Carry On

Death waits for no one he whispered in her ear as they walked in the mausoleum. The moon hangs low in the evening sky, blood red as it kisses the horizon lifting slowly into the sky. Fucking hard as the thumping racing blood engorged the moments then released in volleys of sticky thick liquid that coated the surface. No words needed, the truth was known going in. One would give way to the need of the other, a perfect sacrifice. A life of lusty and abhorrent desire laid bare as nothing is held back, everything ripped through and explored.  A lover’s last kiss leaves the pale corpse sprawled across the marble surface. Long thin fingers dripping with crimson leave their longing last embrace in red tendrils on the colorless face. A scream shattered the night, not the lover that lay in ghostly pallor, rather the remainder as she now was filled with his seed. She would carry on the legacy.


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Harry and Meg

Every time Harry scolded Meg she felt like a little kid again. Back in the living room as her father reprimanded her for something she had done. The similarities were uncanny, Meg went for a younger version of the man that she shamefully admitted to Harry was the first fantasy she could remember. Though little more than a little girl’s crush she retold how she had “borrowed” her mother make-up and dressed up to get the handsome man’s attention. There in the hall way with her princess crown on, a bright red boa, and her favorite blue Cinderella dress she waited till he got home from his day at the garage. Leaning back on the wall as he walked in the house, she recited the words her mother often used when her father greeted her in the kitchen. “Hey big man, how was your day.” There was a look of surprise and then adoration for his daughter as he immediately called for his wife to come see. A five year old’s version of getting a guy attention ended with some laughter and a good face scrubbing. There was also a talking to about how one day she would fine her own man to dress up for but daddy belonged to mommy.

The first time she saw Harry he was working on his ‘70 Challenger. The gasoline and grease smell were an instant aphrodisiac, when Harry stood up with his wild brown hair and the black smudge across his forehead Meg was smitten. One look into those deep blue eyes and she was lost, he made her feel weak in the knees though she had no idea how he could do this so easy. Ten years her senior and a simple trade school education, he was a far cry for the college guys Meg normally dated. After a couple dates he suggested she spend the night, she agreed and a few days later they were moved in together. It was a torrid whirlwind of excitement for Meg as she quickly learned that Harry was a very complex and intriguing man. His poems would set her soul on fire and make her need to be ravaged by him. As they set by the fireplace one night harry seemed a little nervous as he opened a book Meg had never scene.

“I want to share something with you.” he stumbled over his words for a second.

Mag was intrigued as he had always seemed so self-assured.

“Please do. I always love your writing.” She beamed inside as he was going to share something extremely personal with her.

The poem was only a page long but it held imagery that shook Meg. A man seducing and overpowering the woman of his desires. There was a deep silence after the reading as Meg felt a stirring of something deeper she had never known while trying desperately to ignore the obvious arousal in Harry.

“So, what did you think?”

Meg fumbled for a minute, his eyes piercing into her as if he was looking into her soul. She turned away feeling herself drift into the little girl being questioned. Harry put his hand under her chin and turned her back toward him.

“Well Meg? What did you think of it?” his tone much firmer now.

Meg shuddered as her sudden flash of arousal confused her as it took over.

“It was good.” She stammered

“Good? You can do better than that.” He scolded

“I liked it?” Meg’s reply sounded more like a question as Harry studied her

“You are being coy. You never have a lack of words. Now you will have to be punished.” He said in a stern voice

The words stunned Meg, this was something new to their relationship. He didn’t warn her as he pushed her over his lap. Suddenly he pulled her sweat pants own exposing her naked butt. His strong bare hand issues six firm smacks, alternating sides as Meg felt the flush of shame, arousal and a need grow inside her. A sudden burst of emotions as Meg felt the tears well up then she started crying. She tried to never cry, but this was something different, like a surge. Harry let her tears flow as his hand went back and forth side to side. Hard enough to be felt, but not meant to be painful. Tears flowed, sobbing and blubbering as she turned into a ragdoll on his lap. His position shifted a little as he continued to swat her pink bum, his free hand now toying and teasing the folds of her pussy. She didn’t realize she had become wet till his finger slipped easily into her. The flood that crashed over her was enormous as she screamed in the release flowing through her body like a tidal wave. His rhythm slowed till his hand just lay firm on her. Her sniffs and ragged breaths as her mind tried to process what had happened were silenced as Harry stood her up and pulled her sweat pants up. His soft kiss on her forehead as his arms wrapped around her gave her the safe place to melt into.

