Stars Fly High

We shoot for the Stars and hope to land in another's heart

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[shootingstarwritings]

Cultural Exchange Program

There was something so sexy to Stephen Doyle about watching some kind of strange, unassuming creature exploring its environment while having taken over the body of another human. “Amazing,” said the creature who had, just a few weeks ago, been his college roommate—a young man named Gabriel, a 2nd generation mixed race guy with roots in just about every race, though he usually just referred to himself as Latino.

Stephen didn’t talk to Gabe much; though he did have to admit he was quite the looker, and certainly a bit of a charmer; he just knew vague details about the guy after skimming through Gabriel’s application for the cultural exchange program. Gabe had asked for his help during the process (Stephen was trying to become a lawyer and had plenty of experience scouring through long and dry papers).

What program? Well...

The year was about 2032. Mankind was no longer alone. Though the past few decades had been turbulent with the threat of nuclear annihilation, invasion, broken treaties, and a dinner party that nearly lead to the end of all sentient life on the planet, the world had finally calmed down. For the first time in years, species big and small were able to take each other’s hands and move forward into the future.

Part of that step was the Cultural Exchange Program throughout universities on all corners of the world. Due to his financial situation (and what Stephen assumed was undiagnosed ADHD), Gabriel had chosen to take part in such a program to reap the benefits they offered. And the result was a parasite—no, Stephen shook his head as he tried to eliminate such a word from his vocabulary while describing the Pommeterians. Too much blood had been spilled on both sides, and to not honor that was to allow those sacrifices to go on in vain. The results were a symbiotic race of people that used hosts bodies in order to experience the world and build their societies. While initially hostile in peace treaties, the voluntary hosts from humanity and the willingness to co-exist allowed for peace to come for the two species.

And for people like Stephen, a new way to explore one’s sexuality. “So, c-can he hear what you’re doing and saying?” he asked, eager to learn more. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Gabriel’s body as it looked down at himself, inspecting the various limbs and muscles he now controlled.

The Pommeterian stopped and stared at Stephen. This being the first time in a human body, it was not particularly good at facial expressions yet. That was fine, Stephen found those difficult to master as well. “I… Hmm… perhaps we should share names, first,” he said. “I will be your roommate for the rest of the semester, after all.”

Gabriel’s hands were trembling. What was he going to do? Stephen stealthy grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap to hide erection. The anticipation was killing him.

Then, Gabriel’s body brought its fingers together and raised it up about halfway—just about his stomach—palm facing down. “My name is Argophlux, of the Shayd Clan. Th-This is a handshake, correct? I’ve seen a few videos and clips about your customs, s-so…” Although his face and voice remained a bit flat, there was no denying the slight blush that crept upon his cheeks, nor how red his ears were turning. "Now I'm starting to realize that those videos may not have been entirely accurate."

Stephen’s cock softened, but his heart began to flutter. “Here. Let me.” With a gentle demeanor like a knight from a fairy tale, Stephen held Gabriel’s hand and carefully guided Argophlux through the proper steps. “Like this,” he said, fingers intertwined as they shook their hands together.

“Ahh…! It’s… it feels so quaint. So good. Feeling our palms connected, it's as if our souls are becoming entangled!" Argophlux exclaimed. Stephen nodded, his cheeks flushed. "You have my thanks, my friend.” The flatness in his voice remained, but Stephen could sense the sincerity from him. “And your name…?”

“Stephen Doyle, but just Stephen is fine. To be honest, I’ve heard so much about your kind, but seeing you now… Yeah, you’re just like us.”

“Like you?”

Stephen nodded. “Yeah, like I don’t really get any of these people, either.” He gestured towards the outside window, where people were hanging around the large lawn near the student union. Summer was stubbornly hanging on, and so most of the student body was enjoying the warm weather and perfectly going through the motions of interactions with not even a hint of difficulty that Stephen usually had. “Honestly, it’s fascinating looking at you. It's like I'm looking... no, never mind," he said, shaking his head.

To call Argophlux a mirror would just be pure arrogance. He didn't know him well enough to make such a comparison. But, seeing how similar they were… it felt as though Stephen could see another spectrum of himself, like when light goes through a prism and allows one to see the entire spectrum of color. Somehow, it felt like Stephen could see something about himself he hadn't quite understood until now.

And not only that… he rose from his chair and crawled on Gabe’s bed. He approached Argophlux, who didn’t withdraw or even seem the slightest bit uncomfortable. Their noses were almost touching. Their chest, rising and falling in an anxious rhythm, were almost in sync. Slowly, Stephen raised and hand and cupped Gabe's cheek.

“Can Gabriel see what you’re doing?” asked Stephen.

Argophlux nodded. “Yes, and he speaks to me. He tells me many things. And one such thing is that he wants you to keep going.” Stephen froze at those words. He stared deep into Gabe’s eyes, and he could’ve sworn the real Gabe stare back with a deep, longing look. A trick of the light, or was Stephen just seeing what he wanted to see?

Argophlux took the lead. He tackled Stephen onto the bed and pinned him down with Gabe’s body. Now the two were panting as they stared at each other, their crotches touching and the heat fully shared between them. “I’ve seen clips of it, once,” said Argophlux, Gabe’s lips quivering as he spoke. “I-I’ve always found humans… so fascinating. I-Interesting. I… I’ve been wanting… to touch you all. To feel these sensations you’ve had the privilege of feeling.” With one hand, he traced Stephen’s lips. “Have you ever kissed anyone before? Can you show me how?”

Stephen nodded. “I’ll show me many things. You and Gabe both.”

