Tag Archives: @Moiria


‘Well what?’
He – well, she, turned back to the mirror.
‘Well waddaya think what?’
‘You’re hot.’
She frowned. ‘That all?’
‘That’s what I think.’ I said.
She did not look at all satisfied. Pouting somewhat, she tried to do something with her haystack of a hairstyle, but there wasn’t anything seeming to come of it.
‘There’re some hairpins in the bag somewhere.’ I told her. She began rattling with the contents of the bag, until she found the hairpins. First she put them into her mouth, then suddenly changing her mind she laid them aside and turned back to me. ‘Why do you have any hairpins anyways?’
‘I bought them for you.’
‘Liar.’ She declared without a moment’s hesitation.
That was her. That was why I fell in love with him in the first place, and loved her still.
‘They were my girlfriend’s’
She did not comment immediately. Only a few seconds later, pretending to be incredibly preoccupied with her hair, she asked.
‘Was She hot?’
I smiled. ‘I wasn’t in love with her.’
She threw a disdainful glance at me. ‘I wasn’t asking that.’
‘She was. She was very hot… But she wasn’t you.’
‘You know you’ll be personally buying all my hairpins from now on.’ She said. I knew. She finally gave up on her hair – let it fall onto her shoulders and her back in an exotic, niagaraish manner, and climbed on the bed beside me. There was silence in the hotel room for a while.
‘So’ I asked ‘Are you feeling all right?’
She looked at me. ‘We’ll see.’ She said finally. She ran her petite hand along my stomach, up and down again. ‘But… But I really think I am.’
I kissed her. Long and hard.
And, for the first time, she kissed me back.


O-ooh. It’s hot in here. Aaah…Very hot. I feel my skin burning. I am bathing in hot air, it’s a furnace… I am a furnace. Both my nipples and my clit… My nipples, My clit are about to explode. I am either gonna sick onto this sofa, die or scream as hard as I can… AAh yes, I feel it, gonna be coming up from deeper than my stomach, right up my throat… I won’t I can’t hold it…. I thought I could, manly and powerful as ever… Bullshit… I haven’t even got inside and I am already moaning like the bich Sylvia is… Fucking whore… This is fucking amazing… Read more

Complicated Mattress

Johnny wasn’t sure his mother would approve of his behaviour in this very moment. Then again it is a fact, that Johnny’s original behaviour not pleasing his mother was the reason he could have ended up misbehaving this way in the first place. Although it is truly hard sometimes to define where action and reaction differs, and Johnny’s case is no exception.
Maybe if Johnny’s mother had been more thoughtful about her powers, or at least had a tidy enough mind to keep her pocket dimensions in order, she would not have ended up in a mentally near-unconcious gay man’s mind.
Maybe if she had been more private about her affairs and not invited her old gay schoolmate over every time her son was out of the way to wipe the man’s mind and have mindlowing sex with him before giving it back to the poor bastard, he would not be wondering on an eternally ascending staircase in a forest in Johnny’s body which while Johnny recognises as one of his mother’s creations he would certainly not.
Maybe if she had been trying harder to be a better parent it wouldn’t even have occured to Johnny to be cheeky about her businesses or to use the discarded malfunctioning magical medallion he found behind a passive-agressive tree in the pocket dimension.
But wherever the fault lies, the present state of beings are:
Terry is wondering in a small, and concerningly well separated pocket forest-staircase universe somewhere far away from ours, as much as ‘far away’ has any meaning applied to universes.
Johnny’s mother thinks he likes sensations very much.
And Johnny is, as weird as it feels to him, is enjoying herself beyond explanation.
What will happen now, nobody could really know. These are, after all, very complicated matters.