Adult Fiction

Monday, July 13, 2026

I Can Dream About You; Mary Moody - The Devil's Mistress

Mary Moody The Devil's Mistress ,., and now begins the story ,.,., Sex! It's all the rage! Having sex is as old as time it's self. A man needs a woman, and a woman needs a man. Simple plan, right? All creatures have sex to continue the blood line and keep their species flourishing. Animals were designed for this, and so were people. The difference is that animals don't think about it, and give themselves grades on how they did when it's over. Their instincts tell them what to do, and they dive right in and do it, then go on about their business of killing and eating to stay alive. Humans on the other hand analyze every aspect of sex, from choosing a mate to developing a healthy sex life with their wife, girlfriends, Mistresses or what have you. "You think about sex more, every six seconds", was a line that really stuck with me when I was in my twenties and thirties doing commercial construction work. But that's a different story. I foresee a future where women will find new freedom to earn a living in the "Sex Worker" industry. The industry includes "Escort Services" "Independent Operators" and those who work for outfits marketing pay to view live sex streams. As these women become more and more talented at driving guys crazy and building up the industry, they should be offered full protection under the law. Anyone abusing their services should be risking getting reported and arrested, depending on what they did, of course. With the women carrying cards saying they are official sex workers and reporting their locations before each encounter, guys would have to mind their manners. These women would know how much they are worth, and set prices according to supply and demand. Free enterprise will rule, and the best will get paid the best! Say a woman you hired from a catalog comes to your house to give you a blow job. Say you already paid the agency $250.00 for a one hour thrill ride. You offer her a drink, and she uses your phone to call in her location. So you stand up and drop your pants. How does she respond? Is she eager to begin, does she seem happy? Let's say she drops to her knees and begins to work her magic with her long fingers and red shiny painted nails! Wonderful, this is going to be so great! You're getting a nice erection, and begin to play with her hair. She pulls back some and says, "That will cost you an extra hundred"! So you refrain from touching her at all. She does her job, and is gone in a half hour. Sure it was great, but did you get your money's worth? I have come up with a way to avoid this problem. The women should be ranked in order from extremely tolerant to not very tolerant at all. The pay would increase for each level according to how she answers certain questions. For example: "do you mind kissing?", "Do you mind a man touching your head during a blow job?", "Will you do more for a spontaneous tip?", "Would you let a man control your head with both hands during a blow job?", "Are you a Deep Throat Girl?", "Do you consider a blow job just for fun, or can they be meaningful?" They may seem like meaningless and complicated questions to some, but believe me women in the trade come across these situations every day. The last question is very important because the women who say, just for fun, risk being eliminated from the highest paying jobs. When a rich man wants a blow job and begins describing to the agency the way he wants his girl to act, it is seldom "Just for Fun". Guys with lots of money have seen blow job videos with talented ladies like Mary Moody, or even had this type of blessing bestowed upon them in person. The importance of the way Mary works her magic can not be overlooked. She doesn't laugh, she doesn't try to set the mood, she is there for the man to enjoy, but not "Just for Fun". He is free to use her to fulfill his desires, as she looks into his eyes with understanding and admiration. She genuinely enjoys the act, and her expressions of happiness can't be missed! She makes him feel like he is fulfilling her wildest dreams, as her eyes roll back in her head as if in a pleasure trance of some sort. She is submissive, but in a way that demands you cherish the chance to even touch her. And immediately you feel protective of her, a priceless jewel to be cherished! The worth of the services she provides is impossible to put a price on. As they begin she happily plays with it like a kid with a new toy! Then, once he is nice and stiff he takes charge of the action! Firmly placing both hands on her head, one on each side, her every movement she allows him to control. His manhood stiffens as she grasps his shaft with both hands and her face is being pressed against them, then he releases her, but she doesn't back up, no she is taking him deeper and seems to be oblivious to the world around her. For him this must feel like being kissed by an angel. She can be like a kid at a playground, then turn in to the Devil's Mistress to please her man like flipping a switch. One minute she is smiling from ear to ear stroking it like a piece of fresh fruit she is going to eat, the next she is devouring it like Manna from Heaven. He arches his back, then leans forward smacking her on the but! The startled look is priceless! Then comes the smile that says "Thanks, I needed that!" Then they move to the bed. This she does with style and grace. Leaning back she opens her legs wide and reaches for his dripping wet cock. He steps forward and she slides her panties to one side. They are simultaneously preparing her for his entry. Their fingers touch and then enter Miss Mary. Watching a man put his hand right in a woman's pussy and using his fingers to light up her eyes and make her lips curl, while she is trying to massage her clit gently, is more of a thrill than you might think. He is not fully erect, and you can see the concern in her eyes. As she carefully re-adjusts her body, she is pushing up against him to make sure nothing goes wrong. Soon they are pulsating together to some un-heard rhythm, and his erection has gone from just keeping up, back to the man in charge. She is so happy they are now bumping and grinding away! Her tits bounce as she throws her hair back and enjoys the ride! As things are just heating up good, he stops and stands up straight. What does she do? She rises to her feet and seeing his cock is still sticking straight out she snuggles right back up to it. With a big smile and her tongue sticking out she guides her treat back in to her mouth, looking up at him she gives it a final spit and winks at the camera! You should feel blessed at this point, you have witnessed a truly beautiful thing, and you can have this thrill ride over and over by the grace of modern technology, and the lovely lady known as Mary Moody! There is no one else like her in the whole wide world! I guarantee it! Written By: John Young & Mary Moody