Their legs intertwined, and Argophlux lowered Gabe’s body so he was resting on Stephen’s. Their lips touched, and soon their clothes were discarded so they could feel the other’s flesh in their raw, passionate, and unorthodox three-way.

Humanity and the Pommeterians had many things to learn from each other indeed.

Apologies for being so busy last week and not uploading a story. Got some stuff sitting in the back I've been working on. Going to try and get some of those projects I've been trying to get done going soon. Thank you for your patience!

[saradika]

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[shootingstarwritings]

A big regret of mine with “Slimes vs Skins” was not being able to find a better way to incorporate the “shirts vs skins” pun better. But I didn’t have a lot of time to devote to that one pun. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it.

I’ve never written anything involving skin suits before and my mind ended up wandering towards the idea of how two different type of possessors thought about their different methods, and thinking about the gross details enamored me on the idea even more.

It’s interesting thinking about mechanics in settings like these. Reminds me of those “wizards vs warlocks” posts when discussing how the mechanical philosophy the two classes have.

And of course, I want to add no disrespect to your preferred style of stealing another’s body. Our diversity is our most charming quality~ a well-balanced party is the key to success, after all.

[shootingstarwritings]

Slimes vs Skins

Living with someone so similar and yet so different always caused conflicts. It was far too easy to see someone like that and begin projecting one's own flaws onto them—as people tend to do.

Sam and Carrie were a pair much like that. They attended same university, the same clubs, and even shared many of the same classes. Just before moving in together, they were basically best friends and deeply enjoyed each other’s company.

Then the new semester began, as did their struggles trying to live under a single roof.

On a normal Saturday with little exams nearby, Sam awoke and immediately rushed to gather all her bathroom supplies. Luckily, Carrie had been out late with her boyfriend, (Sam had to wear earplugs as the walls weren’t thick enough. They never were…) so Sam could have full monopoly on the bathroom for most of the morning.

Sam stepped into the bathroom, set down her supplies, and pulled the curtain back.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Then, after a few moments… “CARRIEEEEEEEE!”

Carrie was having a good morning sleeping in only for her roommate, Sam, to burst into her room, shaking with indignation. Carrie shot up and began rubbing her eyes awake with the palms of her hands. “Urgh… what? It’s like 5 AM right now, whore.”

“It’s 8, actually,” said Sam before revealing what she was holding behind her back. “Look!” she said. It was the skin of Carrie’s boyfriend gripped between two fingers. The hollow skin wobbled before Sam tossed it onto the foot of Carrie’s bed. “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t give a shit what you do with your boyfriend, but do not leave his skin in the shower. I nearly had a heart attack…!”

Carrie rolled her eyes as she grabbed the skin and began putting it on. “Seriously?! In front of me?” hissed Sam, but Carried ignored her.

Slipping on Kyle was always nice. He was a dumb college jock with delusions of playing in the NFL or whatever in the future. Carrie didn’t really pay too much attention to whatever numbers of stats he was talking about, but she liked seeing the dumb look on his face and loved the feeling of wearing his muscular body to cruise around. For whatever reason, Kyle’s hole never lost its tightness. Getting some nice cock back there felt a thousand times better than having sex with Kyle for half a minute before he finished and started snoring.

“Whatever, brah,” said Carrie as she finished putting the suit on and her voice immediately deepened. God, how much she enjoyed even just abusing Kyle’s dumb, slow voice to make Sam seethe like she was right now. Perhaps that vein on her forehead would finally pop. “Like you don’t do weird shit with your boyfriend,” he said, resting her head on Kyle’s hands, armpits exposed.

“Low blow,” snarled Sam, deliberately avoiding Carrie’s… well, now Kyle’s… smug stare. There was something so disturbing about a man with clear and intense amounts of brain damage to have such a focused gaze. “What I do with Harry is none of your business.”

“None of my business? Countless! Sleepless! Nights!” Carrie cried out, running Kyle’s hands through his immaculate hair. Sam looked to the side to confirm something. Yes, just as she thought, the semester started just two weeks ago. “Don’t look at the calendar,” snapped Carrie. “Look at me. I’m suffering right here. ‘Ohhh, Sammy! Get in there! Right through my asshole and make me play and cum all over myself!’” Carrie grimaced as she thought back to the time she had accidentally walked in on Sam possessing her boyfriend. Her slimy form was fucking three of his holes at the same time while taking him over. Sometimes she awoke in a cold sweat thinking back to that night. “Like, don’t you think that’s disgusting?”

“N-Not as much as trying to take a shower and seeing Kyle’s skin just, like, hanging there! If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought it was a dead body. I wouldn’t even mind it so much if you didn’t leave him just lying around the place. And that noise he makes when you ‘reinflate’ him.” Sam shivered as she thought back to that day. Never in her life did she even come remotely close to wondering what a ‘reverse meat-grinder’ (Carrie’s words, not hers) could possibly sound like, but thanks to Carrie she no longer needed to. She didn’t sleep well that night, and then seriously considered becoming vegan afterwards. “Urgh! Please, we have got to talk about boundaries.”

Before the argument could spiral even further, Bing Bong! went the doorbell's chime. “Well?” said Carrie, folding his impressive arms over his chest. “Can’t exactly answer the door as Kyle, can I?”

Sam sighed and walked to the front door. She really wished this morning had gone differently, but perhaps later she could turn it around. The semester just started, after all.

Once she arrived at the door, she took a look through the peephole and then groaned. On the other side was a pair of men that likely attended the same university. At the very least, Sam knew the two were her neighbors from the adjacent apartment. Their irate expressions were only slightly betrayed by their bleary-eyed gazes and bags under their eyes.

Taking a second to calm down and put on her friendliest expression and answered the door with a melodic, “Good morning!”

“Can you and your roommate shut your fucking traps?”

