#macro keyboard

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

met a VERY charming lil friend yesterday who i have never (knowingly) seen before!!! 🖤💛

this is the Sequoia Pitch moth (Synanthedon sequoiae), yes, moth! these fascinating little creatures bear an incredible resemblance to members of the family Vespidae, like common paper wasps and yellowjackets, and that’s no simple coincidence!

the appearance of these moths is an example of Batesian mimicry, a type of mimicry where one species mimics the warning signals of another species, but without having the same harmful or undesirable defences.

in this case these moths look like they may give you a nasty sting, but really they’re about as harmless as a moth can be! (plus they have gorgeous slightly iridescent black-lined wings and fluffy little shrimp-like tails! absolute cuties!)

[rad-roche]

get used to this image now because you're about to see a lot of it

[searchfactory]

Geistmaschine / Studio Macro Pod / Engineering Edition / Keyboard / 2023

[pyratebeard]

ᵢ.B.ₛ. Dₐₘₙₐₜᵢₒₙ

[fanniyatkom]

[unbreakabledawn]

Exponential 📈

[read on ao3]

Rating: Explicit | 7.5k words, complete

DCU | Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Summary: A minor mishap temporarily puts Clark out of commission, and Bruce figures that big problems require even bigger solutions. Fortunately, it seems that they have everything well in hand.

“I’m not in the mood for a lecture,” Clark mumbled without raising his head, voice rumbling like distant thunder.

“Neither am I.” Bruce let his hand drop and waited.

“You shouldn’t be around me,” Clark eventually said. He was speaking softly, but even then it sounded as if his voice was coming from a loudspeaker. “I’m dangerous.”

[spikestuff]

Imagine buying a keyboard with a non-functional Alt + Print Screen on a 10 keyless.

Fucking ASUS.

[prismit]

<- their ass has NOT been shiny hunting mew (23 days remain)

[pigfear]

finally overcome my gamer sickness i no longer need rgb lights on every item i own

[zwoelffarben]

I got a second keyboard and used a combination lua macros and autohotkey to make it so that I can type a bunch of non-qwerty keys using that second keyboard: one of the characters that was the onus for me getting that keyboard was I really wanted to be able to just type – instead of having to rigamarol a copy past.

And now in addition to having immediate access to – and —, I can just type ä, æ, ö, ü, ß, é, ñ, þ, ‚ (for 'commas' in tumblr tags), ‽, –, —,℉, ¡, ¿, ¹²³⁴⁵⁶⁷⁸⁹⁰ (for citations /footnotes), and a bunch of other characters which have... varying degrees of usefulness, all set up in such a way that if ever I want to change the set up it's as easy as look up the unicode index for the character, and put it into a text doc on which ever line represents the key I want it to correspond to.

My current keyboard looks like this (one physical 8x6 keyboard with three modifiers):

I wholeheartedly reccommend that anyone who semi-regularly needs one or more characters not in their standard keyboard's layout bother with setting up a custom auxilary keyboard.

A pet peeve of mine, as many others, is when the dialogues format is a fucking horrible mess. But my first language is not english, so I can get over the comma being out the quotation marks instead of in, for example. But also, as many americans, I also do not like the ��“. However, I can get over it too because that's just a cultural difference, being the German way of writing it. (Though I think other languages also do that, but don't remember the list.)

Now. Cultural difference is one thing. Using whatever the fuck you want because (general) you can not even phantom the idea of searching the correct punctuation mark is another thing.

My language used em dashes. And sometimes people just use everything but em dashes. I have seen people using the hyphen, the minus sign, and even the underscore. The damn underscore. I want to cry when I see the underscore in what is supposed to be dialogues.

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[rosygames]

Another update

Hello everyone!

I come bearing news. This is a decision I came to after a month of back and forth, and after consulting some of the people in my personal life. I’ve been thinking about this for much longer, but it is only recently when I really thought of actually doing it.

I know I said I’d switch over to Twine, and I even finished the template (and even submitted it as my final requirement to graduate uni!) but with all the recent happenings in my personal life and being stumped with how much more complicated coding and bug fixing is on Twine, I decided to stick with CSIDE.

While I do still have my own opinions on COG and everything that’s happened a few years ago, CSIDE is still an incredibly helpful and accessible way to get a loved story out. The community is not perfect, but it is one of the most supportive and welcoming communities I’ve ever been in.

