Moongem Erotica

Cassie Nova was more than a typical horror hostess on television. Her weekly Saturday night show was based out of Kansas City and she quickly earned a following. Males of all ages enjoyed watching the slender woman with long black hair and pale skin. She wore the usual goth girl getup: black lace bustier and tight fitting black jeans. Her makeup consisted mostly of black lipstick and black eye shadow. Like most of her fans, I placed her age anywhere from twenty-five to thirty.

I had been a fan ever since she first premiered last October. She would introduce a low-budget horror movie in a room that looked more like a crypt. She would rise out of a coffin and make snide remarks about the movie. Cassie Nova would appear during the commercial breaks to poke fun of the previous scene. Finally, she would appear after the movie was over to provide more creepy humor. I had seen all the horror movies before but I would watch them again just to get a glimpse of her.

The horror hostess started a contest last August and I found myself entering. The third prize would be a signed poster while the second prize would be a DVD of her show. I wanted the first prize because it provided the winner a chance to meet her and be on her live show for Halloween. The rules were pretty simple: make a video of yourself hosting a horror movie.

I spent a month making my video even though I had my doubts about winning. The contest was open to every one and I expected my chances were slim because I expected several more talented people would enter. I basically did a hunchbacked assistant routine. I sent a copy of the video tape in and continued to enjoy her show.

I was surprised when I received a phone call in the middle of October announcing that I had won first place in the contest. We made arrangements for me to show up at the studio Halloween night since her shows were taped live. I was told to be in character and wear the same costume that I did in the video. I couldn't believe that I was going to meet the horror hostess and be on her show.
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Posted by Jamdin on October 31, 2011 18:06 PM | Permalink | Comments

Tagar joined the army after he had lived through eighteen summers. He was big even for a barbarian and rumors claimed that his father had been a giant. Tagar's body was bulging with muscles and yet he was swift for one so big. His long red hair and beard were both braided. Tagar was an expert horseman and he was a master with a sword.

Like his fellow comrades in arms, he enjoyed taking his leave in the local village. Tagar found that he had a great thirst for honey mead. He also found that the most beautiful woman in the world was serving drinks. Lorna was ten years older than Tagar but her figure was still robust. Her breasts threatened to burst out of her tight bodice and her hair still shown like golden silk.

"Lorna has a soft bed," Tagar’s drinking buddy told him on his third visit to the Foaming Mug tavern.

"So I have heard, Mak," the young barbarian replied as his dark green eyes watched as serving wench approach them.

Lorna replaced the young men's empty mugs with full ones. She had remembered them well since Mak was a regular customer and Tagar had a body that no one could easily forget.

"My friend here was telling me that he had never slept on a soft bed in his life," Mak told Lorna with a grin. "Of course, I told him that no one’s bed was softer than your own, Lorna."

"Aye, my bed is soft from what little time I have slept in it," the serving wrench replied. "You men keep me busy well into the night with your drinking."

"I have never slept in a soft bed myself," Tagar said. "Is it a big bed?"

Lorna looked at the muscle-bound redheaded youth and blushed slightly. She could not remember being so attracted to one so young before.

"You will have to find that out if you stay awake long enough tonight," Lorna finally replied with a mischievous grin.

The evening turned into night and the serving wench noticed that they young barbarian did not drink as much. Mak passed out shortly before midnight. Tagar watched with delight as the rest of the drunken men stumbled out of the tavern.
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Posted by Jamdin on October 23, 2011 21:41 PM | Permalink | Comments

All of my female characters are strong even if they do not appear to be so at first glance. Feline Amazon is my take on what if highway bandits encountered a Felurr prostitute. Felurrs are a race of cat-people with many of the special abilities and weaknesses of felines. The idea is nothing new for anthropomorphic or “furry” fans. The first known successful anthropomorphic comic series was Omaha The Cat Dancer by Reed Waller and Kate Worley. That series alone set me to fantasizing about women who looked like cats. While Sia is an original character created just for this story, the lands and races hail from my fantasy world of Shadorm, a place that I created for my pen and paper role-playing game several years ago.

Feline Amazon

The journey from Sheba, land of the Felurr, to the Amazon island of Illya was not a long one by ship. However, Sia hated the sea like most Felurrs and journeyed mostly by land. The trek would take her through Erinalba, Vevira and finally Merlac before crossing the sea to Illya. Sia travelled on a black and white pony that once belonged to her previous employer. She had the saddlebags half-filled with gold pieces.

