Quick Flashes by Cobalt Jade (cobaltjade@aol.com) A collection of three stories written for the first-year anniversary of ASSTR Amazon Armor "How can you take that crap seriously?" she said. "I don't, I just like looking at it. You're an artist, you should know." "I'm a fine artist," she said, with emphasis on the fine. She glanced over his shoulder at the book he was so absorbed in: Great Artists of Fantasy. Page after page of half-undressed, lushly figured warrior woman and half-undressed, lushly muscled warrior men. She sniffed. "The men have more muscles, but the woman have bigger tits." " 'I never go to see a movie where the man's tits are bigger than the woman's,' " he said, quoting Groucho Marx. "I could do a better job," she said, flipping through the pages. "Hell, any decent artist could." "What makes you say that?" he said. "Because these pictures are ridiculous. These people are supposed to be fighting for their lives, yet they're either posing like beefcake or surreally detached. Look at this chick being attacked by the dragon. She's lying there like she's on a towel at the beach, staring disjointedly at the sky like someone dumped a glass of cold water on her stomach." "Notice his claw is almost, but not quite, touching her nipple." "Ha ha, very funny," she said. "And what's with the chains? One goes around her neck and the other between her legs, but they don't seem to be attached to anything." "The one between her legs goes to a pierced clitty, obviously." "Oh, you're awful! But the angle is all wrong." "I think those pictures are turning you on." "Titian turns me on, and, sometimes, Klimt. This stuff, no. It's so obviously fake, so obviously pandering to some adolescent role-playing mentality. Now the chick on this page is supposed to be an amazon, but she has silver toenail polish on, fer Chrissakes! Where'd she get it, the downtown Hyboria five-and-dime? Readers of fantasy books don't want a picture-perfect representation of their fantasies; they want something indistinct, blurred; they want to dream, to fill in the blank spaces with their imagination. They want emotion and drama, not pinpoint accuracy. Which is why those ten perfectly painted toenails don't cut it. And those metal pastie-things over her nipples. How the hell do they stay on? "Like this," he said, using both sets of fingers and thumbs to give her a good, hard tweak. "Ow! You're really asking for it. And what about those stainless-steel thong panties? It must hurt like hell when she walks." "Au contraire. There's a plus-sized dildo in the proper place, and she uses her vaginal muscles to keep it in...which creates a fair of amount of lubrication, and the suction ensures it stays very snug..." "Eep," she said in an unconvincing protest. "And the thong is kept in place with a second dildo, slightly smaller, that penetrates her here..." She let the book drop to the floor. END Will Insurance Cover It? Hi, my name is Shawna. I'm just your average exotique dancer, 5'8 and 110 lbs with 36 DD tits and legs that won't quit!! I LOVE my job at the titty bar. I wear my silver glittering gstring with the thong in back so people can see my perfet ass jiggle up and down like two bowls of gello. I love to poledance and rub the pole between my asscheeks. It gets me so HOT!! Then I squat at the edge of the stage and spread my legs and thrust my pussy in their faces back and forth but I'm still wearing my thong and they yell at me Hey baby come over here and suck my cock and I just might!!! These guys get me so horny I get down on my hands and knees and hump the floor and jiggle my ass and they come up and spank me smack smack and stick $100 bills under my thong and I shake it back at them. Then when the other dancer comes out we kiss with tongues showing making sure everyone can see. I'm bi and really get into it!!! She sucks my tits and I pull her panties down and rub her clitt. Our wet pink pussies are shaved so we show everything and you can see our cunts and where the fingers go. Then she kneels in front of me & eats me out with her long wet tongue and I'm about to cum in her blond curly hair and slut makeup and I'm The parents looked from the notebook, slightly dazed from the contrast between the hastily written, sordid scrawl they had just read and the reassuring normalcy of their son's room with its football trophies, video games, and prom pictures. "Our son needs therapy," they said. END Note for parents: Though this story was written in fun, it's perfectly normal for teens to have sexual fantasies, even fantasies about being the opposite gender. If you should come across one, don't overreact like the parents in the story did! Yellow Would you think I was crazy if I told you I liked to be peed on? Not just by anyone, of course. By my boyfriend. There's a ritual involved. First comes the duct tape: wrists, elbows, ankles, knees. He gets it from the shop. I keep myself shaved, so it's not a big deal when the time comes to rip it off. Then comes the diddling. Diddle, tweak, pinch, peck, until I want to cum so bad it's practically dripping from my ears. He lifts weights, so his fingers are blunt and slightly callused, with little boy-bitten nails. He's particularly fond of squeezing my nipples and calling me a girly-girl. Meanwhile I'm squirming there on the rubber sheet. Then he half-shouts half-says, with a schoolyard grin on his face, "Are YOU ready to COME???" "Oh yeah, baby, yeah," I say. "Well then the FLOODGATES have OPENED, DAAARR-lin' --" and his turgid cock, which has been half-erect all this time, lets loose with the most golden, warm, wet, delicious, lengthy flow of piss you can imagine as he towers over me like a golden god, eyes nearly rolled back into his head, rocking a little to compress the remainder from his bladder, his expression one of total and lovely satisfaction and relief. I can't begin to describe the picture he makes: buff, tanned flesh, brownish-pink cock, the ivory triangle around his hips where his swimsuit usually covers him. And that fountain of golden bliss pouring on and on. There's nothing degrading about it, only aesthetic. He takes great care to baste me completely, keeping it off the carpet. I am surrounded by him, covered in him; it's not unpleasant. Human piss doesn't stink unless it's been sitting around for a while. Afterwards, when we shower, he's always a little apologetic for enjoying it so much. I nod my head wisely, remembering the Peter- Peter Pumpkin Eater grin on his face. Hey, he thinks I'm the one doing him the favor. These stories are copyrighted 2000 by Cobalt Jade (Cobaltjade@aol.com). This work may be freely distributed over electronic media provided no fee is charged for its use. Charging a fee for this story, or publishing without author credit or this notice violates my copyright.