spywareonya

12 minutes ago, HitEmAll said:

The story is really great! hmm I'd love to watch the MILF taking a huge piss over the vampire's victim!

This is one of the features of the "new" me

I am… more in touch with the predator within me, and it's not laughable. I voyaged in the depths of my consciousness as part of the therapy to get rid (at least partially) of the abuses I suffered as a child. I came to think that violence was Always bad, hating it since I suffered it

But now, I realized it is bad only when utilized for a negative goal (like my family abusing me). Elsewhere, is part of Nature, and we humans made a mistake censoring it under excessive morality. In this post-apocalyptic world, the Cosmical beings known as Dark Lords act roughly as referees, creating a world full of violence, where entities are free to do whatever they want, as long as it is driven by hormonal desire for battle and conquest, and not as an act of arrogance. The difference is slight but Paramount: beasts and Gods alike have instincts, and somehow, when people live by instincts, somebody got hurt. It's part of the game. But EGO, that is forbidden in my Path (which this story is based upon) as ego makes you ravenous. Not a honourable predator, but a megalomaniac. And this leads to EVIL.

The Dark Lords are thus cruel beings (they focus so much on reincarnation that care little for keeping your current life) but also devoid of arrogance, and are Keepers of Balance between the two Columns of Existence, which are the core energies we all are pushed to feel toward others, and which are Empathy, and Conquest (which includes both domination and destruction).

Think as this narrative arc as a "place" where you can explore your darkest fantasies… indeed, a mother and daughter almost incestously piss on the corpse of the one who raped them, is quite visceral, intimate, and dark, isn't it?

2 hours ago, Peefreak99 said:

I like the blackster guy mabye we could give him a machine gun and a tank? Haha i don't want to mess arround with your script tho. Love this story i can actually picture the vampire infront of me and also some of the scenes. 

Well he is your character so I would be more than eager to give him all you want, the only problem is that in the Arrival world nobody is producing gunpowder anymore because materials ran out during the Arrival War, when the manifestation of the Dark Lords in this dimension/universe caused half of humanity to shapeshift to folklore monsters. So a gatling would be quite hard to replenish. Same for a tank.

An Axe has the great benefit to never run out of fuel nor bullets ahhahahaha

The next chapter will se the developing of the relationship between Nancy and the milf's son. There's something of you in him too, altough Nancy's nastiness to him will prove a bit higher than how would I cuddle you in real life… they will be a bit more bdsm.

But there is something of you still. How he grows balls quickly, the braveness under the layer of humility. As I said, this is a therapy book I wrote… and some characters are inspired by people who are part of my psyche even when I am away from this place for weeks… and you definitely rank among them. You are part of my life and will be even if one day one of us relinquish the forum forever.

There are a bunch of persons here I constantly think about...

Anyway, chapter ELEVEN written. I'll write at least another chapter tonight… maybe two. Not think this is gonna end up quickly. Things just come up to me... sometimes I think I should try to get published for money, but then I think, fuck it, this place is my heart and my goals!!!

30 minutes ago, Alfresco said:

@spywareonya, what a great return to the forums.  Welcome back, you have definitely been missed.   I love the way you have written and the different themes that only you would think to include.   Looking forward to future developments.

THANK YOU

I missed you just as much as you missed me

This narrative arc is very important to me and will take all my energies until it's completed (it's a book, I'm publishing chapters here as soon as people read the previous one), but it is verrrrry long, and I have already wrote much of it

I'm at chapter 10 to be honest, and will write 11 or even 12 today

So as soon as people read it, I post the next

I hope you liked the first 2 chapters, next will come shortly

I masturbate a lot, up to 3 to 5 times per day. When I wake up, it must be quick because my day starts very early, but usually I take all opportunities I have to finger, at work included. Then on the bus during the trip back home (after peeing on the back of the seat in front of me, usually), and then before sleeping, at least two orgasms but often I don't stop until I had at least three. If I watch the right porn form me it can happen quite quickly.

