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info_outline Ep 459 Solitaire by M Christian 07/24/2021
Ep 459 Solitaire by M Christian This month's story is "Solitaire" by , narrated by Nobilis Reed. We've made a bunch of progress toward the goal of funding a two-part full-cast recording of a brand new story by Bernie Mojzes, but we still need your help! Join up at .
info_outline Ep 457 Like a Bat out of Hell by A T Lander 06/26/2021
Ep 457 Like a Bat out of Hell by A T Lander June's -funded story is"Like a Bat Out of Hell", a kinky straight short by A T Lander. It's narrated by . This month, I'm also announcing an ambitious new project; this fall I will be producing a new two-part story by Bernie Mojzes, the brilliant author of "Ink" which we presented back in . It's going to take a lot to produce it, however, as it includes a huge orgy with two tentacle monsters and a bunch of humans, so it really needs a full cast recording. If we can get the n up to $300 by the end of July, this can happen. Hell was horrible. Of course it was supposed to be horrible for the damned souls trapped there. All the screaming and torture and everything else went with the territory, and every demon in the place seemed to love it. Every demon but Aerys. She hated the stink of sulfur, the baking heat of the lava pits, the sounds coming from the torture chambers. She wasn’t squeamish, per se, but she felt none of the sadistic joy her fellows clearly did at human suffering. She just wanted a cup of tea, a pretty dress, maybe some flowers or a bath with lavender soap. She’d seen such things in the mortal realm on her brief visits, but could never have them in Hell, never even speak of them. If Aerys’s inner softness, her dislike for killing and desire for comfort was discovered, she would go from respected Greater Demon to some Prince’s weakling torture-toy. So Aerys pretended. She wore armor of leather and spikes, cackled as evilly as she could manage and hoped every moment to get summoned to the mortal realm. She was usually just giving people money, power or one less enemy to worry about, but it was still a break from the stink and the screams and the stress of faking her own enjoyment. The latest summoning was powerful and precise, tugging Aerys from a flame-wreathed promenade and into a cool, candle-lit room. She breathed a soft sigh, smelling incense, dried herbs, ink and musty parchment; the scents of a wizard’s workshop. Hopefully her summoner would want her for complex magical advice or killing someone on another continent, anything that would let her bask in this realm for a decent amount of time. Speaking of her summoner, he looked surprisingly young and handsome for one so skilled. He had long blonde hair in a messy ponytail, intense blue eyes and high, regal cheekbones. Long, clever fingers held his arcane tome, and his frame was tall and slim. The wind of her appearance ruffled his floor-length robes and made the candles flicker, but he didn’t even blink. She’d always had a thing for human men, but this one was so gorgeous it was unfair.
info_outline Ep 456 It Came... from Beneath! by Louis Evans 05/29/2021
Ep 456 It Came... from Beneath! by Louis Evans This month's story is "It Came from Beneath" by , narrated by . When the clitoris rose more than two stories high from the San Francisco Bay, someone called the National Guard. The fighter jets screamed out of the southeast, and sonic booms rippled across the city skyline. The clitoris rippled too. Possibly with pleasure? Colonel Buck Harder, who was watching the clitoris through binoculars from an emergency command post atop the TransAmerica pyramid--San Francisco’s tallest building, and also, fortuitously, its most phallic--had no idea what the spasms meant. “God damn it, men,” he screamed at his all-male staff, “what is that thing?” It was obviously a clitoris. I mean, obviously. It was, at this point, nearly fifteen stories tall, largely erect, and completely well defined. Aside from its size, it could have come right out of an anatomy textbook, or a pornographic photoshoot with those uncomfortably invasive camera angles. Any human being with eyes who was familiar with the appearance of a clitoris would have gotten it instantly. They would have said, “oh, yes, that’s a giant clitoris.” “For the love of god, what is it?” the colonel cried. The men muttered, sounding collectively like a failing outboard motor. The California National Guard was stumped.
