Star-Slave
Gamora’s fingers trailed down Peter Quill’s chest, an Infinity Stone glowing between them.
“Yes, I accept your submission…” she cooed.
“I… Why did I offer it in the first place??”
“Because Star-Lord makes no sense, silly.” She touched his forehead. “Now tell me your true name.”
“Star-Slave,” he muttered, his ego finally laid to rest.
I recently watched James Gunn’s Guardians of the Galaxy – Vol. 2. It was quite entertaining although I preferred the first installment overall. Still, I had some good laughs with it and enjoyed seeing Kurt Russell hamming it up whenever he had the chance.
This piece has nothing to do with the movie except for the fact that if I hadn’t seen it, I probably wouldn’t have written it. Would you like to see a fetish version of this ragged team of cosmic superheroes? I doubt that will ever come to pass in the MCU but in the SBU (that’s short for Spell… B-O-U-N-D Universe, obviously!), I suppose anything is possible.
Moetivation
Moe finished another lap, breaking records again.
“You can do better…” His wife, Amber, said.
“True.” He resumed his running.
“Okay, how did your lazy husband suddenly become a star athlete?” Her sister, Johanna, noted.
“He’s an hypno-addict, dear. I told him I would never trance him again if he didn’t get fit.”
Motivation, indeed!
I slept poorly last night so went for a jog earlier today before heading out to work to get the juices running again. I ran into a couple of other people doing the same, some more motivated than others but still trucking along. I wrote this piece sometime later as I was having breakfast but by then I was running out of time to update the site so…
Painful Reminder
Two plastic cocks rocked Jonas’ limp body back and forth, the one stuck on his ass twice the size of the one stuffing his mouth.
“Not what I had in mind when I suggested a threesome…” he mumbled.
“Suggested? Who are the hypnotists around here?” His cousins laughed.
The painful reminder lasted all night long.
One more impromptu for the count. When I don’t have a clear idea of what I’m going to write, I experiment with everything that comes to mind. Many men dream of threesomes – it’s a common sexual fantasy, after all! However, the majority of them dream of penetrating them and not the other way around. Too bad fantasies can be turned upside down when hypnosis comes into play, right?
The Paradox
The time-traveling hypnotist smiled as she saw the growing ripples in the timeline.
Once she had believed change to be permanent but there were still many minds to rewrite… including her own.
“This is the day I begin…” she thought. “Time to pay me a visit…”
The spiraling vortex welcomed the paradox and History rejoiced.
A few days ago, I mentioned wanting to write a time-traveling hypnotist piece where she interacted with Tiger Woods. That’s still waiting for better days but today I thought of this. The e-book version of this particular character has a different beginning but since the shorties are a parallel universe of sorts, a paradox is in order. I quite like paradoxes even if they tend to blow up my brain. Luckily, this one is simple enough.