There was truly no hope. No hope to salvage this day whatsoever. “I-I’m sorry. I think I must’ve misheard you. Come again?” said Sam, struggling to keep her tone civilized. Was her vein showing? She really hoped not.

“No no, you heard him just fine,” said the man next to him, arms crossed and glaring down at Sam. “These walls ain’t that thick, we can hear you annoying sluts arguing every morning. We’re reporting your asses to the owner of this place.”

His voice wasn't loud enough to be called ‘yelling’ but it still brought back bad memories of Sam’s father during her childhood. On instinct, Sam hugged her left arm where the faintest scar was still visible on her arm. It was why she always preferred wearing long-sleeved shirts.

“Report?” A different, deep voice shook Sam. She turned around and gasped. Carrie arrived, clad in Kyle’s bodysuit, a pair of socks, and nothing else. Kyle’s cock, still quite long despite being flaccid, swung like pendulum as he lazily strut over. The two neighbors flinched at the sight and used their hands to avert their eyes. “Honestly you two chuckle-fucks should be the ones getting reported, harassing this distressed young lady. Don’t you have any shame? Fuck off.”

The two men left, but muttered stuff like “White knight,” and, “… still gonna report this…” before they were completely out of earshot. Sam shut the door and threw herself onto the worn-out sofa.

“Urgh…! Need something for this migraine.”

“What you need to do is give me a hand teaching those pricks a lesson,” said Carrie. Sam looked up and nearly chuckled at the sight of Kyle’s body with his hands resting on his hips and his body making a scowl that would never fit his scruffy face. “They keep me up all night with their stupid computer games and constantly speaking about their damn ‘cryo-curry.’”

“‘Crypto-currency,” corrected Sam. “But, you are right. They’re pissing me off, too. Plus, I really don’t feel like getting reported to the building’s owner. What do you think we should do?”

“Really?” said Carrie, one of Kyle’s eyebrows quirked. “We’ve got this gift and you’re not gonna go ahead and use it, girl? C’mon!” she said, tossing Kyle’s arms up in the air in exasperation. Then, she pinched a bit of loose skin on his neck, and soon Kyle’s face began to deflate. A slit formed on his chest, and Carrie began to shed Kyle’s skin off like a jacket. It was always odd, seeing someone clothed emerge from someone who wasn’t.

“Ignoring your talents and skills doesn’t make you humble, y’know. It just makes you arrogant," said Carrie in a serious, heavy tone Sam hadn't heard from her before. "Honestly, I think it’s kinda shameful to think you can just hang around normal people pretending you’re not some magical bitch—sorry, magical witch. It’s like a pro-athlete playing pick-up games with a bunch of middle-aged salary-men playing after their shift. Think about all those people desperate to have a talent like yours, and here you are wasting it." Carrie shrugged. "It's a shame, really. Beautiful and skilled girls like you and me come around only once in a lifetime."

Sam didn’t respond. She knew Carrie was wrong and shouldn’t be saying this sort of stuff, but there was something so intoxicating about her words. For a while, she hesitated. For so much of her life she had tried to repel the ‘abnormal’ tag so many others tried to place on her, with little to no avail. And yet, here came Carrie trying to shame her for that, as if trying to fit in was some kind of crime!

But, was Sam really so abnormal if someone like her was quite literally in the same room? “… I’m not arrogant,” she said. “But, I see your point. Just this once, let’s do it.”

#

It wasn’t difficult for two college-aged girls to convince two college-aged virgins to let them inside. So after a bit of planning Sam and Carrie walked over to the apartment next door and rang the doorbell. Sam let Carrie handle most of the work. “Like, hi!” said Carrie, making sure her voice was particularly high-pitched to get their guard down. “Listen, me and my roomie over here are so so soooo embarrassed about what’s been going on…” so on and so on she went, making sure to brown-nose the two guys the whole time. Eventually, she was able to step on through so that she could, “Really show how thankful I am the two of you haven’t reported us yet~!” said Carrie, pouting at the two.”

As soon as the two girls were inside and the door was shut, Carrie leapt into action. A quick flash of steel later, and one of the guys could only gawk in horror at the knife suddenly through his neck and the lack of blood. Already, he could barely move, barely think. Any chance of resisting was over as soon as he let Carrie through the door.

Before his roommate could even scream, Sam was already tackling the guy to the floor. She plunged her right arm, already melting into a pile of pink goo, into her target’s mouth and began flooding herself inside of him.

The one Carrie skinned was a man named Fernando. He was some kind of business major, but she really didn’t care. All she was worried about was just how much mass she had gain since putting him on. “Ohhh, now this feels good,” she said, taking a selfie using the mirror in his room. “He’s got even more mass than that other guy I grabbed. I might have to borrow him more often.”

Sam, in the mean, was sitting down on the living room and trying to calm herself down. She often tried not too abuse the spells and magics she had learned, but there was something so utterly addicting about taking another man’s flesh like this. The sensations, the way his body moved with such musculature, even the skin! God, the way his skin felt was so alien compared to how she usually felt. And these thoughts circling through his head. “I’m Sam, but… I’m also Alan. Alan…” The way this guy said his own name felt comfortable. So right. She wiggled his toes and flexed his arms as she kept repeating the name to herself. “Alan, Alan… ahaha…! I’m Alan!”

God, even just feeling his stomach and pinching felt hot.

“And also horny,” giggle Carrie as she left her host’s room. Sam looked down and tried covering up her erection that was starting to peek through her host’s boxers. “C’mon, Sammy! No need to be shy. We got work to do, anyway.” Carrie grabbed her host’s phone and waved it around. “Took a quick look through this guy’s memories. Apparently your host has a tri-pod we can use. Turns out he’s a wannabe streamer. Feel like making these guys wannabee porn-stars online?”

