and the others.
i'm just awful and slow about things, and i'm busy at work, but like, actually enjoying work and the busy-ness it entails, so that's weird but good?
but i've had tabs open for like a month, so here's some stories you should read instead:
Pony Girl
Pony Girl 2
Dungeon Museum
Dungeon Museum 2
i'm way behind on this one, but here's chapter 9 of Gumdrop. i need to catch up, because it's awesome.
that one came from Steel Rapt Stories, which is a wonderful way to discover new stories, and i'm pretty sure i know who is running it, but that's not important, how great the stories are that are curated there is.
finally, i've gotten caught up in the stories of DjEtla. these are way more extreme, which probably means i should relax more and not stress out about work, but this is me ignoring sense and pushing my brain as hard as i can.
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Saturday, July 20, 2019
Sunday, August 16, 2015
"what have you done this weekend, sammy?"
mostly masturbate. a lot. because i'm totally got things in order in my life.
last year, i mentioned sumomodou, with a link to a post that i took down during the porn purge at blogger that didn't happen. the stories in that post are this one, and the sequel.
and i think i linked to this before, but here it is again.
so yeah. a lot of terrible garbage porn, all weekend long.
last year, i mentioned sumomodou, with a link to a post that i took down during the porn purge at blogger that didn't happen. the stories in that post are this one, and the sequel.
and i think i linked to this before, but here it is again.
so yeah. a lot of terrible garbage porn, all weekend long.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
this is like the same story, told three times.
time one.
time two.
time three.
original pixiv source.
it doesn't really have an ending. in none of the three parts. i guess that's the point, though.
time two.
time three.
original pixiv source.
it doesn't really have an ending. in none of the three parts. i guess that's the point, though.
Monday, June 29, 2015
carmilla.
carmilla
i did carmilla.
and this new one.
i was all "fuck all this shit. fuck it all. this shit? fuck it!" until chapter 11. out of like 38 or something. i hope they figure out how much they're fucking it up.
but i'm kind of getting it, so i'm not so so hard "fuck it" as i was. i'm going to go watch episodes 12-38+, so i might totally change this around, but right now, i'm giving it a weak "go see this".
if you care.
if not, i'm going to give you a super sweaty hug!
*gross!*
Sunday, June 28, 2015
six early morning half asleep horror dreams
"nightmares" i guess is the word. then two links.
1. "61:12"
i'm leaving a meeting at work, and turn the corner in the hallway, only to be stopped by someone from high school. i haven't seen her since then. "they're having sex!" she maniacally cackles at me.
"what?"
she points down at a pile of three pink throw pillows next to the wall. "they're having sex!"
i wander away, and try to find my office. i open a door, and inside is a brightly decorated place, with all sorts of plants and photos and filled in calendars. "whoops, wrong office," i think to myself. "good thing no one was naked inside." i go down a few more doors, and open my office. it's completely empty except for my desk and a cardboard box. it's a drab grey color, and it seems to suck all the color out of everything. i go in and sit down.
i wake up with a start, realizing that i must have fallen asleep at work. i look around, but the office door is closed, so no one would have seen me sleeping. i look at the clock, and it tells me it's 61:12 o'clock. i get up to look at it, and i see outside the window that the sky is the color of fire, and everything else is a ashy grey color.
2. "eyes"
i'm at home, watching stuff on youtube. my laptop screen flashes, and then goes black. i jab at the keyboard to make it come back, and it shows like three different half illuminated scenes all at once. the video i was watching, words typing, and some other video. they're overlaid and mixed together, like it's trying to display all of them at the same time. i close and open the screen to make it reset, and it eventually switches back to the youtube video. but it's all wrong. the tv show or whatever it's from doesn't work right. characters stop mid sentence and turn to look at me. it then switches to a different scene, but they all degenerate the same way.
3. "eyes 2"
i've just gotten out of the shower, and i'm using the one towel that's just slightly smaller than my other towels, so it's hard to pull around and keep closed. but i'm also at work, and two people from another department have stopped by. "we need you to do this thing for us," they start. it doesn't matter that they're not my boss, and that i have no idea how to do what they want because it's not something i know how to do, they keep insisting that i have to do this for them. while i'm trying very hard to not be completely naked at work.
more people stop by, and set up a conference around my desk. at least while i'm sitting, i only need to keep one side totally covered. there are like seven other people talking, and i kind of fade back, letting them all shout over each other about this project they want me to do. i look up, and they're all staring at me. not talking, not doing anything else, just staring. they way they're doing it, it's no longer like they're seven people, but just one mind with seven appendages.
this is the point where i realize that i know it's a dream, and that i can do things. i'm the thing they're attached to. i make them all flail their heads around and gibber. i look away and look back, and they're staring again, but they have no eyes. i look away and look back, and all their faces are scrambled. a mouth is added to replace an eye. eyes replace noses. but due to some reason, the eyes are identical, as are the mouths. i can only replace things if everything is the same across all of the people.