info_outline Ep 453 My Heart Beats Backwards by Neil James Hudson 02/20/2021
Ep 453 My Heart Beats Backwards by Neil James Hudson This month's patron-funded story is "My Heart Beats Backwards" by Neil James Hudson, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
info_outline Ep 452 Extra Credit by Nyla Lustre 01/16/2021
Ep 452 Extra Credit by Nyla Lustre This month's -funded story comes to us from , and is read for us by Opoponax of the . Test Subjects Wanted Earn extra credit and extra cash while you advance science! Flexible appointments Contact Professor Farough, Faculty Office B6 Macy took one of the flyers pinned to the bulletin board outside the psychology lab and carefully tucked it into her canvas backpack. She wasn’t doing as well as she had hoped in her abnormal psychology class and could use both the extra points and extra cash. She’d never had Dr. Farough for any of her classes, but she’d heard that he was an eccentric teacher. After her last class of the day, she headed over to the faculty building and wound her way down an ancient staircase to the basement level. The dim lighting overhead made the corridor look extra creepy. She only saw one light on, spilling through a half opened door. Crossing her fingers that she hadn’t made the journey for nothing, she crept up to the door. Dr. Farough was on the phone, whispering. “I know I said it’d be ready next month, but more testing is needed,” he said, nervously tapping his fingers against his desk. As if sensing her presence, he turned to the door and motioned that she sit in an uncomfortable lumpy chair on the other side of his scarred wooden desk.
info_outline Ep 451 Hard Sci Fi by S Wolf 12/12/2020
Ep 451 Hard Sci Fi by S Wolf This month's -funded story is "Hard Sci Fi" by S. Wolf, read by Nobilis Reed. They say you're not a real spaceman until you've fucked a guy in zero-g. Easy enough to screw in the habitation pod with centrifugal force plus a hunk keeping you pinned to the bed and panting. But leave the pod and things get much more difficult. For every action, an opposite reaction. For each thrust, you will deflect backwards, and coast until you smash into something. By the time you've slowed down, any number of things could happen. You could shatter a limb. Or spin out into space. Or hit the wrong bulkhead and detonate a fuel tank. Or lose your boner. Only a true astronaut can fuck while calculating Newtonian physics. Technically, I was still a cadet when Sunglow suggested we leave the habitation pylon for some fun. But Sunglow had been an starfarer for twenty standard years and if he said you were ready, that was enough for anyone.
info_outline Ep 450 Coyote and the Principles of Things by Piper 11/21/2020
Ep 450 Coyote and the Principles of Things by Piper This month's Patreon-funded story is "Coyote and the Principles of Things" by Piper, read by Jhada Addams.
info_outline Ep 448 Chapter One of Monster Whisperer Third Party 10/03/2020
Ep 448 Chapter One of Monster Whisperer Third Party This extra episode is chapter one of Monster Whisperer: Third Party, the third book in my Monster Whisperer series.
info_outline Ep 446 In the Arms of the Deep by Nobilis Reed 08/29/2020
Ep 446 In the Arms of the Deep by Nobilis Reed This month's story is a "command performance" story funded by patron Arioch Morningstar, who signed up on the $100 level for a story written to his specifications. If you want a story like this, go to the Nobilis Erotica Patreon campaign. Or if that's a bit pricey for you, there are plenty of options for your budget.
info_outline Ep 445 Accursed by Lynne Sargent 07/25/2020
Ep 445 Accursed by Lynne Sargent This month's story is "Accursed" by , read by . It finally happens one night. As she’s always been told it would. Sure, she thought that it had happened before- but she was mistaken. Haven’t we all been? But no, this time it happens. They are in bed. It is a work night, and she is riding him again. They try to rotate positions, for many reasons: excitement, change, because the magazine told them to so they feel like they should. It doesn’t much matter to her, though; Mostly they all feel the same. But not this time. This time the thunder cracks outside and she feels herself crack with it. he is conjoined with him one moment; the next she is sound. And now she knows what it is supposed to feel like. As it reverberates through her body she keeps on plodding, rolling her hips over the valley between his thighs until his face contorts the same way she supposes hers must have. How funny, that he did not notice. That he still does not notice, but of course he is asleep before she has even dismounted. He snores, but that night it is the echoes of the thunder that she hears in her dreams.