Coding is incredibly complicated on Twine, and I don’t mean learning it. I’ve learned it, and I know how to do it, but the tedious way of doing it is making it all difficult to actually write. I like writing fast, I like letting my fingers fly across the keyboard and watching a story come to life on my screen. I like minimalism in my code because too much code makes my vision swim, especially when it’s repetitive. I do like the designing aspect of it, I do love coding CSS, and I am proud of what I’ve finished for it, but I looked at it as a long term project and I felt so exhausted. I felt like I might get burnt out so easily with it. Especially with how stressful the past few months of my life has been.

Not only that, but bug fixing seems next to impossible to me. With CSIDE/Dashingdon (I’m aware it’s gone), it was a simple click and wait to see any game breaking bugs. It was also a simple click, wait, and compute to see the word count/average word count per play through. For Twine, I’ve just been raw dogging the bug fixing on my own and I know I missed a lot with the Prologue + 1/3 of Chapter 1 that I have done in my private files. I use VSCODE, and I know it’s simply finding the red highlights to see any broken links etc, but I think of the branching in the future and the possible circles the story will take, and I don’t think it’ll be that easy.

Apart from that, I’ve already talked about how itch.io wouldn’t work with our internet service provider for months last 2023. This was one of the major things that stalled me from actually doing anything with the game (aside from the blistering heat I’d already talked about, but we recently installed an AC in my + my sister’s rooms and it helps during particularly difficult heat waves). We were asked to pay so much more money monthly just to “unlock” it basically. If I remember correctly, and please do not quote me on this as this was almost two years ago, we were asked to basically double our monthly payment which was absolutely not happening. It hasn’t happened since then, from what I can tell (I rarely visit the site though) but it is still a fear of mine that it’ll randomly stop working again and I’ll have to pay double just to get the game going.

Lastly, I know that Twine can be difficult for readers. The mobile version can be quite clunky (even the well coded ones) and it’s much more accessible for readers to go to HG/COG. I am also taking this into account since my readers’ experience is incredibly important to me. I, too, read on my phone and I admittedly do not do so with the Twine games I enjoy.

Twine, of course, has its pros. I love the customization, I can keep a ton of information for readers to come back to and read if they need a refresher on things. I was warned when I was still on CSIDE that my “stat” screen could start being laggy due to the amount of information in it. With Twine, I can have a codex, and I can have fun with how to present the information without worrying about lag. I loved creating the UI and editing the pages. There are also macros on Twine that obviously do not work with CSIDE—the cycle macro in particular is something I will be sad to let go of. Twine and CSIDE are just vastly different and I think, for TRO at least, CSIDE is the way to go.

With that being said, I am going to go back to working on the CSIDE version of the new story. I’m aware that others think revision kills a project (and I will admit that TRO was in a critical state lol) but I couldn’t go through with the early TRO because I felt that wasn’t the story I was truly trying and wanting to tell. I’ve said that it was a bunch of bullshitting on page, spurred on by mania and love for the characters and the world. I changed a lot, and I’m aware of that. This version will be the final version, barring some revisions just to make things flow better. The story will be final, the characters will be final. I spent the past two years being honest with myself and my ambitions for this game. I’d had to let go of characters, of some arcs and cool background stories, and I had to decide what to actually do.

I will be working on it, and possibly posting the new demo soon. I know I said soon last year, but 2025 was shitty, to say the very least. I will go into a little more detail under the cut, but things were out of my control and I don’t think I’ve had a more draining year than 2025 since… ever. Please understand that what happened in my personal life recently is a big reason why I am sticking with the easier and more familiar code of CSIDE.

I will create the account soon, and I will post the “main post” soon (I am already writing it but I do not want to post until I have Chapter 1 ready). I will update you guys, and will post a final post here before turning this into a locked archive.

For everyone who is satisfied with what’s said up there, thank you and I hope to see you again when the next demo is live. For those who are curious about what’s happened recently, continue on.

I will not be going into details about some of the things because I am uncomfortable with sharing them publicly, but I hope this can shed some light on why it’s been so difficult to update the past two years.

I’ve mentioned here that it was hot in the Philippines last summer 2023, and it was. It was so hot that I was having daily headaches. It was not ideal at all, and we didn’t have AC in our rooms. The heat passed, and I found myself struggling to access itch.io. This went on for months, until I stopped trying late 2023.

