#toy story shorts

[rain1940]

Have you seen the toy story shorts on Disney+? One of them is bath time with Rex

Yes, I've seen them! They are pretty fun. Toy Story of Terror is my top favorite for obvious reasons. :)

[bluerosefox]

A Little Robin

Has this been thought of before? (If so someone please, please send me it. I wanna read)

Either due to something his parents made to catch ghosts or some kind of new "I'm gonna end Jack but my soon to be step-son needs to be out of the way" plan by Vlad, Danny (as Phantom) gets trapped in a doll, a bird(robin) doll/plushy.

Somehow, someway the doll get sold or sent to Gotham and is picked up by Dick one day while shopping who decides to give the doll to one of his brothers (or Steph cause she was a Robin as well -slides on mutli-shipper shades- I'm not picky) cause it's Dick trying to be funny. (Or he keeps it cause it's a Robin plush)

Danny, whose slowly regaining his powers even in plush form (maybe whatever got him stuck in the plush is wearing off over time, not enough that he can get out though), is trying very hard to get back home (he tired mailing himself once but someone almost caught him moving about, let's go with like Toy Story rules). He doesn't want to get caught in Gotham cause of the bats, when he finds out his 'owner' is part of the batfam he REALLY doesn't want to get caught. Cue many moments of Danny trying to get his way home under the radar.

And... he tries very hard not to crush on his 'owner' too as well...

[modmad]

some old left handed art/concepts for short stories (not sure I ever posted any of these before if I did I don’t care) idk what else to do with them

[reddorkredemption]

I will always believe that Jack Marston goes on to live a good life after rdr1 ( I have to for my own sanity lmao ), but it breaks my heart that his family-- especially Abigail-- won't get to see that.

I just imagine how Abigail had to watch him slowly deteriorate after John's death. She had to watch her smart, sensitive boy who loved to read become so broken and vengeful and angry, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

And then she died, not knowing if he'd ever manage to break out of it and fearing what he would become/what would happen to him if he didn't.

[rotomartsblog]

There’s a character in the books called Nathan Nutcracker and I wanted to make a design for him because I think Cedar deserves a friend who can relate to her

[thebadmiracle]

"Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’… ’til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin’ and your hollerin’ those sharks come in and… they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin’, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist."

Favorite Movies [3/?] : Jaws (1975) | dir: Steven Spielberg

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @pinayelf @inquisimer and @greypetrel! Most of what I'm working on is secret for the moment, but I have been playing with this little piece c: Tagging back @ndostairlyrium @daggerbean @vakarians-babe @ruthvelyan @dungeons-and-dragon-age @idolsgf @nightwardenminthara @bitchesofostwick @zenstrike @star--nymph and @transprincecaspian, no pressure!

From a piece about Adhlea (Cullen and Emma's daughter) and Leander (Fenris and Maria's eldest):

Adhlea was almost certain she was being punished for something. 

She wasn’t sure what—she’d been very good ever since she’d finally gotten a little sister—but these stiff clothes and pinchy shoes could only mean she was being punished. It really didn’t make any sense at all. She’d told her mamae as much before they’d left the house and her mother had laughed. 

“It is a tradition, ma vherain. This is important to your Papa, so you must do your very best to sit still and pay attention. Here—if you have any questions, you may write them down in this little notebook and save them for later. I think it is rude to talk during services. Ah—here is your papa now. ” 

Well, Adhlea could feel the notebook knock against her leg while she kicked her heels in the foyer of the lady Hawke’s manor now, but she had no interest at all in writing anything down. 

“But why will we have to be sitting for the whole time?” she asked, peering up at her Papa. He tugged at the cuffs of his shirt, eyes tilted up at the corners, and opened his mouth to answer. 

“Because the Mother gets to be taller than everyone else,” a small voice piped from the doorway, and Adhlea grimaced.