“So what did you think of my poem?” he asked with a soft kindness now.

“It was provocative and alluring, it made me feel things I am trying to process through.” She said half muffled with her head buried in his chest.

The lingering smell of gasoline and grease from his day at the shop radiated off him as she felt herself lost and yet found. The hand on her backside had fired off a twist of emotions and desires. Wicked, unspoken, taboo in the deepest places of her heart and soul. It could take her days or weeks to process through them, Harry was a man of action though and right now Meg defiantly needed action as she ran her nails down his chest. She looked up into his eyes.

“Hey big man, how way our day?”


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Purple Hooter Shooter

1/2 oz. (15ml) Vodka
1/2 oz. (15ml) Raspberry Liqueur
Splash Lemon Lime Soda

I looked at the bar tending card again. This new job was going to be the death of me, mixed drinks were defiantly not my specialty. A scotch on the rock, or seven and seven sure, that was easy. When it comes to a screaming orgasm, slippery nipple, cum shot and a purple hooter shooter all ordered at once it gets a bit mind blowing, at least at first. Sam just watched as I struggled, he was little help, being born to a Mormon family he didn’t drink, or do most the things I considered exciting.

“Man why are you so tense?” Sam inquired.

“I have to be able to make several drinks to pass the test to get this stupid job. Who knew working at a bar would be so difficult.” I shot back

“I wouldn’t know” Sam replied a little sheepishly.

Every time his past caused a ripple in understanding of others he would hang his head like he was ashamed. The dark lock of curly hair falling down over his sea green eyes made him look so shy and vulnerable. His growing up on a farm though gave him a buff body that I would have killed for. Broad chest, toned arms and legs that I would see on the rare occasions when he would race from the shower to his closet to get dressed. He was so pent up and I knew his parents weren’t happy he chose a secular college but he wanted to be a veterinarian to help out more in his community. In our dorm room was just us, two guy forced to live together from different worlds.

“Sam, why don’t you quiz me and see if any of it has stuck in my brain.” I joked

“Keven, you know I don’t approve of…”

I cut him off “Anything that would defile the body, for it is a temple unto the lord.” I said with a sneer

“So you have been listening” He replied with a half-smile.

That smile, oh it made me think all kind of all kinds of impure ways I would love to defile his temple. Boyish, shy and alluring, as if he was deliberately being coy and playful one minute, then the next he was back to the guy beyond reproach from Utah. I saw him watching me study sometime, a psychology degree seemed like a good idea at the time, right now it seemed overly ambitious.

I was falling behind in my studies and to make things worse I needed to get a job to pay for my books. The story of a college town, all the grocery stores and places like that that were geared for students weren’t hiring. The only place hiring was the local bar. Less time to study and more temptation to get loose and party but the bar seemed to be the only place that I had a shot at.

Sam walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“Why make those at all?” his question seemed genuine

“To enjoy a different flavors while having fun.” I responded slightly annoyed.

“Oh, I had no idea there were so many.” Was all he said.

“It is so everyone can find a flavor they like, see this one uses raspberry and lime, it is a little sweat and tart. There are others that use coffee, or are sweet. It all depends on what the person likes.”

“So if I liked coconut for instance?”

Then you would love Malibu.” I said with a smile.

“The city?” he asked puzzled

I couldn’t help but laugh. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“No my friend, the rum. It tasted just like coconuts and chilled you can’t even taste the alcohol.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head. When he turned to walk away I stood up. Without warning he spun around and now we were inches from each other. I don’t know why or what had possessed me but he had been driving me crazy for so long. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.  There was no resistance or pulling back. Sam just melted into the kiss like we had been lovers for years. As we broke the kiss I felt flushed as his face was crimson but I could defiantly tell he was aroused.

“Keven?” his voice shook “Why, what..” words escaped him.

I realized I had crossed the line but it was too late, the deed was done. In for a penny, in for a pound. I leaned in and kissed him again. This time no room for regrets as I put my hand on the back of his neck. I ran my other hand slowly down his chest and stomach till my eager hand was firmly resting over the budge in his pants.

“Don’t think, just feel and enjoy.” I whispered in his ear.

