she said resentfully.
    "No, I don't think so."
    "Well I'm telling you now. Never play poker with a whore, they have an unfair advantage."
    "Chicken?"
    "What?" she asked in amazement.
    "Afraid to lose your hard-earned money," he said, patting the bed. "Afraid of getting fucked by a real man in a man's game?"
    "No, you son-of-a-bitch, I'm not. If you want to lose your money, that's fine with me. But I want an impartial witness, I'm not getting stiffed."
    "Fine."
    "Fine. Elton, get in here," she shouted at the ceiling. She heard the heavy footsteps rushing toward the door. Too late she realized that he expected an emergency. He busted through the door with an enforcer in hand, looking for somebody to shoot. He automatically centered his weapon on Hugh.
    "Whoa," Hugh shouted, holding up his hands.
    "At ease, Elton," Nancy said, holding up a deck of cards from her dresser. "This is a friendly game. Put the gun away."
    "You little bitch," Elton said, wiping the sweat from his bald head. "I lost a year of life getting here."
    "This man wants to play poker," Nancy said incredulously.
    "Are you serious?" Elton gasped.
    "I insist," Hugh said confidently.
    "You'll lose?" Elton shrugged, sitting on the red couch.
    "I think I can beat one little whore," Hugh sneered. Nancy suddenly wondered how she could have liked the guy. He was an asshole. Elton suddenly realized why she wanted to teach him a lesson. He was an asshole.
    "New deck," Nancy said, showing him the seal, then tossing the cards across the table.

    Nancy walked through the BX looking at pressure suits. She found a rack of suits her size and waved to get the clerk's attention.
    "I'll take 7 of these," she pointed. The girl behind the counter hurried up to the rack of suits and began tossing them on the cart.
    "That's a lot of credits," she warned over her shoulder. "Hey, don't you work here?" she asked in surprise.
    "Not any more. I own the Rushmore, a small mining ship. Oh, and I will also need some cleaning supplies, the last captain was a slob.

    Nancy waited for clearance from the tower, then broke connection with the dock. As she drifted away from the Pleasure Palace she looked at the charts, conveniently left by the previous captain. After much study, she decided to follow his leads. If he was right, there was a large deposit of silver on GW3-13. It wouldn't bring her a fortune, but it was a start, and it was close by. He had been too lazy to mine it for so little return. Nancy was not.
    She couldn't wait to fill the hold and return. The Pleasure Palace had a new whore. He was inexperienced, but he had a cock like a sausage. Just what she needed after a long tour in space.
    With a loud, almost insane laugh, Nancy pushed the stick forward and blasted out into the unknown.

Well, she did tell him... "Never play poker with a whore." Serves him right for not listening to a woman. - LOL

Let me know what you think about this story and also about keeping "Saturday Stories" as a weekly feature on "Sex Blogger." And in the mean time... Check out the 3D Sci-Fi Photo Galleries, more "Sex Tales from the Old West" and the rest of the Erotic Adult Stories at "Sex-Fi. Erotic Sci-Fi & Horror Sex Stories."
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Friday, November 1, 2002

Sex Advice from Dear Nina
 

Thursday, October 31, 2002

Happy Halloween - Mwahahahaha!

This happened in a little town in New Mexico, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's absolutely true!

This guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking in the middle of a storm on a very dark night. The night was cold and wet and no cars were going by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.

Suddenly, he saw a car coming towards him and stop a few feet away. The guy, without thinking about it, hops in the car, closes the door - and only then realizes there is nobody behind the wheel!

The car starts moving very slowly. The guy looks at the road and sees a curve coming his way.

Scared, he starts to pray, begging for his life. He hasn't come out of shock when, just before the car hits the curve, a hand appears thru the window and moves the wheel.

The guy, paralyzed in terror, watches how the hand appears every time the car nears a curve.

The guy, gathering strength, finally jumps out of the car and runs all the way to the nearest town. Wet and in shock he goes into a cantina, asks for two shots of tequila, and starts telling everybody about the horrible experience he just went through.

A silence enveloped everybody as they realized the guy was crying hysterically but wasn't drunk.

About half an hour later two guys walk into the same cantina and one says to the other...

"Mira, Pedro, that's the Pendejo that got in the car while we were pushing it!"

LOL - I love that story :o)
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Wednesday, October 30, 2002

Rant! Rant! Rant!

The last couple of days are just those types of days when nothing seems to go right and every little thing just annoys the hell out of me.

