Every moment of every day, I think about writing, and then when I finally get a chance to write, what comes out of me are little sensory scenes like below, which are each written stream of conciousness starting... Now:

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It was a beer bong. She knew that. That's what it was supposed to be for. But right now, the leader of the sorority had the long, stout tube in her mouth, her fellow sorority sisters holding the funnel end high. I couldn't control myself anymore. I dove for it. Firm plastic pressing against my head and shoulders. The tight, slightly-yeilding caress of the thick plastic tube as my clothes were forced down my shoulders and my bare flesh slid along. Squeaking, vibrating with friction, trembling with compression. I knew that even though I felt impossibly...
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Been a while. One of these days I'll have to sweep up all of these that weren't posted elsewhere and post them in my gallery. And forgive me if this is similar to some of my other stuff. Sometimes I just want to tell a story and it doesn't matter if I've told it before.

Start 11:36 pm
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Aggie was trembling with excitement. She was nineteen years old and, somehow, had gotten all the way to college without popping her cherry, so to speak. Sure, she'd gotten close, but she was from a small town and as a bi-sexual with a heavy leaning toward other women, she wasn't exactly spoiled for choice among the locals. And very strict parents and very strict internet and media access meant she wasn't even really certain what sex entailed. But now she was in college, and...
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In addition to (and actually as a result of) the aforementioned novel-length story, I just got to look at the thumbnailed first act to a comic I wrote.

It's so good folks. I mean, the comic is so good. The writing is my writing and I'm pathologically incapable of acknowledging quality in that regard. But the comic so perfectly captures the tone and humor and sensation I was hoping for.

Again, still cooking. You'll get a chance to see it eventually. But I am so happy.

I just finished the first draft of a novel-length collaboration. I'm feeling downright authorly. But it'll be a long while before it's fully cooked. Just wanted to let folks know I'm still kicking. I've been quietly finishing stories and sooner or later I'll unleash a cluster of them.

I've been not writing things and I wanna write a thing. Plus I have this whole second setup in my apartment for writing and it has a really nice keyboard and I want to use it.

Start 10:50 pm

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When he'd finally convinced his girlfriend to have a three-way with her roommate, he didn't expect for it to be this boring. Sure, doing it with two girls was supposed to be a dream come true. But as they moved on to their second hour of the menage a troi and he'd yet to do anything but hump his girlfriend while she ate out her roommate, he was beginning to wonder if maybe this was less about giving him the gift of a threeway and more about her having a crush on her roommate and wanting to screw her without breaking up with him.

He'd become so...
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I've mentioned elsewhere that I've been having some difficulty finishing stuff. I tend to get about 1/3rd of the way into an idea and abandon it after that. I recently swept together the piles of stuff, and did a short piece that actually mattered, so now I'm going to make a list of the pending stories and maybe you folks tell me which one you'd most like to see finished. Maybe if people actually want something from me I'll feel compelled to finish something.

It was easier if they didn’t wake up: A woman tries to quietly eat her sleeping partner.

Kaiju Cage: A man discovers a cage he bought for his Gecko is alive and feeds on affection, growing enormous from his gushing about how much he likes it. He ends up inside the cage.

Offerings: A guy...
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I've been doing microfiction for each of the prompts for Voretober 2024. If I succeed, I'll post the whole shebang here as one big vignette post. If I fail... I guess I'll post the ones I wrote. Which at this point is like six.

Here, have the first one.
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Space
“I’ve developed a brand new technique!” she said.

“Technique for what?” he asked.

“A few minutes ago I swallowed a portal generator. So now all I need is this remote for it and this funnel. After that, it’s all about timing.”

“Since when do you have a portal generator? And why did you swallow it? You aren’t making any sen–”

“Now I’ll set the exit portal’s coordinates to deep space. Then I put the funnel in my mouth like a trumpet, and…”
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I'm alive, I swear. Just not... present. Like, I'm here, I'm at the computer. But nobody's home. Marloweny is not very Marloweny. I'm Marlownish at best. Marlowenesque. Thinking? Can't much do it. Been like that a while. Probably gonna be like that a while longer. You'd never believe the number of stories I've written the first 2/3rds of and then just conked out and failed to finish. So many. My mind is a radio tuned between stations. Just buzzing and whistling. But It's Saturday Night, I'm alone, and I have keys in front of me. So let's see if we can wring some horny out.

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Margaret was at the bar. She really didn't know why. She'd been having no luck at all meeting guys. It had been like three days since a guy had even LOOKED at her. In fact, right now, the...
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===Costume===
The tiny trotted across the street, eager to go to her first costume party and get something to eat. She was wearing a cute little pixie outfit. A bit on the nose, but her choices at her size were sort of limited. But it suited her, and she liked it.

“Oh my gosh! You’re so cute!” remarked a lovely, plump, full-sized woman, leaning down to look the three inch woman over.

“Oh, thank you! Um, are you going to this costume party?”

“Yep!”

“But you’re not wearing a costume.”

“Not yet!”

Before the tiny could ask any other questions, the full-grown woman shoved her fingers into her mouth. They were basically bigger than her head, so when they wedged inside, her mouth stretched enormously. But it was...
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I'll wrap all of these up into one big official gallery submission if I actually end up doing all 31.

==Welcome==

“Oh My Gosh you’re home!” she squealed.

They’d been apart for two weeks, but she’d been missing him terribly. Now he’d finally made it to the baggage claim area, where they’d agreed to meet. Her boobs wobbled as she bounded toward him. When she finally pounced upon him with a warm, desperate embrace, the soft flesh practically engulfed him.

“Welcome home, welcome home! I missed you so much!” she said.

She rocked him side to side and squeezed him tighter. The edge of her top eased down a bit, his chin hooking over it and mashing his face into her cleavage.

“Don’t ever go away again!”

She...
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