Late 2023, I had an episode. I cannot speak much of it since it was literally just a week of me, well, to explain I felt like I was “out” of my body. Everything felt gray, and I felt so detached. It was scary, and I didn’t know what to do, and I’d informed my parents of this but I could do nothing but let it pass because we didn’t know what was happening. I think stress may have caused this, since I was at the time stressed with school work, but it was one of the most terrifying things that has happened to me. It made me want to go back to my psychiatrist and get treated for my illnesses. I’d stopped medication some years ago because they were making me miserable, but this event made me want to go back. And I made plans to go back, I went on my first online appointment with a new doctor and I was getting my blood checked for any other problems (found none that we didn’t already know of), but things halted once more because something life-changing (and not in a good way) had happened to our family. No worries, it wasn’t health related and everyone’s safe, but it wasn’t good. The effects of this situation went on for months (even now, there are lingering effects), and I had to drop a few of my classes and postpone my graduation for a year.

I lost all motivation then. I stopped working on anything but class related projects. I was too busy trying to help with what was happening to really focus on anything else. I was still thinking of the episode I had and wanting to get it possibly checked. This went on for a few months until I started working on the Twine version once more since I decided to make it my final project—the project needed to graduate from my program.

This went well, as I already mentioned. I was working on it semi-regularly, and I had arrived at a point where I thought I could post it soon. January and February of this year were hectic, but thankfully pretty peaceful.

Then March happened, and with it other household/family problems that were too big to ignore. I was once again one of those in charge of making sure things were okay, and I don’t know. I really do not want to give more details since these are family problems, but they were so stressful that I was nauseous and losing sleep over this. What made it worse is that, before the situation even concluded (caused it to conclude without any real “solution”, even), one of our dogs got sick with a blood parasite despite having flea medication. We caught the symptoms a little too late, and it had already affected her liver. We were in and out of the vet clinic for weeks, and for some days it felt like she was getting better, but she unfortunately passed early May. The same month, our senior dog caught a virus and similar to the other dog, we did everything we could to save him but he unfortunately passed. It was peaceful—poetic even, as he’d passed on the day of the previous dog’s birthday and as the sun was setting, we were all there with him as he took his last breath. It was easier to accept compared to the other dog’s death because he was old, and I suppose the previous heartbreak had made us all more accepting. Still, it was painful since they were both with us for many, many colorful years and we love and miss them each day. We’ve become quite protective over the remaining dogs since then, and it is honestly making my anxiety spike lol.

The kicker is that all of this happened around finals’ week. My sister and I were swamped with deadlines and all this was happening during then. I was busy with the Twine version and hurrying the process because not being able to pass it this semester would’ve meant I’d delay my graduation once more. Thankfully, my adviser was understanding and I managed to pass the project. If things all go according to plan, I will be graduating after this semester!

As you can see, it was a difficult few years. A part of me thought maybe the game was cursed, since problems seemed to have appeared every time after I started becoming more serious with working on it. I thank the tremendous effort I’d put into learning myself and my triggers and how to deal with the symptoms of my illnesses because I don’t think I could’ve survived the past two years without that, and I definitely don’t think I’d go back to working on this game without that.

I apologize for the silence, I was busy trying to survive all the curveballs life has thrown my way. I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but if what happened the past few months has not made me want to give up on this game, I don’t think anything will.

That being said, thank you for being patient and thank you for loving the game. I hope I see you guys next time.

[searchfactory]

Geistmaschine / Studio Macro Pod / Engineering Edition / Keyboard / 2023

[buginacup]

I'm looking for ergo/disability computer reccomendations ~

Nonstop desk work has been extremely hard on me, especially my arms! I'm trying to find ways I can work at my computer without having my arms bent, possibly also while standing.

I use a trackball mouse for mostly everything and I like it quite a lot but even with it sitting on my lap my arm is more bent than I'd like it to be. I've been considering ordering this:

But reviews are mixed and it's expensive so I want to be thorough.

To compliment that, though - I'd need something similar for macros that I could use with my left hand. The nunchuk shape would be ideal but honestly even a flat numpad shaped macro keyboard would work if the buttons were shaped in such a way that I could tell them apart without looking.

Open to any and all thoughts/suggestions! Besides telling me to be on the computer less - I try when I can but I need to make money.

