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Daily Hedonist: Hacker Siren Adventures Part 1

16 Oct


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Alice in Bondageland, Chainmaille Mike, and me



So, I did this thing a while back @fetishannex that completely blew my head in a very, very good way.  Alice in Bondageland came up and we did a really, really fun geeky scene involving me, as a hacker, getting kidnapped by ninjas and then being broken in as a new recruit to their fiendish gang.  We did the shoot at about 3 am and Alice and chainmaille mike had to leave in the morning.  So I didn’t get a much time to process it.  I decided to digest the experience by tweeting for a week as if the scene was still on.

In taking over my own aftercare, I created a monster.

The Hacker Siren Adventures

It started out as a bit of a joke, but now its morphed into a full-fledged erotica with chapters and everything.  I want to start sharing the adventures, but they pick up at chapter 2 after the weeks worth of tweeting and ‘yall are going to need some background first.  (especially because the actual footage of the scene might not be posted on fetishannex for a while)

sorry you have to read it from bottom to top, someday when I’m a more professional pervert I’ll have the software to make it look prettier


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the daily hedonist: but you’re not even touching!

6 Sep

My legs still shaking from the game of leg-grind chicken we’d warmed up with, I try to stand to relieve the pressure on my head.

He’s pulling my hair harder than anyone has ever pulled my hair before.  and he knows I love it.

“don’t just say it’s too much.  that won’t help you now.  only “yellow” counts now”

my heels are starting to slide on the tile.

I resist the urge to squint my eyes shut against the pain and instead lock my eyes on his, as if we’re still playing the same game and I have a chance of winning.

I smile a little, and he smiles back more, tightening his hands to fists in my hair.

(we’re both such hams for an audience.)

and god would I be lost in those eyes if my body wasn’t so adamantly singing with pain.

My knees give one more good buckle and I know I can’t stand any longer.  I easy myself back, giving into the increased pain as I get closer to his thigh.  When I finally sit down the pain on my scalp and the relief in my legs are pulled out in three big moaning screams.  I arch back into the sensation as I realize I have fewer places to put all this pain.

he lets up just enough for me to notice that I’m dripping wet.  I continue looking in his eyes as I rock against him a little, daring him to give me more.

and he does.

peals of screams come out of me before I realize I’m the one making them.

he leads my arch back so far I can feel the back legs of the chair starting to lift, but I never once think that he doesn’t have me.

balanced like this I’m caught.  there’s nowhere left for me to go to avoid the pain.

I’m gasping, screaming, my body violently raking against the pleasure

“But they’re not even touching!?!”, I hear someone in the audience proclaim.

and my smile finally widens to match his

your daily hedonist: eggs over easy

9 Aug

She’s cooking up something extra special today.

Although I she’s trying to keep it a surprise, I catch on right away by the smile on her face when she gets up to start fixing the usual morning coffee.

I can start to smell something delicious from the kitchen… something involving potatoes? Possibly something else… it smells to complex to just be one of her usual breakfast recipes.

After what seems like a very long while (with all  the delicious smells coming from the kitchen) she comes in with two bowls and a smile ten times wider than the one she had when snuck off to the kitchen.

She’s made golden garlic potatoes with cheddar cheese, eggs over easy, avocado, and jus ta bit of Tapatio.  She’s cooked me eggs over easy many times before (it was one of the first breakfasts she ever perfected for me) but this was a whole new level.

I use the prongs of my fork to gently push past the very tempting avocado slices so I can more easily pop the yolk.  She watches my every move, eager to see me taste it.  I press into the yolk and it yields for just a moment before giving way and spilling its slippery golden contents all over my eggs.

I chose the potato  slice covered in the most yolk for my first bite.

And it is pure heaven.

After indulging the feeling of the warm yolk-potatoes in my mouth for what feels like hours, I take a few more bites from similar potatoes, this time getting just a bit more cheese.  The flavor is getting more and more full-bodied and melty as the cheese mixes with the yolk when I finally choose a bite with avocado.

and then I melt

your daily hedonist: morning coffee

7 Aug

I wake her up with a gentle nudge on the shoulder exactly 30 minutes before I have to get dressed for work.  She’s groggy and I can tell by the way she moves her legs, back, and neck are stiff from a night of little sleep.

But she gets up anyway.

I can hear her turn on the kettle and start bustling around in the kitchen.  She tries so hard to be quiet, she knows it pleases me to have her work silently in the morning, but since she is so tired I can here little mistakes.  A cabinet door closed a bit too roughly.  A dish dropped a bit too quickly into the stainless steel sink.

Her work slowly starts to get quieter as I can hear the kettle slowly starting to work its way up to a whistle.  She catches it right as it starts to boil and a few moments later she’s quietly carrying in my mug (with just the right amount of almond milk), a small plate of brownies she made last night, and my favorite french press with my favorite coffee.

She snuggles back in with me for a while, moving much more easily now, so her head can rest on my lap as I check emails.  After 3 minutes have passed she reaches over and presses my coffee, as I watch the grounds get slowly crushed to the bottom.  She pours the coffee slowly, making sure no stray grounds fall into my mug, and then hands it to me with both hands.

She snuggles back in and I can feel her skin on my naked thigh.  I take a moment to breathe it in before tipping the mug up to my lips.

“Is your coffee good, Sir? Did I do a good job?” she asks

I close my eyes enjoy my first sip.

“mmmm…. very good coffee.  You did a very good job.”