1st. I spend a lot of time searching out new directories and search engines to submit my adult sites to. No I do not spam them. As a mater of fact - spamming is really something that annoys the hell out of me. So of course, I do not spam! Anyway, I find new directories and alot of them want me to put a recip link on my site in order to get listed in their directory. This is ok because I usually build a mirror page to put these links on. And I certainly do not do this with every directory, just ones that look pretty good, have few or no pop-ups and of course have some traffic to send. So, I found this new directory (I will not name them because I do not want to give them any traffic) and after putting their link on my site, I submitted to them. But part of their submission policy is that I have to also give them a temporary password to access the site. Most directories have their own passwords to access the major AVS systems, but a few of them don't so I go ahead and give them one. Anyway, to make a long story short... these idiots put my password in big bold letters in the description field of my site and then listed it in their directory. So now, every surfer on the face of the planet has free access to that site. ARGGGGGG!!! Of course as soon as I noticed this, I immediately shot off an e-mail asking them to please remove the password from the description field. No reply! Hours and many free surfers later, I fire off another e-mail. Again no Reply! Now, two days later, they still have not responded to the e-mails, my password is still blazing across their directory and many lucky surfers are getting free access to my site. In the meantime, I'm losing money! This is so dang annoying! Now, because some jerk at some minor search directory is a nimrod, I have to go through a bunch of crap, cancel my password, get a new one and then resubmit my sites (with the new password) to the other directories that require a temp pass. What an annoying hassle and waste of my time!!!

2nd. Still on the line of search engines and idiots that abuse them. I have my sites listed in most of the major search engines and I get quite a bit of traffic from them. This last week my traffic (and sales) have dramatically dropped so I started checking some of the major search engines to see what the problem was and found that other (asshole) webmasters are stealing my traffic by using my EXACT titles and descriptions for their sites. And of course their sites have nothing what-so-ever to do with me! As an example... When some surfer types in Victory Girls Nude Women, my site "Victory Girls - Nude Women of the World" should come up in the number one spot. But Nooooooo... I could not even find my site in the first few pages I checked. But lots of other sites that stole my EXACT description came up. These "so-called" webmasters are so fucking stupid and un-creative, they can't even come up with their own ideas. They have to steal mine. Again... ARGGGGG!!! With this problem, I am really stumped as to what to do about it. If anybody has any suggestions, then please share them with me.

I could rant and rant today, but I have too much other stuff to take care of. Hopefully all will work out and everything will be fine. AND, to all those assholes that are stealing my traffic... Just remember, what goes around comes around and beware when it does!"
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Monday, October 28, 2002

Frenetic Wanderings / Adult Cartoons

A little humor to get your week started.

Frenetic Wanderings / Adult Cartoons - Today is the first in a weekly series of adult comics by renowned cartoon artist Jeff Swenson. Let me know what you think. And in the meantime, give him a click at Swenson Funnies.

LOL - I think that we all know a "Bob."
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Sunday, October 27, 2002

Blogger Babes - Leather & Rocket - A Horrific Tale

Leather and Rocket are Real Twins. They are each 5'3 and weigh approx. 103 lbs. (see this weeks Blogger Babe's Pic).

I saw them at a birthday party (mine) and thought they would be so kewl to photograph together. They were totally dressed like sluts - but not in a bad way. They looked pretty hot, they had attitude and they stood out. Every guy (and a few of the girls) at the party deffo gave them a glance or two, or three. A friend of mine whispered in my ear that he saw them working together in an adult video. My mind went into overdrive. And, since it was my party, I thought it'd be polite of me to introduce myself. I did. They seemed sweet and nice. They were flirty and they were on the prowl for some work. A few days later... we were shooting.

I would like to say that the shoot went well, but I can't! Actually we got a lot done; we did four set-ups at two different locations, but it was not a fun shoot. Remember in the last paragraph I said that the twins had attitude. Well they did! And they brought it to the shoot with them, but it was not good attitude. What happened to the sweet and flirty girls I met at my birthday party? I dunno, but these two hairy creatures swiped their bodies and showed up at the shoot in place of them. Call time at the first location was 9am. The twins showed up at 10 and they were both in a bad mood because they didn't like getting up early. 10am was too early for them. They were getting paid, but they didn't want to be there and they certainly didn't want to put any effort into getting some good shots. It took awhile before I could get them to smile and even longer before I could get them to pose together and look comfortable doing so. But (patting my own back) I'm very good working with people and before too long I had them laughing and having a good time. And I deffo took advantage of those fleeting moments. I snapped away like a madman. But as I was shooting, I could see the evil twins starting to reappear and before too long their heads were spinning around and lightning bolts were shooting out of their eyes. Oh how I wanted this day to be over.

We finished at the first location and headed to the next. A friend of mine has a dungeon (don't ask) in his house and under the circumstances it turned out to be very appropriate for the beasts. Oh how I wanted to lock them inside and throw away the key. But I'm a nice guy and I could not do that (to my friend). It was winter, the dungeon was cold and the witches complained and complained. Usually I don't do this type of thing, but to get even for all their bitching and moaning, I deffo took my time with every shot. By the time we left the dungeon, the shivering critters were too cold to whine about it. It was a mean and vengeful way to shut them up, but it worked - at least for a while.

The next setup was in front of a fireplace and with the heat, the wicked demons thawed out and once again they complained with their forked tongues. Oh what vile creatures these minions be. But again, I'm a professional and could not let these hags get the better of me. I mean... good always prevails over evil. Right? So, once again I turned on the charm and drove the little trolls back from whence they came. Smiles returned all around and we finished the day with enough pictures to give me nightmares for years to come.

If you want to see more of Leather & Rocket, check out "Teen Twins," "Teen Twins in Bondage" and "Masturbation Mirror."
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