[evilsoup]

Nearly 20 years ago I did an "ICT" GCSE (uk qualification at age 16) which was basically how to use microsoft word and so on; it was only semi-useful, but could be made better if the curriculum was built around like encouraging students to understand the computer as a human-made thing that is under their control. Teach the distinction between plain text and rich text, demonstrate multiple different software suites to achieve the same or similar ends. Microsoft word and libreoffice and a normal plain text editor (teaching the standard text manipulation shortcuts, ctrl+right-arrow to go to the next word etc) and vim and something like pandoc. Get the kids thinking about using keyboard shortcuts, and in terms of macros. A little bit of shell scripting -- just basics, variables and for loops and wildcards. Admin work power user training, basically.

[clockwaysarts]

I'm getting a little macro pad to use as hotkeys for art so I can stop having keyboard digging into my chest like a true gremlin and I'm so excited~

It's sage green and I got blue and pink switches with lilac bunnies on the moon switches!

[voraciousvore]

The Tiny (Chapter 8)

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Content Warning: NSFW/18+! Nudity, macro/micro sex, sexual mouthplay with vore themes

Word Count: 3.5k

------ Chapter 8: Second Helpings ------

I’m getting way too stoked about eating again. The prospect of having Jackie inside my mouth is too enticing, too alluring, to ignore. I start making dinner as soon as I get home. Jackie observes me with a hint of uneasiness from the countertop as I expertly peel and chop carrots. I know the knife I'm using is big and scary to her, but my intent is not to distress her, but rather to desensitize her to being in the kitchen. I hope to prove to her that she is safe, and that I can control my compulsive eating. It’s easier to hold out, after all, with the knowledge that I may have the opportunity to indulge in her later.  

I hum an upbeat tune as I toss the carrots, along with celery, potatoes, and cubed meat, into a simmering pot of beef broth. I season the mixture with salt and pepper and plenty of other spices. A hearty stew sounds appetizing—particularly if I’m able to throw in a little extra human meat later. I inhale a whiff and imagine how Jackie will taste drenched in stew as I roll her around on my tongue. My mouth waters in anticipation. 

I cover the concoction and sweep Jackie into my hand, then go into my study to get some writing done. I’m behind on my work, since I spent the majority of my time yesterday jerking off. I turn on my computer and start hammering away at the keyboard. Jackie explores the surface of my desk for a while, fooling around with the oversized office supplies. I watch her with fascination out of the corner of my eye. 

“Chester?” she pipes up. “Can you open up one of those books for me so I can read?”  

“It’d be my pleasure, darling,” I reply, eager to please. She points to one of my history books, and a trickle of unease drains into my entrails. I know what that text contains. It tells of our bloody past, our shared history with humans when we at one time inhabited their world. It details the war between humans and giants that led to our banishment to a different realm, now referred to as the Land of Giants. 

I suppose it would benefit her to understand the intricacies of giant-human relations. Perhaps she’ll understand me better, why I’m... the way that I am, around her. I obediently open the book for her and let her read while I continue to type, occasionally turning a page for her. The tome is so large compared to her, she has to journey from one side to the other as she pores over the giant pages. It’s endearing, how she’s so focused, her brows pinched together in deep contemplation. 

“Chester?” she asks after a long period of quiet. “What do you know about magic?” 

I pause to think. “Not much,” I admit. “Giants aren’t able to use magic, only humans are. I’ve never seen it used in my lifetime, so I don’t know.” 

“Oh.” She sounds disappointed. I go back to my typing, but I ruminate over her question with disquiet. The humans used magic as a powerful weapon against giants in the war: I hope she’s not asking because she wishes to break free of my control and hurt me. That implication saddens me deeply. However, I’m being honest with her when I say I really don’t know much about the subject. 

“Sorry, I wish I could tell you more. Perhaps sometime we can go to a library and read up on it. Although, that wouldn’t be safe for you, being around other giants and all.” I switch off my computer. My stomach is whining with hunger. “Dinner should be ready by now.” 

I offer my hand, and Jackie readily jumps into my palm. I take her into the kitchen and serve up dinner, spooning drops of mashed-up stew into a bottle cap for my miniature lady. I fill up a bowl for myself, pour a glass of wine, and sit at the table. 

I drink my wine more than I eat, despite my prodigal appetite. I sip the smallest portions of stew, swirling the warm mixture in my mouth before swallowing. I allow Jackie the time to finish her meal first. She glances up at me with increasing anxiety. I lean over her, cupping my chin in my hand while I absently stir my stew with my spoon. I don’t say anything, but my belly speaks for me, babbling noisily beneath the table. I don’t wish to impose my will upon her. She knows what I desire: I’m hoping she’ll volunteer. 