Sam hesitated, but there was little reason to do so when these new hands brushed up against her boner just a little too tight. Instantly, her whole borrowed tensed as a surge of erotic pleasure coursed throughout her system. She had felt similarly when she took her boyfriend’s body, but doing so in a different body meant this was a whole other world of sensations and possibilities. “F-Fine, let’s do it…!”

Living with someone so similar and yet so different from you was always a challenge. But two petty people could always come together against the world. In this case, it was a hate for annoying men and a love for abusing their nice bodies.

"NRGH! Yeah, fuck yeah, bro!" shouted Carrie as Sam filled Fernando's hole with Alan's thick, fat cock. "Keep pounding me, fuck fuck!" Carrie kept saying, making sure Fernando's cock was clearly in the shot.

"Keep moaning, slut!" shouted Sam, slapping Fernando's ass with one hand while gripping his thighs and pulling him into her thrusts with the other.

[shootingstarwritings]

Only One for you

Brandon let out an annoyed sigh mid-bite as his TV screen become full of static. “Urgh, again?! This is like the third time this month.” He had really been hoping this weekend would be different. The game was on and Brandon had made sure to make it clear today was supposed to be his day. “This better be important.”

As if to respond to him, some kind of black, gooey creature began pouring out of his TV. Still, Brandon remained calm. His heart was racing, and the bulge inside his cargo shorts began to tent out. As much as he tried to act as though this was an inconvenience, he couldn’t help but be aroused as the entity began slithering closer. It stopped a few inches from Brandon, its thin, snake-like body just hovering in the air as if to judge Brandon’s reaction. Was it observing him? Was it debating where it would enter this time? Each second felt like an eternity, and Brandon was soon growing irritated at this unwanted edging session.

Face growing red, Brandon shouted, “J-Just make it quick, all right? Stop holding me in suspense!” He cried out, slamming his fists on the couch like a child throwing a tantrum. Its thin, gooey body shot forward and struck itself into Brandon’s ear. “NRGH!” His whole body seized immediately after the creature made contact with skin. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the invasive process overloaded his body with pleasure. “Urgh… ahhh… haaah… oh yeah…! Get in there!” Brandon shouted, humping the air as this creature took him over.

Was it the tenth or the hundredth time this had happened? Brandon lost count long ago, and he took a certain sense of pride in that. Despite the years this creature still enjoyed high-jacking him and taking over his body to use for its own devious plans.

“Yes, please…!” panted Brandon, his mouth agape as his fingers squeezed the sofa. Static began clouding his vision as it always did. He could feel the creature slithering through his mind and filling the space in his skull. This was always the best part. Once it got inside and began filling the wrinkles in his brain, it would spread down his spine and throughout his entire nervous system. He likened to extreme bondage—his body completely immobile by his will and completely at the mercy of another. At first he was a shamed and even disgusted by this sensation. But now he was truly and utterly in love with it, so much so that he had bought his own set of rope in hopes that this entity would use it for its own sick pleasure.

“Nrgh… fuck, fuck! Yes, fill me up! Take me over and use me like a puppet!” Brandon shouted before it was too late. “AHH! Fuck, fuck! YEEEES!” he bellowed out, his best perked as he arched his back. It was as if he had gripped a live-wire of pure pleasure. His whole body lit up in one continuous, orgasm as his nervous system went haywire. His brain was lit up like a pinball machine as every inch of his body tensed up. “Hrck…! Nrrgh… ahhhh…!” Brandon could even move his mouth, only letting out guttural cries as his cock spewed out rope after rope of electrifying cum into his cargo shorts. His body continued convulsing afterwards, until it suddenly stopped and he collapsed, eyes shut, back onto the couch.

Brandon opened his eyes once more, and gone was the simple yet genuine gleam they usually had. Instead, his gaze was much sharper, more calculating. He took off his shorts and pulled at the front of his boxers to stare at the mess he had made. “Pathetic human,” he sneered as he licked all the cum he could scoop up. “Your discharge is my sustenance. If you go about wasting it how will I be able to properly feed?” Yet it could not deny the heavenly taste of the ambrosia Brandon produced. It acted high and mighty, but the truth was that this creature was utterly addicted to Brandon’s semen. It had tasted plenty of other men in the past, but Brandon was the only one it couldn’t live without. So even though it spent its days searching for a replacement and keep its distance, it always returned to Brandon.

Perhaps the day would come when two hearts became one, but until either party was ready to admit their feelings, they would continue to silently depend on each other in a bond neither of them could quite define.

[hauntedestarchives]

Started a new sideblog for reblogs

I've tried to keep my main blog strictly for my own writing but I also want to keep track of stories I enjoy, "inspirational" images/loose concepts, and to support other writers with reblogs... something that's sort of gone out of fashion!

Looking back through the archives, it's shocking to see stories from 5+ years ago with hundreds of reblogs when stories today will barely get a handful, despite the number of likes for a popular story still remaining decently high. Activity in this community has definitely died down, which is a shame because a community is just a collection of active members so if everyone is just sitting around in silence it's not really a community it's... I don't know... an assembly? A herd?

Anyways, I've set up a queue of reblogs so a few will post per day and I've begun going through and tagging everything for a more pleasant browsing experience (plus I do love to ramble a bit) so follow if you're interested in that.

[hauntedestheart]

New side venture started btw

[shootingstarwritings]

Little update, working on the lash entires for Body a Day since a lot seem to have gotten quite long but I should be able to get them finished by mid-April and I’ll probably try and get the last one done for my birthday. In the meantime I’ll try to get some short stories done and published while you all wait.