I don’t know if he even heard what I said as his moan crested over parted lips. With no more force than the push of a kiss to his neck I sat Sam on the edge of his bed. Then pulled his shirt off exposing his magnificent ripped body. Kissing and working my way over his beautiful bronze flesh I made sure to suck and nip each breast, his nipple as hard as pebbles and I unzipped his pants and freed his trapped cock. A few strokes and his pre-cum was coating his shaft and my hand as I gave no mercy and pushed him to the impending edge. His cries of “Oh God, and moans of pleasure I am sure could be heard in the hall. It wasn’t till I placed the head of his beautiful cock in my mouth that he lost all control.

No warning as he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down as he thrust upwards. He might have been raised to be a good boy but his body defiantly was built for sinful pleasures. It caught me off guard as I gagged from the sudden intrusion to the back of my throat. I relaxed as best I could as he thrust hard. My mind suddenly went to the thoughts of all the forced face fucking videos I had seen. This was exactly like one of those. I knew I had no way to stop him as he pumped and thrust till suddenly his body went ridged. A slew of barely understandable words escaping as he roared and flooded my mouth with his hot cum. I wasn’t going to let this go to waste as I greedily tried to swallow every drop.

I felt his climax slowing as I made sure I nursed every drop from his balls. I looked up with tears streaming down my face as his eyes were welled with tears as well. I gave a smile looked at him with his cock still in my mouth.

“You,” he gasped “are the devil.”

I chuckled as I sucked and let the head pop out of my mouth.

“So shall I flog you for your sins? Or would you like me to continue to bring you pleasure?”

“Pleasure, please.” He replied

I could tell Sam had never experienced anything like that and our remaining years together were a torrid time of experiments with trial and error. He went on to become a successful veterinarian. I still laugh every time someone orders a purple hooter shooter, the memories it brings I will always treasure.

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Unexpected friend

Continued from Smut Relay part 9 – Dropping Anchor By Cousin Pons


The row on the deck was brief, most never even knew fate was breathing down their neck. Jay saw his crew that would normally have stopped this intruder each laying in a pool of their own blood. Only the sixth man even put of what was an attempt at a fight but Ben had taken them all by surprise. His white cotton shirt and pants now splattered with the blood of the former crew.

“’Hello Eleanor, my apologies about the mess but you said you wanted a private meeting with the three of us. They seemed like they would get in the way.” His thick accent had grown from years of living in the beautiful sun soaked island

Jay looked in shock, his men weren’t the best by any means but each could hold their own in a fight. This Ben took the out like he was taking a stroll down the boardwalk.

“What, you thought I would be afraid to get my own hands dirty? I just keep Clarence around in case someone tries to catch me when we are at the studio.”

The brutish big man stood at the railing just observing everything that was going on. He was tall and looked like a walking muscle mass. The gun on his hip was just added firepower. He didn’t say a word, as the sun beat down on his bald head. His dark face almost obsidian showed signs of a hard life as there were several scars evident.

Jay stammered as he tried to regain his composure. “Ellie what is going on?”

Eleanor was enjoying this moment to shock Jay and rearrange his perfect plans.

“Jay he is, or should I saw was, Elizabeth’s father.”

Both men looked shocked for a moment. Ben recovered faster.

“So tell me, what is this all about?” Ben snapped “I’m not here to play games, as you can clearly see.”

“All in good time” Eleanor replied. “First let’s have a drink and all get better acquainted.”

As they sat sipping some rum Eleanor explained everything to Ben about Richard and how he had been the slippery slope that lead to the demise of his estranged daughter. The plan that was in play and how the man responsible for all what eventually happened to Elizabeth would have to pay one way or another.  Jay never took his eyes off Ben, he was a dangerous man, probably even more dangerous then himself. Jay was a man of negation and then action, Ben seemed more like a man that said something and expected others to fall in line or else.

“So Jay,” Ben began “How do you fit into all this? Are there some skeletons I will find out about you? After all it seems you are pretty well tied up in all this too.”

“Nothing I care to talk about. I’m just trying to help Ellie get revenge on the man that destroyed her sister and hurt her.”

Ben just gave a knowing smile as if he knew what Jay’s hidden real agenda was.

“Well let’s go see this bastard and maybe I can persuade him to pay.” Ben said ominously

Richard was sitting when they walked in. at the first sight of Ben he tried to hold back a sign of relief. Having been old friends back in school he knew that Ben would come to his aid, after all Richard used his influence to get Ben set-up with the studio he ran.