“Ta said so,” Leander went on, sauntering into the room with his nose in the air. “He said it’s a sign of respect. And respect means we got to sit down.” 

“Hello, Leander,” Adhlea said begrudgingly, summoning something like a smile. She was trying. Hard. She was.

“Also,” Leander went on grandly, as if she hadn’t spoken at all, “there is going to be smoke. On purpose.”

“I know that,” Adhlea said, the smile crawling away from her face. She couldn’t help it; her mamae and papa wanted the two of them to be friends so badly that they didn’t seem to notice how hard Leander always worked to irritate her. 

“Well then, where does it come from?” he asked, his eyebrows squinching up in that way she hated. Always asking her questions he knew she didn’t have the answers for—always! 

“It is time to go,” the boy’s father said, appearing in the doorway with little warning. Adhlea took a step back, feeling the warmth of her father’s hand at her shoulder. 

“Messere Hawke,” Papa said, squeezing her slightly before bowing. “Where is the Ch–ah—is your wife not planning on joining us?”

“Hawke needs to rest,” the shorter man said gravely.

While his attention was focused on her father, Adhlea took the opportunity to peer up and up at him. Leander’s father was brown like her mamae and marked all over like her mamae, but Adhlea had been expressly forbidden to ask about the blue lines the way she asked about her mamae's vallaslin. It is private, her mamae had said, and Adhlea knew what private meant, she did, only they were very interesting lines and once she swore she had seen them light up and she really did want to know what they were and—

“Young Lavellan,” the man said gravely. Adhlea ducked her head at once, squirming in her shoes. Her papa nudged her gently and she remembered herself. 

Manners, he had told her often, always matter. 

“Good morning, Messere,” she said, executing a neat bow of her own. “Thank you for coming with us to the Chantry.”

Silence. 

Leander scuffed his bare foot on the tile floor and Adhlea grimaced again. It was unfair that he never had to wear shoes and she did—yet another thing Leander could hold over her head. Ugh. And now she would probably have to sit with him for the whole service. Who knew how long that could be? Years, probably, and her stomach was already gurgling. She should have tried to eat more of her breakfast, but it had seemed too hard. 

“Yes,” the man said at last, “of course. Well?” 

“Let’s go!” Leander said, and barreled past her for the door. 

Adhlea realized with no small amount of satisfaction that he had to stand on his toes to reach the handle properly. She was taller than him, at least; she would have to make certain he knew it as soon as possible.

[malinaa]

JULY SHORT STORIES WRAP-UP

well i’ve been getting back into reading individual short stories, so here’s a list of all of the ones i’ve been reading this month! they can all be found here as pdfs <3 all the ones marked with an * are my fav reads

ANT COLONY by ALISSA NUTTING — a woman hosts an ant colony in her body

THE VELDT by RAY BRADBURY — a mother, a father, two children, and their eerie automated home

NO IS YES by PAUL JENNINGS — a man teaches his daughter that yes is no, up is down etc. and her idea of language is tested when she meets another boy

THE PEDESTRIAN by RAY BRADBURY — in the near future, a man takes a walk and finds himself in a situation

THE SPECIALIST’S HAT by KELLY LINK — twins where one is better at playing dead than the other

THE OCTOBER GAME by RAY BRADBURY — a husband who hates his wife gets back at her

YOU'RE UGLY, TOO by LORRIE MOORE — local funny woman hates the midwest and goes back to the east coast to realize it’s also boring

THE HOUSE OF ASTERION* by JORGE LUIS BORGES — so basically you’re the minotaur and you live in a labyrinth and everything is fine until it isn’t

L’ESPRIT DE L’ESCALIER* by CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE — a type of modern orpheus and eurydice retelling but this doesn't end in the tragedy...or does it?

