Archive for January 11th, 2018

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “Z-Word” and “Pussy Liquor”!

January 11, 2018

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Girl Next Door”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica (since Simon is takign a well-deserved break this week). But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two stories, “Z-Word” (MC MF MD) and “Pussy Liquor” (MC MF FF MD FD CB)!

“Z-Word” is about Amber, who’s having just a little bit of trouble remembering a word someone used in conversation with her. Which is odd, because it was just a few moments ago, right before she started following their every command…here’s a taste.

If I knew him, I would have remembered. I know that. My memory is excellent–I don’t say that to brag, it’s just a statement of fact. Anything I don’t remember hasn’t happened. Anything that hasn’t happened, I don’t need to think about. So I didn’t think about whether I’d met the man before, or why his eyes seemed to make me feel so warm and comfortable just like he was an old friend. Because I didn’t need to think about it. I just let all that slide away to the back of my mind and looked into his beautiful blue eyes for a little while longer, because it felt so good and made me so happy. My lips spread into a joyous smile all on their own, because he was smiling at me and that made it so easy to smile right back at him, and it seemed like I just stared at him forever before I realized it was rude of me not to say anything. So I said, “Hello.”

And he said…he said…it’s so hard to keep events in sequence. I keep jumping ahead to that moment I can’t remember, skipping over all the other stuff that’s perfectly clear in my mind to get to that one tiny little thing I keep forgetting. Was it ‘zebra’? ‘Zero’? ‘Zugzwang’? ‘Zip-a-dee-doo-dah’? I’m chasing down one possiblity after another, wandering down a trail with a thousand dead ends, and practically running my mind in circles trying to guess until my thoughts feel dizzy and exhausted. It’s a waste of time and energy, and so I make myself stop. I force myself to abandon the random stabs at an instant solution, and start thinking in ordered terms. That’s how I solve problems–I make a process, I break the process down into steps, and I follow the steps with rigorous discipline until I’ve done all the things I need to do. This is no different. I just need to follow my instructions and I’ll be perfectly satisfied.

First things first. I take off my clothes, pulling down my jeans–oh, my gosh, I can actually feel the warm moisture soaking all the way into the denim. God alone knows what my panties are going to be like. No wonder I’m having trouble with my memories, if I’m this turned on. I neatly fold them and set them on a shelf next to a taxidermied penguin that’s seen better days.

Hope you enjoy it! And as a bonus, we have “Pussy Liquor”, which brings back Eris and her unique superpower. She’s dealing with a new villain, one who’s found a way to weaponize it and use it against her…her and everyone else in the world. Here’s a taste:

So even though Eris knew that in a lot of ways she was the absolute worst person for the job, she made herself continue toward the mansion. Doctor Zoltanus (her mind seamlessly inserted the disclaimer, ‘Not a real doctor’) had forced her hand by kidnapping Julia; she couldn’t take the risk that even a relatively competent hero like WildRose or Adventure Girl would make a mistake that could endanger her friend, let alone calling in a loose cannon like Harrier or Azure. She knew Zoltanus was laying a trap for her, and she knew she was walking right into it, but all the alternatives were even worse. Eris couldn’t take the chance of leaving her childhood friend to become one of Zoltanus’s drugged slaves…or tortured, or brutalized, or–CLAMP. Eris had to do this on her own, that was all there was to it.

Especially since it was Eris’s fault that Julia had gotten involved in this whole mess. Julia didn’t even know that Tara Tate was secretly Eris, partner and confidante to San Delfino’s protector of the night. She probably had no idea why the Blood Cult of Doctor Zoltanus kidnapped her. (Okay, he didn’t actually call it ‘The Blood Cult of Doctor Zoltanus’. People didn’t tend to sign up for anything involving the words ‘blood cult’. But Eris was the one writing the casefile, and she didn’t see any reason to mince words.) Julia was probably terrified right now, and that was assuming she could think at all.

Eris slipped in behind the first guard, drifting as lightly as a cloud through the unkempt grass, and dropped him with a swift chop to the cluster of nerves at the base of his head. She couldn’t afford to use her fear gas, not tonight; if one of Zoltanus’s men got twitchy, they might sound a full-scale alert. Eris couldn’t afford that. She’d already slipped up once, the last time she put Zoltanus behind bars, and it had disastrous consequences. She couldn’t let herself make another error, not with so much at stake.

Hope you enjoy it!