She releases a nervous cough. “Do you want me to…?” The sentence dies on her lips. I cock a brow expectantly. Trembling, she points timidly to my bowl. I nod with measured tilts of my head, flashing my teeth in a substantial grin. She flinches ever so slightly, retracting her hand to clench it closer to her fragile body. Her features twist up as she avoids my gaze, opting to examine her clothes instead. 

“I should probably change into the clothes I wore yesterday so this outfit won’t get ruined,” she states. 

I’m more than happy to aid her in whatever she needs. “I’ll go grab them for you,” I proclaim, hopping out of my chair and nearly stumbling over my feet in my enthusiastic rush. 

“Wait.” I halt my progress, straightening into a stable stance. I stand over her, concealing my annoyance. I’ve been holding back all day. If she backs out now… 

Respect her wishes. 

I bite my lip, silently chastising my selfishness. I can’t blame her for being scared of me. However, I notice something that piques my interest. She’s having trouble speaking again, but not from fear. There’s an intensity to her stare, a bright gleam, that stops me in my tracks. I slowly return to my seat, looking at her curiously. 

“I could just…” She fumbles with her hands in that distinct idiosyncrasy of hers that I find so charming. “I mean… I don’t really need clothes at all, right? If they’ll just get messed up anyway.” 

My eyebrows shoot up almost to my hairline. “That’s… that’s true.” I leer over her delicious little body, envisioning how she would taste without clothes. I swallow as I begin to fantasize about running my tongue over every inch of her exposed skin. The flesh beneath my belt awakens with lust. I grin with unbridled voracity. “You’ll taste a lot better too.” 

She blushes, and I melt. She’s so cute, I could just eat her up. I settle into my chair, leaning back, and cross my arms over my chest to keep my hands from drifting to other places. Jackie bends over to remove her shoes and socks. My heartrate quickens as my blood pumps through my veins, pooling in my loins. I restrain my urge to fidget in my seat as my pants get tight. She crumples inward as she shyly stands on the table with her bare feet. 

“Go on,” I coo. She slowly strips off her shirt, followed by her pants, until she’s in nothing but a bra and panties. After a moment of hesitation, she unhooks her bra and tosses it away with a dramatic flourish, swiftly followed by her underwear. She poses in all her naked glory, showing off her natural beauty. 

My jaw unhinges into a dull gape of awe. I loom over her, ravishing her sleek curves with my greedy eyes. My body prickles all over with wild concupiscence, to the point where I want to rip off my own clothes, snatch her up, and acquaint her intimately with my manhood. Her tiny size is all the more appealing, as I imagine how powerful and dominant and strong and manly I must appear by comparison. I want to touch her and rub her and kiss her and nibble on her and lick her and devour her and- 

My hand surges forward to seize her, but I can’t help but notice how she cowers and covers her breasts with her arms, as if embarrassed by her nudity. I stop, my fingers arcing around her without actually making contact. I’m abruptly mortified by my filthy thoughts. She never gave me permission to do such things to her, as much as I may crave her flesh. 

“May I…?” I query with a sheepish wince. 

“Yes,” she answers softly. I understand I need to be gentle with her. I hunch forward, holding my face level with her so I can admire all her intricate details. Her figure is full and voluptuous, plushy and feminine. I gingerly run the tip of my finger down her side, reveling in the feeling. She’s wonderfully soft, her skin smooth and warm. Her fragrance is overpowering, an irresistible ambrosia to all my senses. 

My heart pounds and my breathing deepens with heavy arousal. My stomach growls and my maw floods with saliva. I’m brimming with desire, but above all I’m starving. I want her inside my mouth, NOW. I curl my fingers around her and cautiously release her into my bowl of stew, allowing her to climb in herself. It’s cooled down enough in the interim that it won’t be unpleasantly hot for her. 

Her face is flushed as I eat around her, teasing her playfully with my spoon. I’m not sure if she’s reacting that way because of her stripping or because of the heat, but either way it gets me more and more impassioned. I want her badly, not merely her physical body but her spiritual core. She fits neatly into my spoon as I lift her to my lips. 