WE ATE THE CHILDREN LAST by YANN MARTEL — medical procedure turns to social experiment gone wrong

AT THE CLINIC by SALLY ROONEY — marianne and connell remember the events leading up to her visit to the dentist differently; alternatively, a microcosm of two people's relationship

I HAVE NO MOUTH, AND I MUST SCREAM by HARLAN ELLISON — ai wins and keeps five individuals alive for its own sick enjoyment

DIVISION BY ZERO by TED CHIANG — a wandering realization that, despite being similar, two people can be so distant, but with lots of math

FRESH WATER FROM THE SEA* by RAMONA AUSUBEL — a magical realist depiction of a daughter and her mother who’s slowly vanishing away

SHE UNNAMES THEM by URSULA K. LEGUIN — eve, of adam and eve biblical fame, unnames all the animals and then some

THE THIEF OF MEMORY by SUNYI DEAN — a hero with one duty, a desert that keeps taking, a storm that never ceases, and a villain that steals memory

HORROR STORY by CARMEN MARIA MACHADO — what’s worse? a haunted house or the relationship that’s crumbling inside of it

THE MOTHS by HELEN MARÍA VIRAMONTES — a granddaughter’s reflection of her family, but specifically her grandmother who died

THE PATH OF WATER* by EMMA TÖRZS — you’re in a fairy tale and you realize this and you try to unlock lost memories

HIGH DESERT by RAMONA AUSUBEL — a woman who lost both her daughter and husband to the sea moves to the desert but is still losing parts of herself

WARM BEDS by MÓNICA BUSTOS (trans. ANALÍA VILLAGRA) — three people share the same bed but never meet until the phantom presence of each other drives them to want to meet

IN THE CEMETERY WHERE AL JOLSON IS BURIED by AMY HEMPEL — an unnamed narrator visits her friend who’s dying

BONESOUP by EUGENIA TRIANTAFYLLOU — as the first line says, “you must eat the body part you want to grow stronger”

THE VERY PULSE OF THE MACHINE* by MICHAEL SWANWICK — a corpse at her back, her home base miles and miles ahead of her, an astronaut does everything to survive

TO EXHALE SKY by SHINGAI NJERI KAGUNDA — a queer speculative story about anticipated grief where the narrator has the ability to inhale and transform sorrow

XY by LUCY ZHANG — a woman with controlling parents finds their first attempt at a perfect daughter in the basement

AND YET by A.T. GREENBLATT — the haunted house of your childhood is a door into parallel universes

[sophiesdirtydiary]

NSFW - How I Became a Slut for my Married Manager 💋

Dear Diary,

When I got into work last year I was greeted by a new manager at the restaurant in the hotel. I was baffled, in fact, blown away because he is tall, tanned with dark curly hair.

He’s soooo hot and I couldn’t stop myself getting a little wet when he said, “Sophie? Is it? Please wear a longer skirt to work. Your uniform is a bit inappropriate for the restaurant.”

Samuel, the new manager said it in front of 2 other waiting staff.

I almost fainted, from embarrassment and from his charms. ‘I bet he liked my legs though’, I thought.

Then when the other’s were in the back polishing the cutlery and glasses, we were alone. I was showing him how we lay the table to ensure it was up to his standard, when I felt him brush past me. With a hard on? I still to this day don’t know if that was deliberate. But I’ll tell you what was…

He reached under my short skirt and flicked my thong.

Samuel put his hand over my mouth and whispered, “I can’t have the customers seeing this, now can I?”

Part of me wanted to get on my knees there and then and make him explode in my mouth…but I remembered the other’s were in the back.

I leant round and grabbed his raging hard cock through his tight trousers. Then we heard the back door slam as someone was entering the dining hall. We split apart. And that, that was the start of having a fling with my married manager.

[comet-ribbon]

Everyone go hug the best cowboy, thank you.

[artistryaffinity]

The Magic Kiss

Once upon a time, in a bustling little town nestled in a serene forest, there lived a girl named Lily. Lily was a cheerful, adventurous child who loved exploring the woods near her home. She would often spend her afternoons wandering through the trees, listening to the songs of birds, and watching squirrels play. However, her most cherished companion on these adventures was her cat, Snowball.