I used to be part of a private club, with swimming pool and sauna. You can serenely understand that, since piss can be mistook for water, and many persons were going around in the Whole club, there was water all around, and this gave me the chance to actually piss literally WHEREVER I wanted… Usually anyway, to be precise, I didn't pee "just while swimming": I stopped near the edge, pretending to be relaxing, then actually put my bikini to one side and piss there, slowly and relaxing. The feeling of pissing in the water with your bare pussy exposed to it, is magnificent, like water exert a slight back-pressure against your pee hole which for some reason you do NOT feel if you pee THROUGH your bikini. Usually my piss is not too dark so the cloud quickly dissolved, and the pool was one with warm water not cold one so nobody noticed the difference with my piss

I also had pissed and fingered many times, completely naked in the sauna. Once I even pissed off a prudish woman who saw me relaxing all naked in the sauna, more or less in this position:

and she asked me with a subtly bothered voice "Can you cover up at least a bit?" I looked at her quite nastily and firmly answered: "NO". She made a sigh, feeling insulted, and simply didn't speak to me again eheheheh!!!

On 9/19/2019 at 7:08 AM, Sweets said:

So what do You like to see when watching a girl pee.  Do u like to watch it come out no help just flow on its own.  Do u like it  when she opens it up to watch the pee come out. Or maybe pull up on the clit while peeing.  

I love to spread my lips when I piss

It makes the action more pondered and intimate, plus I love to spray far away and avoid messy dripping down my shaved crotch

This is also because out of a long serie of reasons (stealth, hurry, occult-related devotion to sluttiness) I do not wipe and never wear panties nor pantyhose nor trousers, so my pussy must stay clean, and to keep it such, I must avoid messy dripping

So I spread. Even in my videos you can clearly see that!

When it came to watch my lesbian lovers pissing, I loved whatever way they used to do. My favourite remains spreading, but not over an exceedingly easy explaination: the truth is that I do not exceedingly love messy pissing unless it is kinkily voluntary and intentional, for playing. Without it, I must admit that making things neat and clean is paradoxically part of my fetish, because altough I actually am  fascinated by piss itself (I even got horny seeing dogs peeing along the road), the other half of my fetish is about the empowermente of humnas, reclaiming the right to piss in public, so it must happen alongside ways and modalities which are actually HELPFUL and friend to the girl who pisses: unvoluntary messy pissing is NEVER helpful and forces girl to curse the moment they chose or were forced to pop an unplanned squat. I do not like that: I like girls to be happy with the outcomes of their choice to piss where they shouldn't. In order to have that achieved, piss must come out in a neat and pleasant way. 95% girls have to spread to achieve that result. 5% has a neat stream even without spreading, in which case I do not feel the need to ask them do such.

My fetish is indeed much , much deeper than it appears: what I really love is to see girls upholding my philosophy of serenely reclaiming the world as their toilet: it's the Whole process of picking a place as soon as they need, refuse to care for the rudiness of maybe picking a really disrespecting place (from my POV it would be much more disrespecting to force oneself to follow nomal lines of behaviour), then take a private moment performed with all the possibile comfort, not in a guilty and messy hurry. When I behold a girl act like that, I feel like I met (or created, if she's one of my disciples) somebody completely healthy from a psychological stance, and I feel I can commune with such a person on a much deeper stance that how I could with others

The Young brave boy

The daugher

Now the family: I wanted them to be realistic, good looking and sex yet more out of a "healthy" and "vigorous" natura rather than sophisticated look. It's a post-apocalyptic world afterall

The MILF

Sexy Nancy

Her new jeep was soooo coooool!!! She could feel the breeze on her porcelain skin and the night was so dark and mysterious… She adored the night, altough it wasn’t so safe since the Arrival. The foulest creatures imaginable (and many completely unimaginable)  were hunting for food, or simply for the twisted pleasure of the kill.

She pushed on the gas, the engine roared, it was magnificent. She lifted an asscheek and farted, the vibration reverberating on the leather seat. She exploded in laughter: “This is Fart&Furious, bitches!!!” and speeded even faster on the deserted lane.

Waaaaaait what was that?! A hitchhiker? Braaaaake!!! Wow, the brakes were mighty, holy fuck! And now, going reverse. Reveeerse slowwly… ok, there it is! But… what’s he doing? A madman with an axe! Bah… soooo original!!!