My heart palpitates fast, close to bursting, as I behold her naked body slathered in stew, encompassed by my spoon. My skin burns for her touch; my tongue flexes in a lake of drool, yearning for her essence. I purse my lips, as if to blow on the spoonful to cool it. I pause, full of longing. 

I take the plunge. I press my lips to her in a full-bodied, sensual kiss. My sensitive nerves light up with a magical flame that warms me all the way to my toes. She’s beautiful, superlative, sublime. The effect is magnified hundredfold when she returns my affection, planting a kiss on my lower lip. I overflow with joy. 

I part my lips to display to her my mouth’s interior. She doesn’t retreat, fearlessly maintaining her grip on the shelf of my lip with her diminutive hands. Carefully, I guide her over the threshold of my teeth, until she lands on my tongue. 

Her lively taste never ceases to amaze me. She rivals the daintiest confections, the richest desserts, the best cuts of meat, the most gourmet cuisine in the fanciest restaurants. They’re all put to shame by her raw, unaltered flavor. I’m a decent cook, but my stew is total slop by comparison. The lack of clothing to interfere greatly intensifies her delectable zestiness, to the point where I feel like I’ll climax from her piquancy alone.  

My salivary glands pump my mouth full of slobber. I moan with pure pleasure, the vocalization rumbling deep in my throat. I energetically caress her body with my tongue, rotating her to sample and savor every detail, every crevasse, while I rub her along the inside of my mouth. Her shape is delightful, her texture as luxurious as velvet. My lascivious appetite waxes to an unbearable degree. Before I know it, my hand is in my pants. I stroke myself as tenderly as I stroke her tiny figure with my tongue. 

I eat my dinner with minimal chewing, so Jackie doesn’t get jostled about more than necessary. I want to take my time and savor it all, but my hunger interferes and I eat too fast. Regardless, I treat my love with the upmost care, wrapping her in the protective muscle of my tongue to protect her from my crushing molars. I drink hefty swigs of wine and slosh her in a mini whirlpool to bring out the lush notes, before gulping the mixture down. I'm captivated and obsessed, drunk more on Jackie’s gratifying body than the alcohol. She’s divine, like a tiny goddess in my mouth. 

I want to do more with her. She’s already in my mouth, naked—why not? With my dinner complete, I want to eat one last thing. Gently, so as not to bruise her tender flesh, I balance her upright against my front row of teeth, pushing her back to my incisors. Her teeny feet sink into the hot meat at the base of my jaw, bouncing with my rapid pulse. She doesn’t resist, so I persist, licking her shoulders and perky breasts. I move my tongue down to her belly, then lower, to her plush thighs. I force the tip between her legs and apply pressure upward. 

She tenses, and I can almost hear her gasp in shock, but she doesn’t fight back. Encouraged, I continue, stimulating her using my rough carpet of taste buds. She’s too small for me to target a specific point with any precision, so I take a heavy-handed approach—heavy-tongued?—licking her pussy with reckless abandon. I’m rewarded with a juicy, salty burst that makes me drool and whine.  

She spreads her legs wider, and I dig in deeper, lifting her off her feet so she’s balanced on the tip of my tongue. I fear I’ll drown her in my spit, but I can’t stop. My strokes get sloppier and more vigorous as my erotic pleasure rises. I masturbate aggressively, throbbing and breathing hard. I’m laser-focused on this minutest pinpoint of venereal gratification, yet her most delicious feminine feature eclipses my whole world as I lose awareness of the rest of my massive body. My tongue strains to crawl up inside her, to ascend into heaven.    

Another burst of tangy liquid on my tongue, and she slackens. She pushes me back, and I reluctantly obey. I don’t want to smother her, even if I desire more. I use my spoon to remove her from my mouth. As expected, she’s soaked, with her hair a wild mess. Her eyes are sparkling and her cheeks are flushed like roses. 

She’s not alone, as my face heats with a violent blush. I gulp, fearing I may have overstepped my bounds. Her libidinous juices linger within me, permeating my senses like an aphrodisiac. “That... wasn’t too much for you, was it?” I stammer. 

To my relief, she giggles. “Not at all! Though it certainly caught me by surprise.” She smirks at me coyly, nibbling her lip. “Now it’s my turn, right?” She rises to her feet, perched precariously on the lip of the spoon. I cock a brow. I’m puzzled, yet aroused.  