Snowball was a small, fluffy kitten with pure white fur and bright blue eyes. He followed Lily everywhere, scampering beside her with boundless energy. The two were inseparable, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

One sunny afternoon, Lily and Snowball ventured deeper into the forest than ever before. They stumbled upon a hidden glade filled with vibrant flowers of every color imaginable. The air was sweet with the scent of blossoms, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow over everything.

As Lily and Snowball explored the glade, they noticed a peculiar shimmer coming from a cluster of flowers at the center. Curiosity piqued, and they approached and discovered a small, ancient-looking chest nestled among the blooms. Lily knelt down and carefully opened the chest, revealing a sparkling, heart-shaped locket inside.

The locket was exquisite, adorned with tiny jewels that seemed to twinkle with their own light. As Lily held it in her hands, she felt a warm, comforting sensation wash over her. Snowball, sensing something magical, climbed onto Lily’s lap and nuzzled the locket. To Lily’s amazement, the locket began to glow even brighter.

In that moment, Snowball leaned forward and gave Lily a gentle kiss on the cheek. The warmth from the locket spread through Lily’s body, filling her with an overwhelming sense of love and happiness. She realized that this was no ordinary locket—iit was a magical charm that amplified the love between her and Snowball.

With the locket’s power, Lily and Snowball discovered they could communicate with each other in a way they never had before. Snowball’s purrs and meows now conveyed clear thoughts and feelings, and Lily could understand him perfectly. Their adventures became even more exciting as they shared their discoveries and experiences in a whole new way.

Word of Lily and Snowball’s magical bond soon spread throughout the town. People marveled at the extraordinary friendship between the girl and her cat, and many came to see the enchanted locket. But Lily knew that the true magic lay not in the locket itself but in the pure, unconditional love she shared with Snowball.

From that day on, Lily and Snowball continued to explore the forest, their bond growing ever stronger. They cherished their special connection, knowing that love had the power to create magic in the most unexpected ways. And so, they lived happily ever after, their hearts forever intertwined by the magic of a simple, loving kiss.

[puppy-wife]

New Toy

You sat, nervously waiting, for your turn. You ran your slightly sweaty palms over the short skirt that was the uniform of your station. The Master was very particular about what his Toys were to look like, from top to bottom. He wants them in slight heels, enough that they struggle to keep their balance if pushed. Black and white skirts and blouses, for the professional look. Hair that is long enough that it can be styled and grabbed and pulled, but not so long that it gets in the way. No earrings or jewelry, he forbids their use. Something about a metal allergy, according to the other servants of the home. A full face of makeup, because he revels in ruining that. Your cheeks flush at the thought of it.

You shift back and forth in the uncomfortable seat you were told to wait in. You have not yet been lucky enough to meet the Master, only seeing him from afar. He is of average height, which for some reason surprised you. When you heard of the Lord of Wynterhall, you heard tales of a powerful noble, an agile warrior, and a vicious conqueror of the surrounding baronies. You never expected someone who looked… average. His dark hair was always brushed back away from his face, which was angular, but hidden beneath a closely shaven beard. You shift again, idly wondering if this chair was part of his process. You heard he liked to break his toys before putting them back together. 

Given time alone with only your thoughts and your slightly aching bottom, you think back to how lucky you felt to be chosen for this job. Though being a Toy for the Master was a messy one, you counted yourself as a distinguished plaything. You grew up in Lowtown, a mother and no father to speak of, and from the age you reached adulthood found that selling your body was the easiest way to get ahead in this life. You were never afforded an education due to your status, so everything you know, you know because you taught yourself. You slowly moved up in the world because you were special. You were graced from birth with both a cock and a cunt, and it made you highly desirable by men and women alike. You were literally made for this job, and there was no position that came with higher perks than serving the Lord of Wynterhall. If the Master approved of you, of course. 