“I hear you are the man responsible for my daughter’s demise.” Ben sneered

Richard was shocked, Ben seemed genuinely angry. Not the reaction he expected at all. Granted it had been years since they were working together but a vengeance over a daughter he really didn’t know versus being set for life in a nice position wasn’t the reaction he expected.

“Well.” Ben snapped “Is this true?”

“Hey man, I have no idea what you are talking about. Maybe if…”

“Elizabeth, you bastard.” Jay snapped “She met up with you and her life spiraled out of control till she killed herself.”

“Oh that little whore?” Richard sneered “I should say other than being a good lay she was doomed from the start. She wanted to be a movie star, well I hear she was in a few films.”

Jay lunged at the cage in a flash to strike Richard. The stunning blow of his head hitting the bars staggered him. Even Eleanor was shocked by the speed of it all. Quickly Jay was secured to the bars that were part of the cage that held Richard.

“Man I was worried you were really man.” Richard said as he tightened the rope around Jay’s arm.

“I just needed my moment you know how it goes.” Ben chuckled

Jay moaned as Eleanor stood frozen in fear and shock. Suddenly her plans had come unhinged as the care swung open. Richard stretched and looked around for a moment. Then his eyes went cold.

“Oh I think it is time to do some cleaning here. First I want you to know Eleanor that life had a strange way of turning your plans on their heels. Now you will watch as I make Jay pay for all the ways he has humiliated me.”

The malevolent tone in Richard’s voice sent a chill down her spine. Ben made Eleanor sit in a chair as she was tied to it. Richard found some thin rope and smiled. His mind was working overtime now.

“Remember what we did to that guy, oh what was his name? The one that screamed like a pig?” Richard laughed

“Oh Stan something. Thought he was going to take your money and run. Yeah I remember, that was a big mess.”

Jay knew there was no reasoning with them. The game was up as Richard carefully tied the rope around each toe. Then he tied the end together and found a bean high enough to use. Jay struggled as Ben and Richard drug him to the place and hung him upside down by his toes.

Eleanor watched in horror as Richard took a ballpein hammer and started feeling along Jay’s back.


Jay screamed in pain as Richard broke the rib in his back just past where it connected to the spine. The torture lasted for several house as they made sure Jay stayed conscious enough to feel everything. The ragged gasps for air as the broken rips made every breath painful filled the room as Eleanor wept for the man who was suffering for her now.

“I think he has learned his lesson.” Richard said calmly as he put the hammer down. “Now as for you, the traitorous whore. I have something very special in mind. Let’s get her on your boat and head out.”

They lead Eleanor to the dingy and brought her to the waiting yacht. She watched in horror as they pulled close enough to fire a flair as set Jay’s ship on fire.

“They will find nothing but wreckage if that much. Now Eleanor what do you think is going to happen to you?” Richard scoffed


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Karen and Charlie

Maybe I should add a trigger warning here.

The alarm on my watch went off, Karen would be home soon. I prepared things for when she would get home. I even was going to try a new lotion this evening, after all she is worth it. Ten minutes later she got home from her work day

“I baby I’m home! Her voice carried down the hallway.

“Welcome home sexy” I reply

Karen tossed her shoes like she always did, I could hear the thud as they landed on the closet floor. Sitting on the bed now as she took of her socks and undid her bra under her shirt. That had always been so captivating to me how a woman could ever do something like that. Karen did it like she was breathing, so little effort and suddenly it flew across the room and onto the growing pile of clothes.

“Charlie, You won’t believe the day I had” she blurted out. “Remember Walter, that creepy weird guy?”

I felt the hair bristle up on the back of my neck.

“Well how could you forget, he is how we got together, I almost forget that.” She giggled as she gave a big hug of apology.  Anyway, I ran into him again. I think he just kept staring at me from across the break room. I am thinking about putting in a transfer to another floor.”

“What? No, you can’t do that. You love working on that floor.”

“You’re right Charley, I can’t let mister creepy eyes run me away.” She giggled and pushed off, landing on the bed.

“I think I have been a bad girl Charley, my panties are soaked thinking about when I get home and we get to play together.”

“I have been waiting in anticipation of you getting home too beautiful.” I growled lowly

I took out the lotion and put it on my hand as Karen laid back on the bed. As she stripped off her pants I could see the soaked crotch area in her panties. Oh my favorite pair even, the ones I used to masturbate in till she almost caught me.