Hoping to get some larger projects off the ground as well. We shall see what the future holds. Tired from working lots at my job but somehow trying to make it all work while fulfilling my soul with my passion: writing.

In the meantime, feel free to drop some comments about anything you want to see. Not just from myself but from this little community in general. More of that or this, or just celebrate what you like from it. I always wanna make discussion and get people chatting and yapping about their thoughts.

I like how diverse this little community is. We have writers from all over and we try to remain respectful of all identities and body types. I’ve seen posts discuss gender in the writing in a way that remains empathetic to the subject matter and I’m thrilled about it.

[shootingstarwritings]

Possession Roleplay

When you're a pair wandering ghosts for hundreds of years, you tend to get a little bit bored of the same old same old.

Isn't that why we, as civilized and horny individuals, invented the concept of roleplay? Is it not a desire to play and induce a more spicy dimension to sex? And folks roleplay lots of scenarios that usually involve their mundane life. Playing doctor or acting as a corporate boss doing dirty stuff with their subordinates...

It was why my dearly departed and I roleplay this specific scenario: body possession. But, we mix it with a little bit of our own, actual possession.

During our regular searches for a host, we found this guy just hanging around the gym and decided to make him our next little project for the month.

He was an older man taking a selfie in the gym. Nice musculature but an attractive amount of aged fat that gave him a cute appearance. The treasure trail on his stomach was certainly a treasure in my eye. We didn't know his name, his status, or even his age; but still we craved him like nothing else.

I went first, as usual. "Nrgh...! The hell?!" The man cried out as my ghost essence began to slide into dad-bod flesh. "Ahh, s-someone... help!" Luckily the locker room was deserted as was most of the building. The man could do nothing but pant and moan like a whore as I fully took him over.

My vision refocused from the black void that came from diving into a man. My first sight was this reflection I stole. As eager as a schoolboy in a candy story, I stepped closer to the mirror and planted a deep kiss to my reflection. Yeah, this'd be a nice host for my husband and me.

I dug into the guy's wallet and pulled out his info. Charles Wallace. His address was xxx at !&*( Street. Nice.

"Hey, you done?" my husband asked. I could see his shimmering form in the corner, muted due to having the eyes of a mortal for the time being. I shook my head as I pulled out the car keys from Charles' locker.

"Just a second, darling. Let's get home first." Those first few minutes inside another man were unremarkable, but I enjoyed them. It felt nice doing the mundane as someone else. Seeing everyone look at you while wearing another brought about a certain thrill in me, like not wearing underwear beneath your pants. Seeing a few heads turn as I walked by definitely helped, too.

And the first thing I did when I got home was start flexing. I couldn't help it, could you? I just adored seeing muscle under my control, almost as much as I enjoyed said muscle moving without it.

But it seems like my husband began to grow more and more impatient. "Move on over, stud. It's my turn to drive!" he cried out before diving into my mouth, agape in a gasp.

As the last of my husband finishing slipping inside, I could feel the intensity of flesh multiply. Three souls now occupied this body, though Charles' was unconscious, and the constricting tightness made me reach an ecstasy that no rope could help me reach.

"N-No, this is my body...!" I called out, trying to hide my erection as I stared at Charles' reflection. My legs rubbed up against each other as I tried to stand while trembling with pleasure. I kept trembling as I allowed my husband to fill each of Charles' heavy limbs. Even though I could no longer move them, I could still feel the goosebumps and chills.

Finally, Charles' body straightened as he let out a low moan. His eyes opened and my husband smirked at his own reflection. "Ahhh, niceeee. Always love taking the big dumb straight ones." We had no idea if Charles was even straight or not, but that didn't matter. The story was already forming.

I took control back. Charles' face immediately turned into a grimaced as I begged to his reflection. "Get out of me, p-please!" I moaned as I felt my cock get even harder in these shorts. Already, my husband was shaking his hips to slide them off. "Ahh, what're you doing?! Pervert, don't!"

The smirk returned. "Hey now, I'm just trying to have good time like anyone else, my guy. Don't take it personally." He slapped one of Charles' pecs. "If anything, it's your fault for having such a nice, sexy body. I couldn't help it, really." His bit his bottom lip as he began twerking one of Charles' pecs, and I nearly lost it right then and there. I swear I could've cummed five times over just feeling that.

"P-Please, d-don't make do these erotic things. I-I'm a straight guy, I-I don't get aroused like this!"

"Straight?" My husband taunted back, guffawing as he performed a double-bicep flex. "With these babies? Hell no, that'd be a crime!"

The shorts came off, then the underwear; a pair of boring boxers that we'd have to upgrade to jock-straps later on; and soon enough my husband was jerking off this cock like a pro while playing with our sensitive chest. My very soul writhed in pleasure, so much so that I could barely even pretend to put up resistance.

"C'mon, is that all you can do!" My husband said, glaring at his reflection. "Don't even mind another dude is jerking off this fat cock?"

Instead of protest and horror like I wanted, I could only manage a tired groan as I panted. Forget the beast with two backs, we were a beast with two cocks. "N-No more... I-I'm... I'm going fucking crazy..." I was hardly roleplaying right now, my vision growing hazy as we explored this body. "I-I'm... I'm... oh god, I'm fucking cumming!"

We painted the mirror white with out thick loads. Then, Charles' body began to tremble as I lost focus. Slowly, my ghostly essence slipped from his mouth as I became ejaculated from his body as well. "Oh, damn. Didn't think it was that good for you," my husband said, chuckling as he saw my embarrassed form. "C'mon in, we got about a month of this to enjoy."

