ALL ABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARD THE SS CLAIRTEN
ALL ABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARD THE SS CLAIRTEN
So, I read Questionable Content. Claire is a recently introduced character(and by recently I mean within the last year or two) who is a transwoman. Ever since she appeared, I have been shipping her with Marten, the character who has been around the longest, from strip #1.
They… they might finally be getting together, if this last week’s comic arc is any indication. I mean look at this:
This is wonderful and awesome and I love it!
PayPal: The unfunny punchline to a bad joke that no one wanted to hear.
The Pocketbook Ultra is the newest e-reader on the market and it breaks a ton of conventions. It has a rear facing 5 megapixel camera and page turn buttons that are on the back of the unit. Readers will dig the six inch e-ink Carta touchscreen display, which will provide faster page turns and less full page refreshes. Today, we check out the Ultra and give you a sense on what the commercial packaging looks like and finally we power it on for the first time.
Coming Soon… The Treatment 2: Welcome To The Happy House!
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Sandra and her best friend Cassie are less than a month away from college, and Cassie wants Sandra to move in with her. Sandra has never told her best friend the real reason why she doesn’t want to be her roommate. But when Cassie discovers her friend’s secret, things work out better for both girls than Sandra could have ever dreamed!
This 1800-word quickie contains trans girls and first-time sex.
“Oh. Well…” Cassie licked her lips and looked up at her slim friend. “Well,” she said again, then lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Sandra’s neck. Caught by surprise as Cassie pulled her head down to hers Sandra stumbled back into the ping pong table. Cassie’s mouth collided with Sandra’s, crushing their lips together.
"I’m sorry," Cassie pulled back from Sandra’s lips. She pressed her soft body against Sandra’s slim form, her large breasts warm against Sandra. "That wasn’t smooth. It was a lot more smooth in my imagination."
"I. Okay. That’s." Sandra realised her hands were on Cassie’s waist. Where Cassie’s t-shirt had pulled up a bit, Sandra could feel bare flesh under her fingers. The base of Cassie’s belly pressed against Sandra’s groin, matching the spreading warmth from the blonde’s big tits. The smart thing to do would be to gently push Cassie back. Sandra left her hands were they were. "Not smooth was okay."
Cassie pulled Sandra down again, this time for a proper kiss. Sandra closed her eyes and let her lips move across Cassie’s, relaxing into her first kiss. You should stop now, Sandra’s mind warned her. Instead Sandra slid her arms around Cassie’s waist, loving the softness of her friend’s skin.
In Sandra’s panties something slipped loose and rose up.
I warned you, her mind said. And I told you to tape it this morning, didn’t I?
Maybe Cassie hadn’t noticed yet. Maybe there was still time to escape. Sandra broke off the kiss, trying to pull back from her friend’s body. The ping pong table was in the way. Cassie looked up at her friend, her hazel eyes meeting Sandra’s dark eyes. Cassie’s face set into an expression of shock and realisation.
"Oh my God," she whispered.
Sandra tried to push back, scraping the table along the floor. “Cassie I’m sorry I didn’t I should’ve -“
"Can I touch it?"
Daddy’s girl Betty Lindskold has lived all her sheltered life in a small gated community, and her new neighbour is the first Black man she’s ever seen. Her parents have warned her about men like Mal Parker, warned her about the things they do to innocent young White women, but Betty’s not certain she believes them. Surely all those terrible things can’t be true. Or can they?
This 2700-word short contains scenes of very rough sex, interracial sex, and domination.
Kobo has rejected my newest story “Betty’s Black Breeding”. Was it because of the pairing of an older man and younger woman? The interracial fetishization? Crude language? Rough sex? Who knows? Not me, since Kobo isn’t saying.
Perhaps I’ve gone too far.
"My parents warned me about Black men," said blonde Betty Lindskold to her new neighbour.
"What?" He said. Betty stepped across the threshold into his home.
"Hey, you can’t come in here! Get out!" He was taller than her by half a head but only a bit broader. He wore an old blue t-shirt and jeans, perfect for moving house. Betty wore a short pleated skirt and nearly translucent rose-pink blouse with pink tennis shoes and multicoloured stockings that only reached halfway up her thighs, and no underwear.
Perfect for being raped by the Black neighbour.
"My daddy told me about you," Betty said. Her new neighbour’s gaze darted from her face and down to her hard nipples and back again. "He told me what Black men do to White girls, but I’m not sure I believe it. I wanted to come over here and see for myself."
"I… I…" the neighbour’s adam apple bobbed. He looked out the front door, eyes scanning the street, then looked back to Betty. "Is this reality TV? Am I on camera?"
"It’s my birthday today. Eighteen. The party isn’t until this evening, and my parents won’t be home for a couple of hours."
"I’m a web designer," he said. "Things like this don’t really happen."
Betty stepped closer to him, almost rubbing her breasts against his chest. Close enough to feel the heat of his dark skin. He stepped back, letting go of the door. It swung shut behind Betty.
"My daddy told me that you all just want to rape White girls, you just want to fill us with your babies."