After making you wait an appropriately long amount of time, a servant came to fetch you for the Master. Your ass was sore from sitting still for so long, but that was nothing you could not deal with. You did as instructed and entered his office and bowed your head, subtly studying your surroundings and trying to get a feel for what he might like. The office was incredibly organized, each thing in its own specific place. There were few pieces of actual furniture besides the many bookcases that lined the walls. There was a chez lounge near a fireplace, where the Master stood currently, staring into the flames and sipping a glass of red wine. There was also a large sturdy looking desk that was immaculate, with a few statuesque figurines on it bearing likelihoods of androgynous figures in erotic poses, and a thick leather book next to a large feather pen. Above the fireplace was a beautifully and intricately carved frame that held a mirror. From where your head was bowed, you couldn’t quite see into the mirror, but the entire room held an aura of power and sophistication far above any you had ever set foot in before. 

You stayed, head bowed, where you had stopped shortly after entering the office, and waited to be recognized by the Master. He continued to swirl and sip his wine for a few long moments before stepping to his desk to set it down and finally turn his eyes upon you. You could feel his gaze burning through you, searching out every stray hair, every wrinkle in your uniform, and likely how he could fill every orifice you had. He stepped over and hooked up finger under your chin, raising your head and straightening your posture until you were upright, looking up at him. There was something terrifying about him, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to look him directly in the eye. It was like trying to look at the sun, your body naturally wanted to look away and cower in fear of his status and power. You could feel the tension in his shoulders increase as he turned your face from side to side, searching for the eye contact you refused to give him, until he growled under his breath, and in a deep commanding tone, finally said, “Look at me.” 

You were always the obedient type, and unable to ignore a direct order, you locked eyes with the man who would forever change you. His eyes were dark black pools of void space, unending and ever expansive, like looking into a black hole. They pulled from you any fear, anxiety, emotions or thoughts that would get in the way of your primal hunger for the Master. Something about his eyes stirred movement inside of you, a yearning in your soul for anything and everything to do with this man. He could have asked you to give your life for him, and in that moment, you would have said yes. 

“Obedient. Good. Now come, sit.” He gestured towards the chez lounge, and produced a stool from beside the fireplace. He sat across from you after you did, and you could feel his eyes linger on your legs as you crossed them. “I understand you are my new plaything. Tell me about yourself. Your name, where you come from. I wish to know the one I am to take my frustrations out on, so I can better appreciate the work you do for me.” 

Your cheeks flushed, and you gulped down a lump in your throat. You took a deep, steadying breath and worked to organize your thoughts. You began to speak softly, telling him your name and your mother’s name, since you never knew your father. He asked you questions about your hobbies, and your experience in your chosen field. Each time you began to break eye contact, he snapped his fingers and directed you to keep contact with him. The intense stare that he used to look through you was breathtaking, you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat speed up. For someone who seemed so average at first glance, the longer you studied him, the more you realized he was anything but. 

As you finished telling a shortened version of your life story, he nodded and stood, stepping behind the chair and beginning to pace. “I am only going to say this once. You will listen and remember, and these will be the rules you will live by from here on out as long as you are under my employ. Understand?” He spoke soft and low, but the way that his voice reverberated through you, as if he was speaking directly into your bones and your soul, excited you. He waited until you nodded, before sighing slightly and continuing. “You will speak when spoken to, and you will only refer to me as Sir or Master. Failure to follow these rules will result in a punishment of my choice. If,” He stepped close and knelt before you, and you noticed that his teeth were perfectly manicured and straight. He paused, then as he spoke, he was deadly serious, “If at any point, you feel unsafe or unable to continue, you may refer to me as Lord Wynterhall. I will take anything you say in that moment with the utmost urgency, and cease activities immediately. Do you,” he asked as he cupped your chin and held your eye contact, “understand?” You were completely mesmerized by him, and your respect for his intense desire for consent and structure was almost overwhelming. 

