Busty redhead in a black latex catsuit

With You, All Sex is Good Sex (and I'll Take What I can Get)


I started writing this many months ago, thinking I'd get around to finishing and publishing it. I never did and can't be bothered to. You're going to have to create your own ending for it, assuming you get that far.


I offer to kick your butt for you ... and grope it ... and then hug you. Then, when you least expect it, I whisper "Epstein didn't kill himself!"

"Eh, WTF, love?!", you exclaim in utter bewilderment.

"It's absurd humour. The moon landing was staged! The Earth is flat and my boobs are rounder than it. Do you want to touch them? They're soft like air cushions; it's really nice!"

"You know that I do", you enthuse as you reach for me, your voice thick with desire. "You just want to get yourself spanked, don't you, sprouting that nonsense about the moon landing and flat Earth?"

"Eh ... Maybe? But I'm in a soft mood right now. Soft reassurance and comforting would be really great right now."

"Fine by me, but I'm definitely hard right now", you say as you press your groin against me.

"Was that my doing?", I ask, as innocently as I can while giving you the "I know just what I'm doing" smoulder. "I would be inclined to relieving your heat, but on the more vanilla side, if you don't mind. I'm not in the mood for latex or your other kinks.

"With you, all sex is good sex and I'll take what I can get."

"Yay!", I exclaim with glee. "So, we're doing this, then?"

"If you want to, I'm game. You know I can't refuse you this."

"Oh, Hell yeah, sweetheart! Let me get my wizard  hat and robe!"

"You are such a brat!" A look of exasperation crosses your face before you wink at me and kiss me.

"I am, but you love that about me."

"Oh, you know that I do. It gives me valid reason to spank you. You know how I love doing that."

[Cut to the two of us lying in bed, legs entwined, my hand on your chest and your arms around me, one hand on my back and the other on my neck.]


As you move to kiss me, I whisper "purr", sliding my hand down between your legs and giving you a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, Kitten", you growl, your hand on the back of my head and guiding it down to your shaft, "I'm certainly going to enjoy this. I hope you do too."

Pulling away a little, I mumble "Kitty wants you, unless you're indisposed?"

You place your other hand over mine, tug it up and down your hard shaft and ask thickly, "Do I feel indisposed? Not that it matters, of course; you know that 'I want' doesn't get without the magic words."

"Mmmhmmm, Sir ... You'll never tell me your real name, won't cha? 'Tis fine, makes this hotter ..." I let my hot mouth fall on your thick throbbing cock, wrap my red lips around it and blow you. I tease you with soft, feathery touches and soft tongue flicks at first, feathery exhales when I release. But I know what you like and I prepare to deliver a good throating, with the gagging and gulping noises you so enjoy hearing.

You throw me off and say "You don't get to have me without the magic words, Kitten, no matter how much you try to entice me. Where are your manners?"

I can tell that you want me to carry on, that you want more. I saucily shoot back, "You went too hard at them and now I can't find them. Words are overrated. Actions are the real thing, so please let me take your lovely thick dick deep into my mouth and down my throat, Sir!"

You relent and I take your hands to my nipples. As you stroke them, I moan seductively, "Come on ... I'm needy!" My breath hitches from arousal, since my breasts are really sensitive.

"Well, that was a little sassy, but I guess it will do, Pet", you smirk, failing to hide your arousal.

A grin creeps across your face, but it doesn't stay there long, since I'm already going down on you. Soon I'm taking you in deep, feel you respond to my sucking, slurping and gagging, your hands on the back of my head as you pull my mouth further down your rod. I don't relent until you tell me to slow down, that you want to enjoy more of me than my excellent oral skills, that you'd like the chance to make me gasp and moan before you explode and fire hot, sticky, thick cum into my tight, wet little cunt. I want that too.

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Rorschach's Journal
Rorschach's Journal

The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. Does that answer your Questions, Doctor?


Rorschach's Journal
Rorschach's Journal

Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long.

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