Sweet, Wet, Eroge Dreams

Love Japanese eroge? Are you a huge, hardcore fan of the Starless Nymphomaniacs Paradise, specifically? Do you love the eroge degradation and rape-fantasy play so much you dream of being house servant Sawatari? Well, then have I got some pillow covers for you!

Here’s MILF Marie Mamiya:

Seishojo Pillow Cover STARLESS NymphoManiacs - Marie Mamiya

Here’s the terrible maid, Sachie Asagiri:

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You can find more of the naughty pillow covers here.

All pillow covers are illustrated by Seishojo. They are made in Japan from high-quality 2-way, silky Tricot, measuring 500 × 1600 centimeters. NOTE: The actual product is uncensored, so you can, err, snuggle as intimately as you wish. (After all, pillow covers and pillows are the cheapest ~ and easiest to clean ~ version of sex dolls.)

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What’s Japanese eroge? The word eroge itself describes what it’s all about; the word combines the two words “erotic” and “game.” So eroge is the genre of visual novel games, aka pornographic Japanese video games. You might also call them hentai games, or H-games for short, as everywhere (but in Japan) the word hentai is taken to mean adult animation.

[Technically, in Japanese, the word hentai does not refer to any media genre, but rather refers to any perverse or bizarre sexual desire or act. However, the truth of the word won’t stop anyone marketing anime or manga style pornography using the hentai label.]

There’s also an animated adult series of Starless; here you can find the whole compilation of Starless 21st Century Nymphomaniacs.

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The Mad Scientist Is In The Lab, Working On Something BIG

In For Science, Dr. Carol Wright is a brilliant researcher ~ but, as she’s in a male dominated field, her work is dismissed. Frustrated, she decides to continue her research by testing it on herself. To her surprise ~ and the delight of those with giantess fantasies ~ the side effect of her formula is rapid growth. Oh, and it also increases her sex drive too. Why not? It’s a comic sex fantasy, after all. *wink*

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Hot Flash Fiction Friday: Fun with a Little Penis

“Hello Dolly!” I yelled across the train station. He knew I was looking right at him, but he pretended he didn’t. Poor Dolly and his cute, little penis. We had such fun last night. At least I did.

Dolly, as I like to call him, wandered into my room from a party in another apartment down the hall. My fault for not having the door locked but, I was expecting my roommate home any minute.

Instead, Dolly came in. He didn’t have a coat, or a shirt or pants on. Just underwear. I knew there was a party, it was loud. I even knew Dolly, we had been introduced last year at a social event. He asked for my number but never phoned. So I didn’t look him up. But, now he was here. Pretty much nude and passed out drunk.

I decided to do something about it. I had time, art supplies and a collection of kitchen gadgets. Somewhere in all of that an idea was sure to come along.

First, I stripped him bare. That was a surprise. I’d never seen a micro, tiny penis before. Gorillas and such in nature documentaries don’t count. I thought it was cute. Like a little dolly penis. I played with it awhile. It got a bit longer, and a bit thicker, but not much. I didn’t get him to ejaculate. Likely due to him being passed out drunk. Disappointing.

I drew all over him. Personal tattoos. I left out his hands and face so he could go to work and not have a lot of explaining to do. I took photos of him. I posed him and took more photos. I had a lot of fun playing with my sleeping dolly.

My roommate had called and said she wouldn’t be coming in that night. So Dolly and I had the night to ourselves, well, mostly I had the night to myself with Dolly. I left him nude. He’s actually quite good looking and muscled. I’d never had the time to really explore a man’s body before. I’d only slept with a couple of boys and they weren’t interested in foreplay, not really. So, that night with Dolly, I had foreplay. All the foreplay I wanted with him.

His little penis was fun. Each time I got him hard again it was like watching time lapse photography of budding trees and plants.

In the morning he woke up not feeling so well. But, still hard as a rock, even when he realized all (or most) of what I had done to him. I guess I did take advantage of him. Some could say it was wrong. But, I didn’t use permanent ink and most of it washed off in the shower. I made him breakfast. He didn’t look me in the eye, didn’t really speak and rushed out the door with just a shy backward glance.