You nodded again, and he furrowed his brow. He cleared his throat, and you realize your mistake. 

“Ah! Y-yes sir.” you were finally able to stammer out. His eyebrows returned to their normal state, and the faintest hint of a smirk briefly washed across his lips, before he returned to his emotionless stare.

“Good pet.” 

Those words shook you to your very core. You’ve always considered yourself somewhat versatile, in terms of whether you could be more dominant or submissive in the bedroom, but when he said those words, any dominance or hope of resistance melted away like ice cream on a hot summer day. You were a puddle, and wanted nothing more than to please your Master. 

Continuing on, seemingly unaware of the effect he had on you, he said, “You will do what I say, when I say it. You will thank me whenever I touch you or discipline you, and you will Always beg for more. You will not act out of turn, and you will not orgasm until I demand it of you.” He stopped pacing, checked his watch and nodded. “Any further rules will be implemented as I see fit.” He turned to face you, his arms behind his back, his figure imposing over you. “Any questions?” 

“No, Sir.” 

“Good. Now come make yourself acquainted with your new station.” You stood and followed him to where he stood behind the desk, and you saw that while heavily built, the desk was very roomy underneath it, and there, next to a space left for the Master’s legs, was a small cushion on the floor. “Unless instructed otherwise, you will await commands here while I work. You will worship me and pleasure me, until I decide you have earned your place on your feet. Now kneel, plaything. I have work to do.” You nodded and thanked him, and took your place at his feet. He had not even properly touched you yet, and already you were feeling wet and semi-hard. Ever since looking into his eyes, your desire for him had not lessened, and you wanted more than ever to please your Master. 

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The Master worked long hours, but this gave you lots of time to think about how best to serve him. You had been under his desk for nearly two hours now, polishing his boots with your tongue, and slowly grinding against his leg. You could tell that your desire was noticeable to him, because his bulge was beginning to show. You wanted so badly to touch it, to please him, but had not yet been given permission. So instead you sat, mostly hard and dripping wet, whining softly and hoping to be used soon. 

Eventually, the temptation grew too intense for you. You had become more and more intoxicated with his natural scent, and found yourself clutching his leg tighter and tighter. Your fingers trailed up and up his pants leg, until you were mere centimeters from what you were positive was pure ecstasy, but just as you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching for it, the Master’s hand suddenly grasped yours. He reached under and pulled you out from your spot, a fire burning in his eyes. Desire? Frustration? He twisted the arm you had been reaching with and twisted it not quite painfully behind your back and gripped your throat with his other hand. 

“You impetuous little thing. You were ordered to await my command, but you couldn’t even do that,” he hissed in your ear. “I suppose I will need to teach you proper manners, you naughty pathetic thing.” Before you knew what was happening, the Master had attached restraints to your wrists, binding them together, and led you over to a nearby bookshelf. He reached up above you, and pulled a small hidden lever that released a metal hook that he looped your restraints through. It was high enough that you were just on the tips of your toes to stay standing, but not so tall that you were unable to touch the ground. 

“Disobedient pets must be punished.” he whispered into your ear. As he did, you could feel his hands running from your bound wrists down your arts, briefly across your chest, and down to your hips, where he firmly grasped your ass. Your breath hitched in your throat at his touch, and it felt as if your skin was on fire. He raised your skirt up and softly rubbed your ass, and chuckled lightly. “Good… No underwear.” He stepped aside, where you could not see him momentarily, and then his presence was back behind you. “Horny little pets must be punished… And you will thank me for each strike.” Your heart skipped a beat as you processed what he had said, and while your brain was still playing catch up, his paddle struck your rear end and sent searing, stinging pain across your body. Your knees buckled, and you let out an ecstatic moan as your legs shook and the hook holding your restraints supported your weight. 