Sia was a beauty even among the cat-people of Sheba with light creamy fur covering her entire body. Her curly black hair went just below her shoulders. Sia’s body was gracefully slender with small mounds that served well for breasts. She chose simple silk leggings and tunic of light pink that complimented her creamy skin. Sia’s green eyes had the familiar look and shape of her race that so much resembled the four-legged felines.

Her business to Illya was a mix of business and pleasure. Sia had finally saved enough gold pieces to purchase a bordello in the land of Amazons. She had met an Amazonian redhead several years earlier that was more than delighted with Sia’s special talents in the bed chamber. Sonja had taught her the basics of combat with fists without any difficulties. Sia could easily handle herself with drunken men seeking her pleasures for free. She did not hate all men but she preferred the company of women. Sonja had offered to take Sia back to the island of Amazons with her but the Felurr had declined. She had unfinished business in Sheba but she knew that Illya was the perfect place for her to set up a bordello.

Sia travelled an inland route alone on her pony. She knew that bandits lurked along the roads so she kept alert for any signs of trouble. Sia decided to take the inland road instead of the coastal road because she wanted to enjoy being in the forest that bordered Sheba and Erinalba. The forest held plenty of large old oak trees reaching towards the sky. Sia travelled at a leisurely pace and camped shortly before dusk. She had packed rations that would last for a week. By then, she would arrive at Riema, a village in Erinalba, where she could restock her supplies.
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Posted by Jamdin on September 14, 2011 16:16 PM | Permalink | Comments

The town where I grew up was a farming community. Wheat and corn was the crops mostly raised and a lot of the farmers also raised their own horses and cattle. I spent most of my spare time working on my grandfather's farm. I helped my uncle Lawrence harvest during the end of summer like the rest of my family. We were always glad to help other farmers out when they needed it. The neighbors north of my grandfather's farm was a black couple intent of raising sheep.

They had a beautiful daughter that would come home for spring break. Tammi had light brown skin and the biggest tits that I have ever seen on a black woman. I always wanted to get her alone but never had the nerve until I turned eighteen.

Tammi was a twenty-three and she called me to see if I could help her mend the sheep pen. Always the one eager to please, I said sure and went right over to her father's farm. She was all alone by the sheep pen and was a knockout in her tight blue denim jeans and halter top.

We went right to work and mended the pen which took us less than an hour to do. I couldn't help myself from sneaking several peeks at Tammi's delicious well-built body. When the work was done, she said thank and started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You are, Jamie," she replied. "I was hoping you would make a pass at me this time around. I've always known that you had an eye for me."

"Well, now that you've brought the subject up, I would love to do this."

Without missing a beat, I took Tammi in my arms and kissed her passionately. She responded with her tongue snaking into my mouth. My body grew hot and my hands squeezed her ass.

Posted by Jamdin on July 29, 2011 03:31 AM | Permalink | Comments

Working as a maintenance man for a budget motel has it's perks especially during summertime. Little Bend is mainly a farming community. However, there is the community college and the local lake where the Fish and Games are located. Boating and fishing are the highlights in summer and the hunting season brings the hunters during the autumn. The total population is around five thousand so it's not a small Midwestern town but far from a large Metropolis.

Being maintenance at the motel gives me plenty of opportunity to meet other people. When I'm not watering or mowing the grass during the summer then I'm helping the housekeepers clean rooms or covering the front desk. The motel has a hot tub and a trucker's shower which helps to bring in the business. For five dollars, a trucker can come in and take a hot shower. When they are on a long haul, the shower refreshes their otherwise tired body.

It was mid-August when I saw my first woman trucker. I was covering the front desk as the regular desk clerk went to drop off the bank deposit. The woman was in her early forties with a very nice lean figure. She stood no more than five feet and nine inches and was built solid. One could tell she had been driving the cattle truck for a number of years.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I took in her neck-long dark brown hair and doe-brown eyes.

"Yes," she replied. "I'm here for a shower."

"That will be five dollars and I'll get you the towels."

She gave me the five dollars and I went across the hall from the office to the laundry room. I grabbed two towels, a washcloth, a bar of soap and a plastic cup. I told the head housekeeper who was folding laundry to keep an eye on the front desk while I showed the lady trucker to the shower room.

Posted by Jamdin on July 22, 2011 03:34 AM | Permalink | Comments