4. "car"
i have some friends at my house. we're going to go somewhere. i'm going to drive, but my car is filled with trash. "give me a minute, and i'll clear this out." i start throwing empty water bottles and fast food napkins into a trash bag, but things don't seem to get better. by the time i have the front seat done, it's been like an hour of work. no one else seems to be helping, so i try to see what they've been doing.
i get out of the car, and there is a table and chairs set up in the parking space next to mine. "where did that come from?"
"your trunk"
"i don't have that. put that back, because my neighbor might come home and get angry that she can't park in her space." i start to work on the back seat, but they keep taking more furniture out of my trunk, cluttering up the entire garage. i walk around, and one of the friends is closing the trunk lid. "stop that! i want to see inside!" she stares at me while she closes the trunk, but before it shuts, i see that there's just a black nothing inside it.
5. "return flight"
i'm coming home after visiting friends, and i'm trying to check in at the airport. but there aren't any regular check in lines, just a maze like room filled with different machines. there are workers standing around, but none of them are helping people find a machine or anything. they're all labeled like "only for GZYP!" and "MMM users!" none of that makes any sense. i finally stop at one labeled "for YM" and try to check in. i fumble for a card, and it beeps, and shows my name. the screen turns on, but it's facing the ceiling, so it's at a weird angle for me. i see it's hinged, so i pull it up so i can see it better. however, instead of just being flat, it's showing me like a 3d projection of the plane, with my seat highlighted. as i move the screen, everything overlaps because they just rotate with the screen. "it's for taller people," i say to myself.
i keep trying to check in, and i notice that the plane is too short. those tiny planes don't fly to hawaii. i click on something, and it shows that i'm flying from san francisco to oakland, then to boston, london, and tokyo. i start to panic, because it's like all the places i've ever looked at to fly to are in this one ticket. i look around to see who i can talk to to change it so i can just go home, but no one seems to care. my breathing speeds up, and i can feel the panic attack hit.
i slump over the machine, and look up to see a group of people walk up to an old lady. "let us help you get this all sorted out," they say to her. i wave wildly at them, struggling to not choke as my panicked breathing flutters in and out. one of the workers looks over at me, frowns, and then continues to ignore me.
6. "ghosts"
i've somehow got some gunk on my fingers, and need to wash it off. i walk to the "bathroom" in the apartment building (that isn't mine, and i'm not sure what it is). i see someone who helps me get the door open, and i walk in and turn on the light. it's not a real bathroom, but a long hallway that turns to the right. in the corner, there's a sink though. i walk down to the sink, and glance down past the corner, seeing two or three people going into their rooms.
i wash my hands, keeping my back to the wall because something feels weird. i look back down the hallway, and there are now clearly two people going into their room. one is a very old man, and he walks in a halting stumble. just as he gets to the door, the woman further down the hallway glides to her door. i look over to get some paper towels, and i look back the way i came. a short pregnant lady is walking towards me, then turns, and goes to her room.
i look back behind me, and the old man and woman have reset, and are returning to their rooms again. i start to walk back to the doorway, pausing slightly to avoid the pregnant woman, and then dashing past as she reaches her door.
===
maybe not the best, or even properly scary if you don't have the half-asleep brain state, but since they all piled up this morning, i felt i either had to write them down or proper wake up to flush them out of my head. i'd forgotten the car one until i started writing, and went back to add that back in.
anyway, link 1. i think i've linked to this before, but hopefully everyone is reading the sunstone stuff at deviant art. it's really good stuff. bondage, sex, realistically misunderstood feelings and relationship stuff. this one was particularly funny to me.
link 2. i saw it this morning and it made me giggle, so i'm sharing it here for you too. i hope pswkua does more short story stuff.
1. "61:12"
i'm leaving a meeting at work, and turn the corner in the hallway, only to be stopped by someone from high school. i haven't seen her since then. "they're having sex!" she maniacally cackles at me.