Waves of pain and pleasure washed over you as you attempted to organize your thoughts, and you realized the Master was close to you, and you could feel his hard cock pushed against you through his pants. There was a moment where you almost started subconsciously grinding against him, but remembered enough of yourself to mutter out a “Th-thank you, Master…” before the next strike came. With each hit, shockwaves rolled across your body, and each time you thanked him. By the third strike, you were dripping wet and rock hard, and were shuddering with barely contained moans. By the eighth strike, you could no longer stay on your tiptoes, and relied on the hook and restraints to hold you up. By the thirteenth strike, you were a constant moaning mess, and softly begging to be used, thanking Master for the lesson. 

After the fifteenth strike, you felt the restraints released from the hook, and you collapsed to your knees before the Master. Your ass was bruised and painful, and you could feel heat rising from everything in that area. You crawled forward to grab at his pants leg, opening your drooly mouth, and begged. “Please sir… Please use me, let me please you…” His mouth curled into a smirk, and he slowly reached down to undo his pants.

“Come on then… Show me your best.”

You nodded and quickly reached up to grab at his waistband, his cock barely being contained by his trousers. You undid each button and slid them down, and his cock swung free. To say it was beautiful was an understatement. It’s skin was intimately soft and smooth looking, while still showing just how hard he was. He rose to a full seven inches, glistening lightly with precum already. You softly took his cock in your hands, stroking lightly and moving your mouth slowly towards him. You began by kissing the base of his cock on the side, and kissed up one side and down the other. He shivered, and you couldn’t contain your glee. After you finished kissing back down the length of his shaft, you stuck your tongue out and slowly drug your tongue the entire length of it, allowing it to rest fully across your face as you did so. As you reached the top, you licked up any precum that had leaked out, and carefully enveloped the head of his cock inside your warm, soft mouth. 

As soon as you did, the Master reached down and gripped the back of your head with both of his hands, and thrust deep into your mouth and into your throat. Your mouth was filling with saliva, and you did your best to massage his dick with your tongue, working up and down as he began to pull out and push in again in a rhythm. His already hard dick hardened more, and you could feel him grip you harder. He moaned your name softly, as he thrust as far forward as he could. You gagged, but pushed harder, taking him into your throat farther than you thought you could, and he shuddered in pleasure and quickly pulled all the way out, spit trails connecting his cock to your still open and begging mouth. 

You quickly and deftly grabbed his shaft with one hand and the head of his cock with the other and began working both. The shaft you worked up and down, the head you squeezed and twisted softly, and his moaning increased. He looked down at you, and you could see his desire for you burning holes through you. After working your spit into his cock, you went back in with your mouth, bobbing up and down as quickly as you could, feeling his chest heave up and down with pleasure. Your makeup began to run as he grabbed fistfuls of your hair and fucked your face harder and harder. Tears ran down your cheek, but you didn’t want it to stop.

All too soon, the Master did pull back and out of your reach, and gripped you by your hair, and threw you over the stool. He kicked your legs apart and lined himself up with your cunt. You were soaking wet, and shuddered as you felt his cock push up against you and before he could push into you, you used what little strength you had left in your legs to push back and insert him into you. You knew this was breaking a rule, but at that moment, you didn’t care at all. The Master moaned out loud, and cursed under his breath, gripped you by your hips and pulled himself completely inside of you. 

You had never been filled quite the way his cock filled inside of you. You were so wet, it was dripping down the insides of your thighs and you shuddered under him as he pushed into you over and over again. He slapped the side of your ass, and you cried out in pain and pleasure, and he thrusted even harder. For a few minutes, the top of the stool dug into you and you gripped it, trying to keep it from tipping over as you got fucked. 

At some point during this chaos, your shirt was ripped off of you, exposing your bare chest. The Master pulled out of you, and picked you up like you weighed nothing and propped you up on his hips. He locked eyes with you and there was something primal about the way he glared at you, hunger darkening his already dark eyes. He slid inside you and your hard cock bounced against your stomach as he continued to fuck you while standing. He slowly made his way to the chez lounge, before he quickly pulled out and dropped you unceremoniously on your back onto the lounge.