I slipped back inside and instantly felt our cock grow hard again. Twice the ghost twice the arousal. We took a deep breath to relax so I could get back into character. "Ohhh... you fucked up asshole," I hissed, voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, for me? You shouldn't have, Charles." My husband said. He knelt down and began to lick the trailing cum from the glass while I protested.

"Fuck, no no!" I cried out from the inside. "Stop making me do all this gay shit! I can't... I can't take it anymore!"

"Sorry to disappoint you," my husband said, licking his lips to get the last of the delicious cum. "We're gonna a couple much-needed loads up this ass, next. By the time I'm done with you you're gonna be begging for me to never leave."

"N-No, please. Anything but that...!" I breathed out, moaning. The rest of the month was spent with me protesting in Charles' mind as my husband cruised around like a chaotic slut, having this body groped, fucked, and exploited in ways neither of us could've ever thought possible.

Roleplay keeps things fresh, and how else do you keep the passion going during eternity? Hope you all enjoy this little way to spice up the bedroom whenever you and your partner are feeling bored.

[captainmalewriter]

Last Minute Tag Along

Business trips are always such a headache. Traveling for work might sound like a good deal at first, but the constant fights with TSA and the never ending jet lag will have you quickly changing your tune. Sure, I had fun at first— like I will never forget the first time I stepped foot in Italy on the corporate dollar, but I’ve become pretty jaded after about two years of working at this job. It’s just not as exciting as it once was. But I think the most frustrating part of my frequent work trips is how often I have to leave my beloved boyfriend Jason behind. 

Jason was unlike any man I have ever met. He was magical— literally! We first met about 10 months ago at some gay club I don’t remember the name of anymore. I was bar hopping with some friends that night. We caught each other’s eyes among the crowd. He approached me first and offered to buy my next drink. While I wasn’t particularly interested in interacting with men that night, I’d be crazy to turn down a free drink. Plus, his smile was so damn charming I couldn’t help but accept his offer. We had a wonderful conversation that was filled to the brim with thinly veiled sexual attraction. I invited him back to my place after we finished our drinks, where we proceeded to make the walls shake until sunrise. We made it official after about two months of seeing each other almost everyday. The rest was history. 

I sighed as I leaned back into my recliner seat. Just remembering the night we met was enough to get me smiling like a buffoon. I should be used to it by now. I had to fly out at least once every other month. And yet, I still missed him. I wouldn’t see him again until next Monday at the earliest. The thought of waiting five whole days was making me more depressed than I already was from sitting on a seven hour long flight. And to add insult to injury, I was sitting across from some snoring asshole that was taking up all the leg space in our section. I just couldn't catch a break…

Whatever. There were still more than five hours left before we arrived. I decided to plug in my headphones and try sleeping some of the flight away. But just before I could doze off, a sudden cold breeze brushed up against me. The cold air enveloped my entire body through my clothes, jolting me wide awake. It was strange. The passenger AC vents were off. There shouldn’t have been any cold wind… Unless, it wasn’t wind at all. 

I grinned when I realized what was happening. That wasn’t a cold gust of wind. It was my boyfriend! I wasn’t kidding when I said he was literally magical. Jay was a well-seasoned magician with all kinds of tricks up his sleeve. He must’ve snuck into the airplane using his incorporeal form. Nobody would’ve noticed him that way. Not even me. 

“Jay, my beloved, what are you doing here?” I whispered. It was a stupid question. Or rather, it was stupid of me to ask. I knew Jay wouldn’t be able to answer me in his current form, and it’d cause too much of a scene if he just shifted back to his physical form right then and there. No matter. If he couldn’t use his usual body to talk to me, then he’d just have to borrow another body. 

“Hey, babe? The dude sitting across from me… He’s sound asleep.”

The cold wind that had wrapped my body began to dissipate. I could hear a slight howl as the air in the plane cabin shifted. The man was sleeping with his mouth wide open. I couldn’t help but massage my hardening member through my jeans as I watched the man’s cheeks fill up with my boyfriend’s essence. I’ve experienced this spell once or twice before, so I know just how good it feels to have every nerve in your body flare awake as another man fills you up from the inside out. Between you and me, I was just a little bit jealous of this stranger. But it was fine. My boyfriend will be fully inside of him soon enough, and that thought alone made me pitch a tall tent in my pants. 

The man’s eyes shot open once he had a mouthful. The last step of the spell was for Jay to travel down his throat and seize full control. However, the man was putting up a solid fight against it. He was coughing and gagging all over the place, but never quite managed to spit my boyfriend out. It was a deadlock struggle. Some of the other passengers turned to look at us. It dawned on me that I had to step in and put an end to this before they drew too much attention to us. I unbuckled my seatbelt, sat on the man’s lap, and pressed my lips against his. 

I had done this once, maybe twice before. My goal was simple: distract the man long enough to let Jay finish taking over his body. A kiss was usually enough to get the job done. The man froze for a brief moment as he processed what was happening. That one moment was all Jay needed to slip down his throat. I massaged his back as I kissed him to help Jay travel smoothly inside his body. I felt the man take a deep swallow as we kissed. His body began rumbling wildly, likely as a result of Jay taking over the wheel. Then, he laid there quietly. I smiled inside. The body takeover spell was complete. Before I knew it, the man came back to life and began kissing me back with the same feverish energy I had started with. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and grabbed my ass like he owned it, causing me to moan slightly. We made out for a few more seconds, then pulled away with a satisfied sigh.

“I missed you so much,” I said. Jay smiled. Even when it was with a different body, Jay’s captivating smile always made me melt inside. 

“Thanks for the warm welcome, babe, and for the helping hand. This guy was a real fighter! I was starting to get worried I might not be able to take him over!”

