I’m not sure which pic you are referring to. :/
I’d really like to but right now all I’m doing is reporting my old art per fan request. I haven’t done anything new in a while. My pc kinda died.
My sleeping meds not only make me black out, they make me continue functioning ‘normally’. The IMs I’ve written while under the influence are pretty hilarious. Letters come out and sometimes words but “And I want to be hunting god the firm Toqtqooybgodbgii” is not very graceful.
It will show up soon. I’ve been without a working pc for the last two weeks, but I’ve got one now and I’m continuing to repost my old work. Expect more this week.
The most important thing to know about any kind of kink is that there are not set rules. Don’t let others define or set what is and isn’t possible in a kink relationship. Its personal, you and whomever you participate with decide what works and what doesn’t.
Look up switching. There are many individuals in relationships that take on the role of dominant and submissive at times. There is also such a thing in puppy play as an alpha pup - a pup that doms others in the scene.
The important thing to remember is that this is personal, this is your experiment and your opportunity to find what works for you. Don’t let convention and the “community” decide how this works. Its more than just a clique or norms.
I not a fan of the zombie apocalypse. Its been done too much and is just blah anymore.
I do enjoy the supernatural aspect or a man-made doomsday. But not a nuclear holocaust.
I tend to just really enjoy the remains of human civilization. I don’t really care much how we get there. :p
Thanks!
Doubtful. I’ve lost my drawing mojo for now and diapers are not high on the list.
Well I am flattered.
Good question! I haven’t been overly creatively lately. Hence the lack of new art. I ought to write a bit but I just have not had the spirit move me.
Just when it was getting good, too. I know. :(
It was pretty random in the first place. :p
Something about a priest paddling some native boys. *shrugs* Not my thing, but I needed the cash for a new tablet.
Most of my commissions never get posted and do not come with a story.
There’s a beating inside of me.
Open up, we can take it slowly.
Let’s dissolve our humanity.
You found the beat of my heart: my heart beat.
For the who of you that care :p
The paladin got massacred this weekend - overkilled by a wyrmlord. No one was really sad about that… This also means I finally get to prep my animate the dead spells.
Fuck lawful good in the ear.
We’ve been working our way through it slowly. Real life has causes a couple pauses. Last time we had a pretty awesome assault on a keep in a swamp.
Pretty easily done when all I had to do was cast silence, sneak in, and make all the guards fight each other. Everyone else rolled in and mopped up what was left.
I’m having a blast with this character. But I always love the mind control characters. Blood mages in Dragon Age, possession in Bioshock Infinite, brainers in Apocalypse World. On and on. No one is surprised. ;)
Taking people’s free will away by force seems to be one of my hobbies.
I’ve never really been a big on drow. The femdom side of the race is kinda cool but I never really got into them. I think the gamer-cultural obsession with Drizzt really turned me off of them XD
I’ve been more of an illithid fan ;) Psychic master-race with squid heads? Yes please.
Games I’m playing now:
Games I was playing last year:
I think I’m happier with the current state of games. :3
You monster! ;)
I like some of it, but its hit or mess depending on the art. Some of it is really bad art >_>
It won’t give up.
It wants me dead.
Goddamn this noise
Inside my head.
Just treated as animals. I liked the idea and that was all that mattered :p
Sorry, boss.
Its up on y!gallery/furaffinity still, I believe. I’m slowly posting my older work here on tumblr. Not really in a rush. *shrugs*
Crazy week has been crazy. I’ll get around to it eventually :p
Hmph. No clue.
Ah well. I’m not going to post it again. :p May it rest in peace.
wogglepony replied to your photo: Old Mister X art reposted One of my first and best…
Nice piece, don’t suppose you have a version that includes the text, as the explanation enhances the pic (and more of poor Timmothy would be wonderful too).
Alas, no. The text was profoundly long from a rp that went on for months. It was written years ago and the forum has since died.
Fenton was gobsmacked.
People found this erotic? It was strange and almost comical. Fenton was unable to laugh. The closeness of the previous day’s interview and the awkwardness that followed were still to fresh in his mind.
All the same, Fenton’s erection had not faded, much to his shame. The youth tried to tease himself off to the images he viewed. Pictures of people as human sushi trays, videos of strange rubber suits that immobilized the body. But he couldn’t overcome the rush of embarrassment.
This was not happening, he thought as he gazed down his abdomen at the twitching member between his legs.
The youth closed his laptop and flopped into bed, exhausted from a strange day. Things could only get better tomorrow, he thought.
***
No alarm clock the next morning. There hadn’t been a need for alarms since the last day of high school in the spring. Consequently, Fenton always overslept, often in a puddle of drool, wrapped around a pillow.
Some hours later Fenton found himself face down on his keyboard, startled awake by the error beeping noise that comes from pressing too many keys on a computer for too long. His face was imprinted with the keboard’s pattern and his back was sore from the awkward posture. Apparently he’d never gotten around to cleaning up his cum from getting off earlier, and his thighs and tummy were caked in dried seed.
Gross, he thought to himself and picked at it absently.
The video had been a smaller twink getting hammered into a bed by a larger and much more fit man. The boy whimpered and squealed and pawed at the bedding and the man’s chest. Fenton wasn’t really sure how much had been acting and how much was the fact that the boy really was getting fucked out of his little brain.
All the while Fenton slowly stroked himself under the desk. Lately the youth had taken to humping his chair as well, the pressure of the seat against him as served to arouse him more. By the end Fenton always ended up feeling like a whore or a perv. ‘Look at how little it took to get him panting like a slut.’
As the video reached its climax, the boy wailing and biting down on a mouthful of bedding while the bigger man pumped in and out of him like a fleshlight, Fenton sucked in a long draw of breath. His own climaxes always left him with a sheen of sweat, quick panting breaths, and his limbs all aquiver.
Fenton whimpered a deep, needy moan before relieving himself. All the stress of the day before seem to liquefy as he got off. It was an intensely good feeling and Fenton slumped back in his chair, his arms limp by his sides as his cock slowly went soft once more.
But that had been hours ago. Startled awake as he was, it took a moment for Fenton to register the hardon twitching between his legs once more. The libido of a teenager, he thought. I’m lucky I don’t get friction burns.
His text bar blinked for a moment onscreen while he pondered what to get off to. But then curiosity and drowsiness overrode his better judgement and Fenton typed the words “human furniture” into the search box.