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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

He winged at the sharp crack on his ass. White paint radiated outward and he felt all of his willfulness melting away. Vigorously he turned and strained against his chains, pulling the weighty cart behind him into the city limits. His Lordship was late for church and this would not stand.

Thanks to the timely intervention of Fellows, you get a full body pony pic (its kinda huge). Fellows jumped in and drew the pose for the body and I tweaked what he created a little.

What really impresses me is how he took such an awkward head/ shoulders pose from me and produced a full body that believably matched.

So huzzah for collaborations!

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Let’s unMake Love - Day 1

I HAVE SEX WITH THE BEAST

IT’S A SECRET

When family is around I hide the Beast in the attic, behind the wardrobe with Mom’s wedding dress(es) in it. No one ever goes up there, but it would be easy to see their tracks in the dust. I’m not good at this.

(I think of the Beast as they. It makes sense in my head.)

That sick green light inside them still grosses me out. The glow makes shadows on the walls that don’t look right. The shapes they cast literally make me puke… Now I always turn on the house lights when they are in my room.

Their smell reminds me of a cattail pond. Not fishy, but kinda earthy with things growing in it.That sounds nastier than I meant. They’re not made of water.

The Beast feels different to the touch, like there’s six inches of lukewarm water between my finger and their skin. I can swish about, feel resistance, but still know we’re touching. But they’re not made of water!

When we’re doing it, the Beast does this thing where they get inside my head and won’t let me stop cumming. It is so friggin’ hot. Time stretches, my brain boils, and I can’t stop cumming. It puddles on the floor, floods the bathtub, strains every muscle in my body, I can’t catch my breath. I’m ruined for hours afterward. Like, no strength at all. I can barely think. My limbs twitch. Everything is so sensitive. 

This sounds really crazy. I should never let anyone read it. Is there a private setting or something for posts?

~Rodge

Future posts for this will get uncomfortably weird. I’ll tuck them under Read More tags and include content warning tags. These are sessions from a solo writing prompt game called The Beast.

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misterchristianx
misterchristianx:
“ My ambien is kicking in strong.
I watched The Nomi Song tonight. Great documentary with a lot of archival footage I’ve never seen about the musical oddity that was Klaus Nomi .
Beautiful voice, recognizable visual branding as an...
misterchristianx

My ambien is kicking in strong.

I watched The Nomi Song tonight. Great documentary with a lot of archival footage I’ve never seen about the musical oddity that was Klaus Nomi . 

Beautiful voice, recognizable visual branding as an alien/robot/nomi, part of the new wave rock movement, performed with Bowie on SNL, died alone in a hospital the year his second album (the big one) was released. Alone because all of his friends were terrified of the new AIDs virus which rapidly diminished the artist. Tragic story. 

I got the muse musings and drew up another ode to Nomi. I think he’s brilliant and he draws up so easily. Those distinct features make him him. Cheers Mister Nomi and whatever planet you are on now.

misterchristianx

This is pretty awesome considering I don’t remember writing or drawing any of it last night…

automatic drawing? somnambulism portrait
My ambien is kicking in strong.
I watched The Nomi Song tonight. Great documentary with a lot of archival footage I’ve never seen about the musical oddity that was Klaus Nomi .
Beautiful voice, recognizable visual branding as an alien/robot/nomi,...

My ambien is kicking in strong.

I watched The Nomi Song tonight. Great documentary with a lot of archival footage I’ve never seen about the musical oddity that was Klaus Nomi . 

Beautiful voice, recognizable visual branding as an alien/robot/nomi, part of the new wave rock movement, performed with Bowie on SNL, died alone in a hospital the year his second album (the big one) was released. Alone because all of his friends were terrified of the new AIDs virus which rapidly diminished the artist. Tragic story. 

I got the muse musings and drew up another ode to Nomi. I think he’s brilliant and he draws up so easily. Those distinct features make him him. Cheers Mister Nomi and whatever planet you are on now.

Song quote from Nomi Song

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