“Good bye, Dolly!” I yelled after him as he raced down the stairs.

Maybe this time he will call. I’d like to play with his little dolly penis again. Next time I want to make it squirt and tie a fussy little bow around it, like a tiny dolly dress.

Of course, if he doesn’t phone… I do have all those pictures. I’ve never blackmailed anyone before. It’s kind of a turn on to have Dolly under my thumb, maybe over my knee too.

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Vintage Ken Doll found on Etsy.

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Hot Flash Fiction Friday: How To Seduce A Shy Guy Edition

Last week, erotica author and phone sex operator Secondhand Rose was challenged to write a a short erotic story based on 4 words. The words were “shy boy” & “sleepy girl”.

For weeks now, Jen had been visiting Jeffers at his apartment. For weeks she had been subtly giving him signals that she was not only more than a friend, but oh-so available. To no avail. Every night she left for his apartment, she was hopeful; but every night she left his place oh-so frustrated! She knew he was shy – but come on already! What was a girl supposed to do?

Don’t worry, Jen has a plan. And from the looks of things, it works!

Features a horny scheming woman in a school girl outfit and tugs at some somnophilia fantasies too. Read the whole story here.

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Hot Flash Fiction Friday: Face Fucking, Masturbation & Forced Orgasm Edition

Pinkie is a real life submissive ~ and a phone sex operator who turns her money over to her Master, Blackie. She’s got a book out via Tit-Elation, and here’s a little excerpt for Hot Flash Fiction Friday. This takes place after Pinkie has served her Master’s Hong Kong business associates by being a face-fuck toy and she was forced to strip and masturbate for the group of men.

Blackie knows me so well, he knew I was close. “Go ahead and come, you little whore; you can squirt for them too yet.”

When he said “squirt,” the room filled with expectant “ahhs” as if they were a crowd at a Fourth of July celebration who had heard the whistles of the finale fireworks launched into the air.

…It seemed like hours, but I know it was only minutes that I lay there panting and screaming, tears running down my face, smearing my makeup and soaking the hotel bedding — while my body jerked and clenched and then finally just trembled while I lay there muttering something about “no more.”

Someone took the Hitachi from my hand and away from my twitching clit. The bodies began to disburse — except for one. The boss appeared at my face and ordered me to open it. “Now you tired whore, I fuck your face and you have no pleasure, no hope, no wishes other than for it to end.”

You can read the rest ~ and a lot more ~ in the ebook, Pinkie and Blackie: Tales of a Phone Sex Submissive.

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Hot Flash Fiction Friday (Kinda): The New Pet

His girls had been begging him for a kitten for years now. So when Bob found this stray, he felt compelled to bring it home. Yeah, he knew that all the work that went into a pet would fall to him. But with this kitten, he just didn’t think he’d mind that at all.

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Inspired by animated GIFs found at Smoke + Mirrors.

Hot Flash Fiction Friday: As Ready As I’ll Ever Be

In this short erotic story, an escort takes control…

According to Jim, he was a man who loved giving and I was an escort who got everything she wanted. He was wrong about that. Completely and wholly wrong. You see, I’m the kind of girl who takes what she wants, it’s not always just handed to me on a silver platter. And as for Jim, well, he was a man who didn’t know that he liked receiving what was given to him. He’d always been the dominant one in his relationships and most girls in London happen to be okay with that. Not me, I wanted to prove to him that sometimes, it’s worth it to kick back and enjoy the ride.

Read the rest of As Ready As I’ll Ever Be.

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Hot Flash Fiction Friday: Twig-Spanking Fun Edition

This week’s Hot Flash Fiction Friday is a flashback from the Sex Kitten archives, circa 2005. It’s also a bit longer erotic story than your typical flash fiction; but we doubt you’ll mind.

Dreams can be exciting, or unsettling, or both. When I began to dream of a man entering the bedroom room I supposedly shared with a girlfriend, well, I was excited. And when the dream progressed to his punishing us, the excitement grew. Of course, I couldn’t tell my husband about any of it, but maybe you’ll understand.

Read the rest of A Dream, Or… by Jude Mason.

