Blankslatey, Author at NSFW story

Another Night at the Arcade (Solo F, Toys?, Beast?, Size, Create-A-Cock)

Emily Northam brushes a strand of auburn hair off her cheek as she pushes the door open. A familiar electronic chime rings.

She doesn’t see the owner Ray in his usual perch behind the counter, and so calls out, “Ray? Want me to flip the sign?”

Ray responds from the back, his deep voice calling from somewhere in the long hall of plywood booths, affectionately called the Arcade, hidden behind a thin black curtain.

“Yeah, let’s open ‘er up. Almost done back here.”

Emily turns back to the door and flips the small hanging sign from “Closed” to “Open”. Outside, no one is there to see it yet. The sun is still hovering above the horizon. But Emily knows as well as anyone that as the sun disappears, the perverts come with the dark. And in the town of Viselle, they come here. They come for Emily.

Ray emerges from behind the curtain, whipping greasy hands on a blue towel.

Emily drops the duffel bag with her make-up and change of clothes behind the counter. “You taking care of yourself back there? You know I’d throw you a free one if you asked politely.” Read more »

Admitting the Difficult Truth [MF] [Wife comes clean to her husband] [Cheating] [Confession]

The kitchen seems so much smaller at night. During the day, the sun fills the room. It’s bursting with laughter and life, the center of a happy home. But tonight, it’s empty and dark.

Well, empty except for my husband and I.

“How fucking could you?” he asks for what feels like the hundredth time.

“I’m sorry.” I sigh, again. My eyes are puffy from tears, and I keep fighting back the urge to sniffle.

“Just…” He runs his hands over the smooth wood table, like he’s looking for something to touch that isn’t me.

“Just tell me what happened. I deserve to know that much.”

The clock ticks on the wall, loudly. We’d bought it together at an antique mall one lovely Saturday in June. It was a cat, with eyes and a tale that ticked away the seconds, back and forth, over and over. Of course, that all happened a long time ago. When we still had a chance to be happy. Before I cheated on John.

“I….” I try to begin. But how do you tell a story that you know will destroy someone? How do you cut someone to the core? Take their soul and crush it underfoot? Read more »

The Only Way to Save the World [M/F][Lovecraft][Age difference][Very slight horror]

Roger uses a finger to pull the blinds aside, only enough to carefully peek through without anyone seeing from outside. The sky is full of lightning and colors that aren’t possible. His mind shudders when a sudden flash of white electricity from heaven illuminates a long tentacle arching across the sky.

“How’s it looking out there?”

Roger steps back from the window shaking his head. “Let’s say, not great. We’re running out of time. Old Gods, aliens, fucking death muppets. Whatever you want to call those things, they’re here, and they are royally fucking shit up.”

Becca looks up from the book she’s been studying with a pained expression. She chewing on her lip absentmindedly with worry. “Ok….ok, ok. Here we go.” She brushes a wisp of raven hair back behind her ear and adjusts her glasses.

In their little duo, Rogers was the muscle. Ex-cop, grizzled and jaded to all hell. A million other people could have filled his role, as long as they could swing a chainsaw when the demon hordes were running towards you. But Becca was the brains. Half his age but ten times smarter, she’d been studying ancient religions are Miskatonic University when the bottom started falling out of the world. Read more »

The Only Way to Save the World [M/F][Lovecraft][Age difference][Very slight horror]

Roger uses a finger to pull the blinds aside, only enough to carefully peek through without anyone seeing from outside. The sky is full of lightning and colors that aren’t possible. His mind shudders when a sudden flash of white electricity from heaven illuminates a long tentacle arching across the sky.

“How’s it looking out there?”

Roger steps back from the window shaking his head. “Let’s say, not great. We’re running out of time. Old Gods, aliens, fucking death muppets. Whatever you want to call those things, they’re here, and they are royally fucking shit up.”

Becca looks up from the book she’s been studying with a pained expression. She chewing on her lip absentmindedly with worry. “Ok….ok, ok. Here we go.” She brushes a wisp of raven hair back behind her ear and adjusts her glasses.