A spurt of blood exploded on her face, suddenly. Whattafack?! She cleaned her eyes and behold! Miracle! Behind her aggressor, a very tall and muscular man, aaaall in black leather, and two huge studded bracelets, not for fashion but for war, with enormous spikes. His face was completely painted in black and white like black metal music bands, and he just chopped off the head of the axe-wielding maniac, using a bigger axe. There’s always a bigger axe-wielding maniac. He better learn the lesson for his next rebirth. She smiled at the new arrived: “How’s the night?”. He grinned evily, and swinged the weapon, still dripping: “Majestic and dark. The Obscure Lords of Primordial Chaos bless us with the evil we need every day”. “But ain’t day, it’s night!!” precised her, and exploded in laughter, leaving the other a bit puzzled. She looked at the corpse, and went out from the car. “What… what do you want to do?” he asked, confused. She tickeld his chest, his pectorals were exploding under the leather vest. “Well…” she laughed, still playing with his muscles, “…I’ve been driving all this way through, and, well… you know… ladies can end up having… needs…”. He frowned: “You wanna fuck the body? I can offer the same death-cold stiffness, believe me”… He paused, and seemed to doubt: “Well, yes, I can understand that anyway nothing is like the embrace of the true death… but believe me miss…” he knelt in front of her, “In order to have you… I would gladly be dead”. Awwwww he was soooo nice, she could really fall for a man like that!!! But he got all wrong! “Nouuuuuuuu” she arched the lips, her magic shapeshifting her temporarily into a manga-like caricature with a mouth like UUUUUU. “What did you think I meant?! PISS!!! I’m talking about piss!!!”. His eyes widened in disbelief: “But he’s dead! What pleasure can he take from that?”. Nice point, she reflected. “Maybe…” he was so smart and gentle, “…you never pissed on somebody dead, and you want to try the thrill…”. She shook her head: “Oh, silly boy, I did already many times! But indeed… maybe… I never pissed on a blackster”. He stood proud and with an evil smile: “I’m no blackster, blacksters are just metalheads listening to black metal without understanding it. Me, I’m a servant of the Dark Lords!!!”. Oh, that’s interesting. She never heard about the Dark Lords needing servants since They were trans-cosmical beings of absolute and mathematical omnipotence, but maybe he meant that he was a devotee of Their sinister teachings of freedom, violence, and exploration of the most forbidden pleasures. Well, who cares, blah blah blah let’s fuck!!! She jumped on him, and prepared to release the content of her bladder in his mouth, messing all the war-paint…

(Nancy first person) WAAAAAIT boys are not interested in heterosexual piss, they like girls pissing unto stuff or unto other girls!!!

…but just before starting, she realized that, for some reason, she wanted to piss on a girl. She stood up, and helped him too to get back on his feet. Now that she was focused, she got back in the car, and picked him up too: “Let’s find a girl that I can piss on!!!” He smiled at her and caressed her cheek. She was scandalized!!! She slapped him, “I’m not that kind of woman!!!” she yelled at him, wore her most insulted face, then grabbed that fuckin’ hand, and relocated it on her boobs. He squeezed them properly, she smirked at him, now satisfied, and unzipped his pants. Starting the engine, press on the gas, and gently stroking his big hard cock, she got on the streets again, roaring in the night. She looked at him and grinned, then she bent down, and started to suck his cock, driving with just one hand and without looking at the road AT ALL. He felt like in heaven, but was a bit scared: “Do you think it’s… safe?” She got up: “Oh come on, it’s a fantasy for everybody to get a blowjob while driving!”. “Yes”, he obliged, “…but while WE are driving”. “Ooooooh!!!” she looked shocked like after a revelation, like she was really OMMMMMGGGGous, and then restarted to blow him, still driving like a fury, and he couldn’t last for long before exploding all he had in his testicles into the mouth of the unapologetic vampire… after she cleaned her own lips with her tongue, sucking all the remaining droplets of cum, he asked her to stop the car. She obliged, but asked for exaplainations. He was serious and reflective: “I am delighted by what you offered me, but tonight I need for enemies to butcher, a bit less for sex”. She perfectly understood. He went out, picked up his axe from the backseats, and disappeared into the night. She was sure the two of them would have met again… she started anew, the dark was whispering its many secrets of…