Hot Flash Fiction Friday: Daddy Cleans Up

He liked to be called Daddy. I was new to BDSM and kind of shy. He called me his mouse. He told me how to dress, what to do and when to do it, his way. I let him. He was happy.

We joined a local BDSM group. First we went to munches. I met other women there and that was great. Daddy would keep track of who I saw and when. He would comment on what I wore and ask me about men I met when I wasn’t with him. He would ask me if any whistled at me and then tell me to wear an even shorter skirt next time I went out.

Later we began going to scene parties where people talked openly about kinks, fetishes and role playing. Daddy liked me to wear bondage gear and show a lot of skin, even bare breasts. I didn’t really like it. But, some of the men were flattering, without being jerks about it… and I did like that.

One day several of the women began talking about having a Ladies Tea Party where any women (submissive, Dominant, or other) could attend, have a nice tea party and chat a bit. They were deciding on which men to invite to serve at the tea party. Only serving men were allowed to attend. I got an invitation to attend – BYO china teacup and saucer.

Daddy was not pleased. He said I could not go. But, I did and he came with me.

Maybe he just didn’t understand the concept of the party. Or he underestimated the women. I don’t want to say he was just a jerk forcing his way, but…

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Muzzle for sale on eBay

The women did not react the way he expected.

He was knocked down, stripped of his clothes and put into an adult diaper. He was collared with a thick leather strap attached to a chain leash. His wrists and ankles were manacled with a chain running between them. As he began to yell louder they muzzled him. Later, they told me it was an antique dog muzzle. They had brought everything with them, planned ahead, expecting he would force his way into the Ladies only party.

They left him bound, muzzled and stewing in a corner for the whole party. It was a lovely party. I did bring my own teacup and saucer. There were pretty sandwiches, tiny cupcakes and other treats. We talked about almost everything, not all of it about men or sex or BDSM. Though a few of the women did give a talk about women taking the Dom role in BDSM relationships. I liked that. I told Daddy how much I liked that.

He was much quieter when they freed him. He was told to clean up and he did. First he tidied the living room and then the kitchen. He washed the dainty china teacups and saucers for all the women. Last of all he wrapped up all the fancy teacups in tissue paper and gave them back to each woman along with an apology. He was very polite. Such a good boy.

I don’t call him Daddy any more.

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(Kinda) Hot Flash Fiction Friday: When Gracie and I Meet (Someday)

Gracie and DarlaI’ve known Gracie a long time. We’ve yet to meet face to face but there have been a lot of laughs and late night conversations over the years. Some day we will get together and my Prince will come and pigs will fly and so on. But, of all those, I think chances are good Gracie and I will manage to be at the same place at the same time. Eventually.

I can imagine how that will be. A winter day I think. Just a personal preference. Snow included but not a blizzard, more like one of those lazy,drifting snowflake kind of days. You might think you were inside a snowglobe, that kind of day.

Although a real meeting would be in a coffee shop or something practical like that, for this story we should meet somewhere unique. I’d say a sex toy shop but Gracie would out do me there. I’d be asking her what this is and what that was for and she’d tell me. As educational as that would be, I’m not sure I want her laughing at me when it’s far more fun to laugh with her.

So… we would have to meet at a bar. I know that sounds pretty ordinary to a lot of people. But, I can count the number of bars I have been in on one hand. So for me it would be fun without the background of marital aids. Plus, we could talk about the men.

We have different tastes and styles. For one thing, I’m Canadian and I like science fiction, romance, Domming and I don’t like swearing. Gracie is… not me. Gracie can fill in all those blanks for you, if she chooses. I’d rather not speak for her, too much. (We already know how great I am at keeping secrets).

Anyway, there we would meet, in the bar. Likely it would be in her town as I like to travel and I don’t have a lot of obligations to get out of he way before I pack up and head for the bus. I like bus travel, it lets you think and really feel the “getting away from it all”.

I’d know Gracie right away, of course. She’d be the one sitting there with a red dress and fangs. No, she doesn’t have fangs, not really. But, you did wonder for a moment didn’t you? Even without the fake fangs, I’d know Gracie. She’d have a smirk, a smart ass smirk.

To be continued… by Gracie (or possibly me if Gracie thinks this was another of my silly ideas).