In their little duo, Rogers was the muscle. Ex-cop, grizzled and jaded to all hell. A million other people could have filled his role, as long as they could swing a chainsaw when the demon hordes were running towards you. But Becca was the brains. Half his age but ten times smarter, she’d been studying ancient religions are Miskatonic University when the bottom started falling out of the world. Read more »

ExXxposed in the lab – [M/F][Drug enhanced libido][Shower sex][Technically part 3]

Brandon carefully measures out 188 mL of the pearly green fluid from the flask to the graduated cylinder. He moves slowly and deliberately, holding the flask with both hands and watching for even the smallest errant drip.

On the other side of the lab, Dr. Mark Kimball sits on a stool and carefully sifts through papers and manila folders.

“I have to say, guys. These results are amazing. The original formulation was pretty potent, but this stuff is next level. We’re seeing increases in pheromone responses of nearly 150% and the gene targeting is hitting nearly three times the markers. How are we doing on final phase testing? That’s the last thing holding us up from getting ExXxtra to market.”

Melissa looks down at the clipboard in her hand. “Well, I think this is about it, right?” She glances towards Brandon.

Sitting the Erlenmeyer flask down carefully, he nods. “Should be. Then it’s on to human trials. Unless we just want to skip that step for tradition?” He waggles his eyebrows knowingly. Read more »

The History of Sex [F/M-robot] [sci-fi?] [Public] [dubcon]

Melanie barely pauses in front of the bio metric scanner as she enters the museum for the day. As a joke, they still kept an old factory time clock by the front door, complete with punch cards for each member of the staff. But like most everything else in the museum, it was only a testament to a more primitive age.

The scanner gives a pleasant hum, acknowledging that DNA molecules in her breath have been verified and the system acknowledges that she should, in fact, be at the museum today.

“Good Morning, Melanie”, a voice chimes.

“Morning, Otto!”

Ok, so technically the pleasing tenor belonged to Automatic Museum Operations Unit 2303, younger brother to similar units currently running the Met, the Smithsonian and Louvre (and all other museums in the world, if we’re getting right down to it). But Melanie had decided early in her tenure at the museum that AMOU (the designation used by most of the staff) felt too impersonal. If the AI system could adopt a nice male voice when it spoke to her, she could take the effort to give him a name. A short brainstorm later and Automatic had morphed to Otto. She’d yet to hear anyone else use the name, but she felt it had helped her grow closer to the AI. Read more »

Scientific Observation [F][College][Overheard][Drugs]

Susan holds the test tube up to the light and checks the hash marks against the reddish liquid inside.

As a student assistant in the campus research lab, she shouldn’t really have this. In fact, given that the study into aphrodisiacs and sexual enhancement was being shuttered and the samples were all being destroyed, she really, really shouldn’t have this. But as any enterprising young scientist might do when dollar signs start flashing in front of their eyes, she’d taken the matter into her own hands. She’d stolen a sample and devised the perfect human trial.

“So about half, I guess?” She mumbles to herself, looking down at the notebook open on her desk. With a dark blue pen, she sketches a few numbers to double check the formula and nods. It has to be perfect.

Pushing back from the desk, she listens carefully for sounds from the room next door. Silent.

*Good*, she thinks silently. Her roommate isn’t awake yet. Phase 1 can proceed. Read more »

Brenda from Accounting [MF] [Office][Public][Nerd Girl]

It’s super early, and I’m the first one in the office, as usual. I unlock the front door and turn on light switches as I go. Stopping by my office for my favorite Star Trek Mug (Voyager), I make my way back to the kitchen to start the coffee pot.

Several minutes pass as I wait for the machine to brew. I spend the time thumbing slowly through Reddit.

“Oh, hey.”

“Gaa!” My phone goes flying and lands face down on the linoleum.

“Oh, Jesus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

My face is beet red as I stoop to pick up my phone. It’s Brent from Sales. Brent from sales has never spoken to me before. You see, I’m Brenda from accounting. In accounting, I’m probably a 6. Maybe a little overweight if I’m honest, but with a nice face and blonde. Honestly, blonde and my tits probably give me at least a point and a half.

But Brent….Brent’s like a sales 8. Which is an accounting 12. He’s tall and good looking. And funny and charming. And…and everything else. I’m secretly in love with Brent. Actually, most of the women in accounting are. Read more »