Charley are you going to watch me like a bad shy boy?” she pulled her panties to the side and started playing with herself as I watched and stroked myself. Faster and faster she rubbed her clit and fingered herself. I matched pace with her as I stroked my cock. I could feel the warming sensation of the new lotion. Her breathing becoming ragged as she got closer and closer, finally a scream as she came. I loved hearing her cum as I followed suit. My loud groan as I came as she was just finishing.

Suddenly Karen froze and went quiet.

“Oh my god Charlie, I think I got the neighbor off too. Did you hear him?

Now I froze as I listened. Karen reached over and picked up Charley and set him in his place on her night stand. She kissed him on the head as I blew a kiss back to the screen.

“Goodnight Charley, you dirty ole bear” she giggled

If she only knew as I cleaning up where I had cum, just a few feet from her in the next apartment. I looked at the screens where I had the other cameras. Karen was laying in her bed, about to fall asleep from a good hard orgasm. I always enjoyed her Monday masturbation to start the week off right.


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Life’s Pause

This week the topic was pause and I thought it was quite fitting for my life today. By definition a pause is a temporary stop in action or speech.

I hope it is just temporary, after all this was defiantly not on the list of how things were supposed to go. Without going into details on what has transpired it suffices to say interests have been shuffled around. Activities and events once participated in currently have been put on hold. It is no one’s fault, there is no blame to be placed. It is just life and the most insane timing in a series of events that has set every part of our world back on its heels.  It was not just us either, I was hearing story after story amongst our blogging friends, some so catastrophic I wondered how they were holding it together in the waves of chaos.

For everything there is supposed to be a season and a reason, or so that is what is said. Honestly I do care to know the reason, I just want the season to be over, for us to get back to the life we had and enjoyed. I know the reality, so much has happened and changed returning to how things were is impossible. Alas it is still human nature to look back to what we were comfortable with and wish life was like it was. Life is about change for sure, sometimes it seems that only through pain and destruction will we accept the changes. It is forced upon us as we fight tooth and nail till we are exhausted and succumb to how things are.

There is a personal struggle as well for me, two sides always battling, always at odds when facing issues. Do I go into military mode and scream damage control? Toss the broken parts out and attempt to cobble some facsimile of what used to work? Replace damaged items with new once we have weathered the storm and reached a safe port?  Next to expect the repairs to to make everything good as new, it seems preposterous and idea that things would go on the same. I seriously doubt this would work because then it ignores the history and scars that have shaped us. Honestly it has felt more like a siege for a couple years. Flaming boulders being lobbed over the walls of our inner circle. Outside forces we couldn’t control or predict having an extreme impact in our lives. Now that is more like it, the debris and burned walls that has been left behind. The concerns, fears, real emotional and physical pain that ripped through our world. It still hasn’t ended but it has lessened some, it went from external to internal. Nothing will ever be quite the same, I would be naive to ever think that, rather now it is a time for rebuilding, reshaping, remodeling. This is the part of life that we can use it to make us better and stronger.

I know, right now you’re thinking damn Raven, this isn’t sexy, this isn’t even fun stuff. No it is not, but it is honest life in all its raw reality.  In the depths of it all it has caused, or at least I have allowed myself, to draw on the deepest darkest places of my mind and soul for what has been a series of mental distractions. I hadn’t stopped writing, but rather I had stopped sharing. Why? Because it has been down abysmal dark lines that had become a twisted comfort. To know that could be a level of pain and horror deeper. That is where my muse has been digging, churning and bringing up depraved and what most would call vile and degenerate thoughts. I have wrestled with the thoughts if I should even share these stories. It would most assuredly make many people uncomfortable, trigger others, excite and thrill and unknown part of my readers. It would be a trip down a dark branch of the rabbit trails my mind runs along, where fear, chaos, torment and pain live. The predators and prey come alive, the bad guys win, there are no heroes, and no one saves the day. I had toyed with writing dark erotic/sex based horror in the past, but as event from the outer world unfolded the ideas that fueled the horror became an obsession and a release.

So I’ll just wrap up this long winded woe is me post with saying this, I started this blog unsure of where I was planning of taking it, what I was going to do with it. As life changes so do we and our view of others. I think it is time to let the colors fly and share what has become my obsession for some time. Enjoy, or not, that is your choice. I really hope in part it makes people feel and think, like any other good author would. After a pause for the past few years, it is time to come out of the corner once again.

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