“No problem,” I kissed him again. “You know how much I love helping you with magic. I hope you don’t mind the new body though, I didn’t have time to scope out one to your tastes.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have chest hair. I mean, just check me out!”

He popped his shirt open and I groaned with delight at the sight of his hairy chest. I reached out and cupped a pec, letting the weight of it sit on my hand. Jay smirked as I massaged and pinched his nipple. 

“Looks like you’re diggin’ the new bod too—”

“Excuse me!!”

An elderly woman stuck her head into our section. She scared the shit out of me! I quickly retreated back to my seat while Jay hurried to button his shirt back up.

“I heard a lot of coughing coming from over here. I don’t know what’s going on but if everything’s fine now, can I ask you both to please keep it down? I’m trying to rest!”

“Our apologies, ma’am. We’ll keep it down,” Jay answered. The lady went back to her section. Once we were alone again, Jay leaned in close to my ear. 

“I’m going to the bathroom. Wait like five minutes, then come meet me there. I felt something hard poking me while we made out. As your boyfriend, it’s my job to take care of it… And I’m just itching to put what this guy’s packing to good use too.”

He kissed me on the cheek, then got up from his seat. He winked at me while adjusting the massive bulge he was sporting in his shorts. I watched as his package moved around as he walked towards the plane’s bathroom. The next five minutes couldn’t come soon enough! While I still had no idea why Jay randomly decided to join me for this work trip, I’m sure glad he did. Suddenly, this week-long business trip didn’t seem so miserable. After all, I’ve got my boyfriend with a new, smoking hot body to keep me company.

[shootingstarwritings]

Question for my fellow writers in the field, how do you like to write your stories? I personally prefer writing them down on a notebook first before typing them up, although I sometimes I go straight into a document and whip up a quick story.

Finished filling up this notebook the other day and started a new one.

[shootingstarwritings]

Got inspired a lot by all the talk about writing and making stories for this community. Doing and trying my best, despite how hectic life has been lately. And, I'd like to thank all my readers and their wonderful feedback and support these past few years even if my update schedule is rather dreadful!

Thank you all for your support so far. Writing is my passion, and I always put a bit of myself into every piece of art and fiction I create. Just doing that in and of itself is a gift and an expression of who I am. No matter how insane or frightening the world gets, nobody will ever be able to take away out ability to craft and create.

For all my fellow writers in the community, thank you and let's keep creating!

[shootingstarwritings]

Thank you for Hosting

Marduk prided himself in always doing his research for everything in life. This got him a doting wife, a great house, a thriving career, and grateful children already off in college. It was also through his careful nature that he knew exactly how to find hook-ups—his profile on Grindr had him listed as “DL.” He did all of this under his family’s noses, and they were none the wiser. Yup, just about anything and everything can be cheated on with enough research and a mind as sharp as Marduk’s.

Tonight, his wife had just departed for her flight. She was going out of state to visit her ill mother. Though she had asked Marduk if he wanted to come, he declined and assured her that her mother would be much more pleased if she went alone. No need for Marduk to interrupt mother-daughter time! The children were off living in their campus dorms, and so Marduk had the whole house to himself.

“Thank you for hosting,” said the message with a winking emoticon. The sender was a younger man named Henry. Compared to Marduk, he was rather thin but flexible, as the explicit messages he had sent Marduk had proved. “I’d do it, but I still live with my folks. I’m also DL, but for my safety rather than my stability.”

Marduk didn’t feel like asking him to elaborate, so he simply arranged the date and time for Henry to arrive, the latter of which eagerly agreed. The two had their eyes set on the other for a while now, but circumstances made that difficult until this weekend.

Marduk smirked to himself as he dressed up—not showering tonight as Henry had requested.

The moment Marduk opened the door, Henry all but launched himself at Marduk. “Been waiting for this all day,” Henry whispered, his voice needy and breathless. “I’m sooo hungry for you, daddy.”

That was all Marduk needed to hear. Fired up, he lifted Henry up and carried him to the upstairs bedroom—not at all concerned about getting Henry’s scent all over the sheets. He needed to fill this tight hole soon or he’d go mad.

“Nrgh, f-fuck!” Henry cried out, writhing and moaning on the bed. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. His cock, already leaking, stiffened suddenly as Marduk fucked him. “F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum…! I’m gonna cum,” he said, slowly losing the breathlessness and playfulness in his voice. “Not yet, no, I don’t wanna c-cum just yet. I’m not ready to give this up just yet.” It was as if he was a completely different person from the youthful man that Marduk invited inside.

However, Marduk wasn’t paying much attention. His own thrusts became wilder and more intense as the twink beneath him tried resisting his own orgasm. “C’mon, moan some more for me,” Marduk growled, unable to stop. Henry’s hole was so tight and warm that it was driving Marduk insane. And those soft squeals… they were driving him crazy. “Ohhh, keep moving your hips. I-I’m so close!”

“Shit, no good…!” cursed Henry through gritted teeth. “I-I’m cumming!” he cried out, arching his back and thrusting his hips high in the air as his untouched cock shot several loads that came down and stained his torso. However, Henry’s writhing didn’t stop as the last of his cum dribbled out of his softening cock. No, his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, as his body convulsed even harder.

Only then did Marduk finally stop and looked down at Henry with concern, not wanting to alert anyone by having someone have a seizure in his home. Hey, you okay…?” he said.

As if to respond, a trail of blue slime erupted from Henry’s mouth. Marduk didn’t have time to react before it shot inside his own mouth. “MMFH—! MFF!” He tried shouting for help, but the slime made that all but useless. His body writhed as it began flowing inside of him. The two’s bodies were connected, tethered by the blue slime.