She glances down over the edge, as if gauging something. Without warning, she leaps off. I’m so stunned I fail to catch her; I clumsily drop my spoon on the table and swipe my hands through the air, to no effect. Fortunately, she lands safely in my lap—too close to my crotch, perhaps, but at least she isn’t hurt. 

“What are you-” I begin, but the words hardly escape my lips before she’s slithering under my waistband into my pants. This tiny woman has already surprised me many times before, with her boldness and exceedingly generous willingness to forgive, but I never expected her to initiate this!  

My cock is still rock-hard, tenting my underwear. I’m already close to bursting when her wet body contacts my sensitive sex organ, sending a cascade of pleasure through my nerves. She plants her butt in a patch of pubic hair and stretches apart her legs to straddle the thick base as much as possible. She’s too small to wrap her arms all the way around my penis, but I can tell she’s putting her full strength into jacking me off as her limbs ripple up and down my shaft.  

The intense waves of carnal passion swell into an insurmountable tsunami. I can’t sit still or stay quiet as I shift in my seat and moan with unfiltered rapture. She shakes as her muscles strain to cover the vast canvas of skin in my erogenous zone. I don’t last long, since I was already on the cusp of orgasming. My meat bulges until I explode, my testicles pumping out a creamy mess into my underwear. Gasping for breath, I rescue Jackie from my pants before she gets soaked in cum along with all my sweat and saliva. 

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I pant. My heart is still galloping. “But I must say, well done.” 

“You did get me turned on,” she chuckles. 

“I think we both need to get cleaned up now,” I comment with a grin. I bring her into the bathroom, massaging her in my hand as I weigh my options. There’s no point in putting her in the sink by herself when I need to bathe as well, is there? 

“Would you like to... take a bath with me?” I ask. 

“Sure.” Even though she’s been inside my mouth and my pants, she still reddens. Awww. I set her on the countertop. It occurs to me that she hasn’t seen me fully naked yet. Since she was daring enough to undress in front of me earlier, I feel comfortable shedding my shirt, pants, and underwear. 

She gawks with unreserved wonder. Her eyes boggle as they travel up and down my hulking figure, pausing in the spiciest places. I’m very flattered, though I suppose it’s easy for me to look magnificent and imposing to a human, when I’m so much larger. I’m not exceptional, really—if anything, I’m a bit short for a giant man, especially compared to someone like my father. I’m not muscular either, just broad in the shoulders. Oh well. 

I take her in my hand and set her on the side of the tub. Forgive my arrogance, but I can’t resist glutting myself with the adoration in her gaze as I effortlessly step over her into the water. I’ve never had a woman look up to me with such admiration. My stomach flutters. I... I like the feeling. Being big. Powerful. In control. So different from how I normally feel, when I’m usually looked down on by the other giants in my life, as soft and wimpy.  

I settle into the water. Jackie, true to her character, dives in without waiting for my assistance. My body is like an island as she swims in the sloshing sea around me and surfaces on the shore of my abdomen. She scales my mountainous frame, clinging to my body hair like brush on a cliffside as she makes her way up. I revel in her every touch, as she intertwines her fingers in tufts of my hair and slides her slippery body against mine. She ascends the bulge of my pectoral and clambers up to the top of my shoulder, raising her arms in triumph when she finally conquers me. 

Smiling, I begin to wash, soaping up my arms and torso. Jackie seizes the opportunity and takes a wild plunge down my arm like a waterslide. She falls into the water, but before she can swim to the surface I reach in and grab her. She erupts into a fit of giggles as I squeeze and tickle her all over with my fingers, lathering her up in soap in the process. I bring her close to my face to study her and she rubs soap onto the bridge of my nose and flicks water at me. I’m in a playful mood, so I throw her up into the air. She shrieks before dunking back into the water unharmed. 

I snatch her up again and perch her on my knee. I put a drop of shampoo on the tip of my finger and pat her head so she can wash her hair, while I wash my own ruddy locks. She uses my leg as a slide again and splashes into the bath to rinse off. I let her explore my body and climb all over me as I finish cleaning myself. Eventually, she tires out and floats on her back, staring up at me with starry eyes. I’m in love. 

Once we’re done, I scoop her up into my hand and emerge from the water with waterfalls flowing down my back and arms. Her bewitching gaze never leaves me, even as I wrap her up in a washcloth and we dry off and dress in our sleepwear. My heart feels full as we retire to my bedroom, and she falls asleep on my bare chest. It’s been a good day. 

Chapter 9