"what?"
she points down at a pile of three pink throw pillows next to the wall. "they're having sex!"
i wander away, and try to find my office. i open a door, and inside is a brightly decorated place, with all sorts of plants and photos and filled in calendars. "whoops, wrong office," i think to myself. "good thing no one was naked inside." i go down a few more doors, and open my office. it's completely empty except for my desk and a cardboard box. it's a drab grey color, and it seems to suck all the color out of everything. i go in and sit down.
i wake up with a start, realizing that i must have fallen asleep at work. i look around, but the office door is closed, so no one would have seen me sleeping. i look at the clock, and it tells me it's 61:12 o'clock. i get up to look at it, and i see outside the window that the sky is the color of fire, and everything else is a ashy grey color.
2. "eyes"
i'm at home, watching stuff on youtube. my laptop screen flashes, and then goes black. i jab at the keyboard to make it come back, and it shows like three different half illuminated scenes all at once. the video i was watching, words typing, and some other video. they're overlaid and mixed together, like it's trying to display all of them at the same time. i close and open the screen to make it reset, and it eventually switches back to the youtube video. but it's all wrong. the tv show or whatever it's from doesn't work right. characters stop mid sentence and turn to look at me. it then switches to a different scene, but they all degenerate the same way.
3. "eyes 2"
i've just gotten out of the shower, and i'm using the one towel that's just slightly smaller than my other towels, so it's hard to pull around and keep closed. but i'm also at work, and two people from another department have stopped by. "we need you to do this thing for us," they start. it doesn't matter that they're not my boss, and that i have no idea how to do what they want because it's not something i know how to do, they keep insisting that i have to do this for them. while i'm trying very hard to not be completely naked at work.
more people stop by, and set up a conference around my desk. at least while i'm sitting, i only need to keep one side totally covered. there are like seven other people talking, and i kind of fade back, letting them all shout over each other about this project they want me to do. i look up, and they're all staring at me. not talking, not doing anything else, just staring. they way they're doing it, it's no longer like they're seven people, but just one mind with seven appendages.
this is the point where i realize that i know it's a dream, and that i can do things. i'm the thing they're attached to. i make them all flail their heads around and gibber. i look away and look back, and they're staring again, but they have no eyes. i look away and look back, and all their faces are scrambled. a mouth is added to replace an eye. eyes replace noses. but due to some reason, the eyes are identical, as are the mouths. i can only replace things if everything is the same across all of the people.
4. "car"
i have some friends at my house. we're going to go somewhere. i'm going to drive, but my car is filled with trash. "give me a minute, and i'll clear this out." i start throwing empty water bottles and fast food napkins into a trash bag, but things don't seem to get better. by the time i have the front seat done, it's been like an hour of work. no one else seems to be helping, so i try to see what they've been doing.
i get out of the car, and there is a table and chairs set up in the parking space next to mine. "where did that come from?"
"your trunk"
"i don't have that. put that back, because my neighbor might come home and get angry that she can't park in her space." i start to work on the back seat, but they keep taking more furniture out of my trunk, cluttering up the entire garage. i walk around, and one of the friends is closing the trunk lid. "stop that! i want to see inside!" she stares at me while she closes the trunk, but before it shuts, i see that there's just a black nothing inside it.
5. "return flight"
i'm coming home after visiting friends, and i'm trying to check in at the airport. but there aren't any regular check in lines, just a maze like room filled with different machines. there are workers standing around, but none of them are helping people find a machine or anything. they're all labeled like "only for GZYP!" and "MMM users!" none of that makes any sense. i finally stop at one labeled "for YM" and try to check in. i fumble for a card, and it beeps, and shows my name. the screen turns on, but it's facing the ceiling, so it's at a weird angle for me. i see it's hinged, so i pull it up so i can see it better. however, instead of just being flat, it's showing me like a 3d projection of the plane, with my seat highlighted. as i move the screen, everything overlaps because they just rotate with the screen. "it's for taller people," i say to myself.
i keep trying to check in, and i notice that the plane is too short. those tiny planes don't fly to hawaii. i click on something, and it shows that i'm flying from san francisco to oakland, then to boston, london, and tokyo. i start to panic, because it's like all the places i've ever looked at to fly to are in this one ticket. i look around to see who i can talk to to change it so i can just go home, but no one seems to care. my breathing speeds up, and i can feel the panic attack hit.
i slump over the machine, and look up to see a group of people walk up to an old lady. "let us help you get this all sorted out," they say to her. i wave wildly at them, struggling to not choke as my panicked breathing flutters in and out. one of the workers looks over at me, frowns, and then continues to ignore me.