HEY BUT WHAT WAS THAT??? She braked gnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn and the tires actually smoked like in movies. It was a light!!! A FUCKING LIGHT!!! All in the middle of the meadows!!! She parked outside of the road, then went out of the car… it was a house… a house… there was a family, eating dinner like it was still the seventeenth century. Absurd! Why didn’t the monster attack them yet? Oh, there was the answer: it was invisible to the human eyes in the dark of the night, but she could see it perfectly, since her eyes weren’t human. A circle of protection, enormous and wide, AAAALL around the house, made of blood and filled with glyphs of protection. Not for beginners, definitely. Yet, nothing could keep outside a creature like her. It needed more power than a human could generate, and symbols do NOT create power, they just summon specific functions IF THE POWER IS PROVIDED. There was enough power in that symbol to shield the house from every direction, but not to keep her out. Plus, it was uneffective against humans. Why didn’t the raiders attack them? All of that made her so terribly curious!!! Her first tought was to piss on the glyph, and then leave. Her piss could dispel small sorceries and make them uneffective. They would have went to sleep, convinced to be safe, and then BAM all the monsters would have plunged on them, chopping them to shreds! And they wouldn’t have even understood what just happened! But no, she wanted to have fun herself. And she was too curious about the raiders, how they managed to keep them away. She approached the habitation, and looked inside through the window: a milf, a barely legal couple of twins, a male and a female, and a man. They were all eating supper. She decided on the spot that she wanted some.

In an instant, she kicked the door down, and entered. They all jumpascared, they weren’t expecting it! The girl poured a spoon of supper onto her own dress, terrified, but Nancy didn’t desist. They did not understand what was happening, but the man got up and pointed a knife at her: “You just made a mistake, bitch! I’m a Mada!!!”. Ah, ok, now she got it, how did they found shelter from the raiders: the man was one. She completely ignored him, and headed for the table, tasted the supper, and HOLY FUCK it was SOOOOO GOOOOD, so better than beans and tuna and tomato sauce. She immediately slapped herself. Hard. Nobody disrespects cans of beans and tuna. Nobody. Not even herself. Obviously, they did not understand her behaviour, and remained petrified. She despised them intensely: paesants, what could they understand of the intimate relationship between a girl and her cans of tuna? Bleargh, folksters. Anyway, the soup was delicious. She kept eating it, but the brute didn’t desist from bothering her with shouts and threats. So, she got bored of him, she suddenly slammed the table against the wall, making clear her strenght wasn’t human AT ALL. Then, without a single hesitation, she grabbed him, and then looked at the boy: “Do you mind if I kill your father?”. He stood proud and angry: “He’s not my father! He’s an asshole that fucks my mom! Kill him and I’ll lick your pussy, promise!!!” Nancy was sincerely caught guard down. And she exploded in laughter, she even let the man go, and laughed again, he laughed too, thnking it was over, foretasting the beating he would have performed on that insolent fuckers son of the bitch he was fucking, then…

(Nancy, first person) Okaaaaaay no need for cruel details, let’s just say vampires can (like ehm everybody else) grab again somebody they just let go! …and then, well, they suck blood from victims, got it?

She looked at the family, cleaning her own mouth with the fabric of the shirt wore by the man she just… ehm… sucked. They were scared, they did not understand she was a vampire when she entered, but they weren’t crawling down in submission. Indeed, what she beheld left her completely shocked. Mother and daughter, eyes full of hatred, reached for the gangster she just killed, lifted their nightgown, the only dress they had on, and noisily started to urinate on the body. The two ladies, altough linked by blood, weren’t ashamed to share such a twisted, heartfelt revenge. They weren’t just performing a symbolical vengeance, the two streams were full and liberating, messing the blood which still covered the vampire’s victim. She was mesmerized by that, and when a fart escaped the milf, which rised her eyes to the sky for a secon indicating a deep, visceral relief, and then continued to spray her abuser, Nancy literally exploded in a sincere laughter. When the two had finished, they looked at her, with dark eyes filled with a mix of a thousand nameless emotions. She too was impressed. Such a cute family. That night could have turned interesting…

@steve25805

@Peefreak99 (you in particular should check this chapter and the following ones)

@Riley

@Sweets

@Chicklover99

@will64

@Paulypeeps

I took the decision some times ago to notify of new chapter those people who reacted to previous stories, because if they liked it I think they have the right to be notified when other chapters come

I add three people who hadn't yet checked the previous story, because I know that they would have if they were online:

@Brutus

@speedy3471

You two guys, please check the thread in its entirety and you'll have one hell of a fun!!!

For everybody: this is chapter TWO

It is as silly as the previous but also much darker. It contains some strong situations and is the start of a friendship which will last for some chapters...