He dropped to one knee next to the lounge, and before you knew it, your cock was fully in his mouth, as he sucked and pulled with his mouth. You moaned and groaned out loud, squirming and leaning into his mouth and his touch. He sucked hard and pulled your cock out of his mouth with a pop and began stroking you while fingering your cunt at the same time. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck!!” You couldn’t keep your voice down as you could feel yourself approaching orgasm, but you weren’t ready yet. “I’m gonna come, Sir, please!!”

“Not yet. Not until I allow it.” 

You felt another surge inside yourself but fought off the feeling as long as you could. He quickly grabbed your waist and flipped you around again, and entered you from behind. You could feel him getting harder and harder, and knew he was also close to completion. One of his hands grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head up so you were looking towards the mirror, while his other hand stuck two fingers into your mouth and hooked you like a fish. You were drooling and moaning and your bare shoulders were so beautiful in the moonlight through the window. You could feel him swelling as he leaned forward, and breathed into your ear, “Look in the mirror and watch yourself being fucked, and remember that You...Are...Mine…” 

As he said these words, you finally looked at the large mirror above the fireplace, and… the Master wasn’t there. It was just you, moving, being fucked by an invisible force. The realization hit you far too late, as his fangs sunk into your neck, and you screamed in pain and ecstasy and blood surged out of your neck at the same time as cum surged out of both of your cocks. You had never felt an orgasm quite this strong as each pump of your heart sent a dizzying feeling through your body, while the Master simultaneously pumped his seed into you with new and slowing thrusts. It felt like it lasted a lifetime and more, but all too soon it was over, and you collapsed, completely used and simultaneously empty and full at the same time, leaking from all over, as the Master pulled away and stood, admiring his handiwork. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, as shivers of ever growing desire flooded your system.

“Go get cleaned up in the washroom, my pet, and take your time... “

He turned away and began clothing himself again, and turned back for one last look and an evil grin.

“What a good little plaything you turned out to be.”

[callipossibly]

A little dude Had a T-Rex plushie long ago. Asked my parents to return it cause it kept giving me nightmares about dinosaurs for several days. Hopefully it's still out in the world causing nightmares for some poor soul.

[weepingfoxfury]

Ever had a horse come to your door? Somewhere in the vagueish, distantish past this happened. Naturally it was on a Tuesday, as Tuesday is the only day in Tuesdayville. I remember that (as ever) the man on the radio was doing his morning classical best, marigold gloves were donned and there were suds aplenty in the washing up bowl. Dogs slumbered, birds chirruped and my mind had wandered into an alternate Universe. Then ... without so much as a by your leave, the soporific scene was thrown into disarray.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ... thumps on the front door, the dogs leapt into noisy action, suds became airborne, heart picked up the pace. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I carefully picked my way through the excited critters, managed to secure them behind the kitchen door and peered through the glass to see who the unexpected caller was ........ oddly, I could see no-one.

I opened the door and was about to peer further out ........ when the horse's head appeared. One minute an invisible visitor and now my vision was entirely encompassed by an equine noggin and legs. My eyes travelled up to find a most amused lady seatedvon the horse ... she had come to enquire whether I had lost a dog as there was one running up and down the road. To cut this story from any longer to short, the dog was not mine, I gave the horse a carrot, waved the lady goodbye, shut the door and laughed to myself at the whole occurrence.

As a final thought ... I'll give a nod to the long lost postman. He remains somewhere out there in the wilds of the garden and no doubt observed all that went on. Oh how I'd love to get his take on the story. Perhaps I'll leave some more scones and a pot of tea out for him and, if lured, maybe (just maybe) he'll say what he saw ..

[gardening-guy]

before i left for the airport, i took this photo of my parents' dog

such a creature... a lil guy...

[threshie]