6. "ghosts"
i've somehow got some gunk on my fingers, and need to wash it off. i walk to the "bathroom" in the apartment building (that isn't mine, and i'm not sure what it is). i see someone who helps me get the door open, and i walk in and turn on the light. it's not a real bathroom, but a long hallway that turns to the right. in the corner, there's a sink though. i walk down to the sink, and glance down past the corner, seeing two or three people going into their rooms.
i wash my hands, keeping my back to the wall because something feels weird. i look back down the hallway, and there are now clearly two people going into their room. one is a very old man, and he walks in a halting stumble. just as he gets to the door, the woman further down the hallway glides to her door. i look over to get some paper towels, and i look back the way i came. a short pregnant lady is walking towards me, then turns, and goes to her room.
i look back behind me, and the old man and woman have reset, and are returning to their rooms again. i start to walk back to the doorway, pausing slightly to avoid the pregnant woman, and then dashing past as she reaches her door.
===
maybe not the best, or even properly scary if you don't have the half-asleep brain state, but since they all piled up this morning, i felt i either had to write them down or proper wake up to flush them out of my head. i'd forgotten the car one until i started writing, and went back to add that back in.
anyway, link 1. i think i've linked to this before, but hopefully everyone is reading the sunstone stuff at deviant art. it's really good stuff. bondage, sex, realistically misunderstood feelings and relationship stuff. this one was particularly funny to me.
link 2. i saw it this morning and it made me giggle, so i'm sharing it here for you too. i hope pswkua does more short story stuff.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
i don't know
Being A Nude Cam Model
'They Made it Into a Joke': A Q&A With a Brain-Injured Dominatrix
just, be nice to people, i guess.
'They Made it Into a Joke': A Q&A With a Brain-Injured Dominatrix
just, be nice to people, i guess.
Monday, November 10, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
two things, and i should try not to do late night posts in the future.
thing 1: remember when i liked this story, and suggested other people might as well? there are more parts now, and i just read them today, and i liked them as well, but i totally hate sophia. she's just awful, and the fact that i feel so strongly about a character in a story says something.
i really wish i could do dialogue as well as jess does. it's just so fluid and natural, and i tend to gag characters just so they don't have to say anything. i should work on that.
thing 2: i keep getting "go read this group" things on motherless for this creepypasta thing. my understanding is that this works by taking a story that's like "something spooky was hidden in darkness. it came out and killed people. ignore the fact that only the dead people could have written this down. it's super scary. aren't you scared?" then, next step is to type it all down somewhere. finally, you take a picture of all the text, because that's the best way to tell a story. as a picture of the words that you can then put someplace.
i read like a dozen or so of them, and they're all so weirdly bad. like you follow a character's perspective until they die, and then you see an aftermath? how do we know how they died if the spooky ghost monster thing disappeared and was never seen again?
maybe i'm just super jaded because when i get nightmares, i get super bad nightmares. when i was on one of my anti-crazy drugs, they got a lot worse, but i switched back off that pretty quickly.
i really wish i could do dialogue as well as jess does. it's just so fluid and natural, and i tend to gag characters just so they don't have to say anything. i should work on that.
thing 2: i keep getting "go read this group" things on motherless for this creepypasta thing. my understanding is that this works by taking a story that's like "something spooky was hidden in darkness. it came out and killed people. ignore the fact that only the dead people could have written this down. it's super scary. aren't you scared?" then, next step is to type it all down somewhere. finally, you take a picture of all the text, because that's the best way to tell a story. as a picture of the words that you can then put someplace.
i read like a dozen or so of them, and they're all so weirdly bad. like you follow a character's perspective until they die, and then you see an aftermath? how do we know how they died if the spooky ghost monster thing disappeared and was never seen again?
maybe i'm just super jaded because when i get nightmares, i get super bad nightmares. when i was on one of my anti-crazy drugs, they got a lot worse, but i switched back off that pretty quickly.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
huh. that was weird
The Tales of Gnosis College.
i found an image on motherless, i looked for the author/artist names on google, and found that. i was not expecting porn on internet archive. i guess the guy put it there?
i'm not even going to try to explain what's going on. it's not really "good," but it's definitely "interesting."
read volume 2 if you want a quick look. it's really the most porn-y of them all, with a minimum of the weird crazy backstory stuff that doesn't really work for me. and definitely stick through it to chapter 5 towards the end for the story that made me read the other parts that come after (they're not as good).
i'm going to tag things i saw, and you'll just have to accept that i don't have tags for all the weird stuff.
i found an image on motherless, i looked for the author/artist names on google, and found that. i was not expecting porn on internet archive. i guess the guy put it there?
i'm not even going to try to explain what's going on. it's not really "good," but it's definitely "interesting."
read volume 2 if you want a quick look. it's really the most porn-y of them all, with a minimum of the weird crazy backstory stuff that doesn't really work for me. and definitely stick through it to chapter 5 towards the end for the story that made me read the other parts that come after (they're not as good).
i'm going to tag things i saw, and you'll just have to accept that i don't have tags for all the weird stuff.