What’s happening…? Thought Marduk, vision growing hazy. Even though he tried to run away or throw Henry’s body away, he couldn’t force his heavy limbs to move. Even so, he soon realized that his body wasn’t stopping. Although the movements were a bit more awkward, Marduk’s body was still thrusting—as though listening to another will besides his own.

W-Why can’t I stop…?! Marduk’s thoughts were a panic, but even that began to wane as his mind began growing foggier by the second. Adding to that was the electric jolts of pleasure coursing throughout every inch of his body. He involuntarily shuddered, his moans muffled by the invading slime as it finished crawling inside of him. Feels… to good…! I’m going crazy! Lemme cum, lemme cum, I just wanna cum!

All caution thrown to the wind, Marduk begged whatever entity was invading him for a reprieve of this never-ending pleasure. It felt as though he was on the cusp of climaxing yet unable to actually ejaculate. He had no idea pleasure could feel so torturous.

Marduk’s body pulled Henry closer and thrust as deep as he possibly could. His bush met Henry’s own as he, mouth agape and eyes going cross, pumped what felt like a year’s worth of cum into Henry’s unresponsive hole. Every rhythmic thrust seemed to drive Marduk further and further to the back of his own mind. He screamed into the inky black void; not from horror as another’s will supplanted his own; but from the sheer bliss this mind-blowing orgasm gave him.

Meanwhile, Marduk’s body convulsed as it flopped on top of the unconscious Henry. Once the trembling settled down, Marduk opened eyes and sat up on the floor. At a certain point, the convulsions had been so intense he actually fell off the bed. However, he didn’t seem too concerned about that nor the unconscious Henry. He stood up with a low groan, admiring the sheer weight he now possessed, and strolled over to the master bathroom. He glanced at his reflection, tilting his head to try and capture every angle.

Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Usually I prefer taking over spry young men, but this? This one I like…” he said with a chauvinistic smirk. The real Marduk could only vaguely hear his invader’s taunting words, and he was far too mindfucked to care. “Damn, this body feels good! Virile, too.” The slime that had possessed Marduk ran his hands down Marduk’s cock and shivered as he felt it respond. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons with this stolen cock it was still right back up and raring to go. “Nrrgh.,.. oh fuck, yes…! This is me now!” he cried out, jerking his new fuckstick like a madman. Everything in this new body felt so right. The weight, the mass, the sensitivity. Just touching his cock felt like sex. But jerking off was another experience entirely.

“Fuck, fuck! Nrgh, I’m cumming!” His knees buckled on him as several rounds of cum struck the mirror and stained Marduk’s reflection. Panting, Marduk relaxed on the bathroom and chuckled to himself.

“I hope you’re ready for your new bachelor life, Marduk. Your wife is gonna be sick of you and your cheating ways soon. Oh, and thanks for hosting, by the way.”

[hauntedestheart]

[nonotnolan]

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I kept debating this post, but the siren call of the Soap Box is too strong. I'm adding Heart's tags and follow-up post to this reblog for the added context, sorry not sorry for the light mode screenshots. I've also spoken about AI at length before, but to TL;DR-- I won't use it for graphics, but I understand why some people in this community do. I sure as hell won't use it for writing, and I hope you feel the same way.

So... as a community, we tend to go through high and low cycles of active creators. I don't want to start ringing the Doom Bell too soon, but I do think that this particular low cycle happens to coexist with a high spike in AI content, and that's pretty damn unfortunate. AI cannot ever replace this Community in a meaningful way, and I hope those of you who enjoy those videos know that. I also hope that no one here is taking this Community for granted.

And look, I'm not saying that if you read this, you now have to submit a five-paragraph minimum fictional story. I understand that not everyone wants to be a writer. But that doesn't mean you don't have some sort of creative outlet that you could pick up as a hobby. Draw the illustrations, paint the portraits, compose the jingles...embroider the tapestries, whatever. But do something, you know? No one (credible) is expecting you to be an artistic savant right out of the gate. No one is demanding that you immediately monetize your hobby with Ko-fi or Patreon. You are allowed to be bad at it! You are allowed to be bad, share it anyway, receive tips, and keep practicing to slowly improve over time! I swear that is a thing you can do. I promise you that if the idea is good, people will still read it and enjoy it. I promise you that your self-doubt and your inner critic is much more harsh than any random online user will ever be.

That said, some of you have other hobbies and other creative outlets, or a lack of time, a lack of a stable environment, whatever-- and being a creator is not for you. And that's fine, it really is! But that doesn't mean you're off the hook. This is a Community, and there are other ways to contribute. Do you realize how much of an impact reblogs have on a story's share radius? To simplify the math, every one reblog is an extra five likes. Blogs that exist to share work that they enjoy are the backbone of this Community, and quite a few of them do not write a single piece of original fiction. That doesn't make them any less important! Readers are important, sure... but Readers alone do not keep this community afloat. We need Authors, and we need Rebloggers. Create a secondary or tertiary blog if you need to keep your primary account free of porn or erotica, you'll get no judgment from me! You'd have to pay me at least six figures to publicly link my primary username to this NoNotNolan account.

But I hope you'll be inspired to do something. It's a harsh political world out there, and times like this are when we need Art more than ever. Yes, even weird gay niche fetish art. Hell-- especially even weird gay niche fetish art. Please don't take this Community for granted. Without a new generation to keep carrying the torch, it's just going to fall to the ground. And I, for one, would be quite heartbroken to see that light get extinguished.

[shootingstarwritings]

Apologies about taking such an extended time off. The body a day stories will continue next Monday. I hope you can all wait patiently until then.

[shootingstarwritings]

I think it's a fever :( sorry, gonna have to put the rest of the stories on pause for now. I'll try to update as soon as possible