Friday, May 23, 2014
i want to brag about people i know who are artists.
first, Mr Veterinarian. he's totally on some kind of hiatus now, but i'm sure he'll be back one day to post even more cooler pictures than he's already done. and that reminds me, i owe him a story at some point.
second, Mr Sador. he's been super cool with me stealing his wonderful image for my header, and although he's kind of often too harsh for me (i like arms!), he's really a great guy.
Mr Christopher, who mostly doesn't do art anymore, but makes beautiful leather to put on people to make them into art. i dare you to read his blog and not wish he'd make something, and put it on you so you can't escape.
Mr Hazy Cosmic Joe, who i know told me his real name on email, but i can't remember it now, so i'm going with the deviant art thing, and yes, i get that this is a really shitty "i know this person, but i needed one more, and we've done email before, so it's nearly like we're friends, just be cool about it, ok?" this was seriously one of my very first experiences with bondage stuff, and if you like crazy sammy today, it's probably because of this stuff.
second, Mr Sador. he's been super cool with me stealing his wonderful image for my header, and although he's kind of often too harsh for me (i like arms!), he's really a great guy.
Mr Christopher, who mostly doesn't do art anymore, but makes beautiful leather to put on people to make them into art. i dare you to read his blog and not wish he'd make something, and put it on you so you can't escape.
Mr Hazy Cosmic Joe, who i know told me his real name on email, but i can't remember it now, so i'm going with the deviant art thing, and yes, i get that this is a really shitty "i know this person, but i needed one more, and we've done email before, so it's nearly like we're friends, just be cool about it, ok?" this was seriously one of my very first experiences with bondage stuff, and if you like crazy sammy today, it's probably because of this stuff.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
stuff
i saw this news story today, and was kind of surprised. i was like "holy crap! i've seen her in something, like an insex video or something! i remember her crying!" if that article is right, it sounds like she should win her lawsuit, because that doesn't sound at all cool. also, it's a shame to hear that she was abused. it seems like that's a lead in to weird stuff for a lot of people.
then i went and tried to find out where i remembered her, but didn't find anything, but i did find this series which i really liked (the gallery is sorted wrong, so you have to read backwards). strapped into a big steel frame thingy fully clothed, given an enema (piss enema?), forced to release into her clothes, then strip down and clean it up with her filthy clothes, rinsed off, second enema (i really thought she would end up bathing in the tub she released in), really cool bolted collar and frame chair, boring spanking stuff (sure, ok, it's insex, they do more pain that i really like), then the girl who's been locked in the cage in the background the whole time is hogtied, suspended, and forced onto the first girl's face, so she has to eat her out. really nice theme, although they could have skipped the spanking and doubled on the filth.
i'm also doing a sequel to the last story, mostly because i had the main idea, and then this secondary theme popped into my head, and it was just too good to not do. i'd probably have more written by now, but the stupid winds have been from the wrong way all weekend and week, and so it's muggy and unpleasant in my apartment, so writing stuff just gets sticky and not fun. anyway, just a note. there might be another after that, because this other idea is kind of cool too, but it won't fit into this one, so it has to go somewhere.
so yeah.
stuff.
then i went and tried to find out where i remembered her, but didn't find anything, but i did find this series which i really liked (the gallery is sorted wrong, so you have to read backwards). strapped into a big steel frame thingy fully clothed, given an enema (piss enema?), forced to release into her clothes, then strip down and clean it up with her filthy clothes, rinsed off, second enema (i really thought she would end up bathing in the tub she released in), really cool bolted collar and frame chair, boring spanking stuff (sure, ok, it's insex, they do more pain that i really like), then the girl who's been locked in the cage in the background the whole time is hogtied, suspended, and forced onto the first girl's face, so she has to eat her out. really nice theme, although they could have skipped the spanking and doubled on the filth.
i'm also doing a sequel to the last story, mostly because i had the main idea, and then this secondary theme popped into my head, and it was just too good to not do. i'd probably have more written by now, but the stupid winds have been from the wrong way all weekend and week, and so it's muggy and unpleasant in my apartment, so writing stuff just gets sticky and not fun. anyway, just a note. there might be another after that, because this other idea is kind of cool too, but it won't fit into this one, so it has to go somewhere.
so yeah.
stuff.
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