Sunday, July 5, 2026

In the days of my Youth - Hard Knocks

In the Days of my Youth Hard Knocks "Paddle Like Hell" A buddy of mine wanted to go night fishing really bad, so we went and got his aluminum canoe and strapped it to the top of his little foreign car, I was sure we'd be stopped before we ever made it to a fishing spot. We wound up on the Intercoastal Waterway where Barges travel regularly. We fished on the near side for a while, but weren't getting any bites. He said, Let's paddle across and see what happens over there. I said, In this little thing? He goes, Why not? I had my doubts, but I said okay, it's your boat, so I guess you're the Captain. We looked for traffic but didn't see anything, so we started across. We were just about in the middle of the channel when I saw a flashing light and knew it had to be a Barge headed straight for us. I said what should we do about that, turn back? About what, he goes. That Barge. Oh shit! We can still turn back, I said. Paddle like hell, he screamed. We can still go back. I'm the Captain! Paddle like hell! We passed right in front of it. The wake from the Barge was next and almost capsized us. We made it to the other side and still caught nothing. On the way back there weren't any Barges, Thank God. A week or two later he came by my place and wanted me to go with him to the pier on Pensacola Beach. I said, Sure that sounds like fun. While we were there a boat came in dragging a great big Hammer Head Shark. Let's go look, he goes. So we asked what they were going to do with it. They said, You can have it if you want. He was thrilled! We started wrestling with the dead fish and realized we couldn't even lift it once we got it out of the water, so we left it there. I was fully dressed, and had to throw away the clothes I had on because they stunk so bad even after being washed twice. "Pillsbury Dough Boy" When I was about sixteen I went to work for "Man Power" a day labor outfit that was nationwide at the time. I was un-loading train cars at the Shipping Dock. "Provided by The United States of America" was stamped on each hundred pound sack of flour. We had to lift them by hand and stack them on a pallet held by a fork lift machine waitng by the door of the box car. My blue jeans and T-Shirt were impossible to clean, the combination of sweat and flour was permanently embedded. After a while all my clothes were ruined. They finally moved me to a storage warehouse. Easy Street! At that point I started to realize I could do more than just labor work. I saw welders fixing steel shelving towers, and forklift drivers moving stuff around for them. It looked like something I'd like to try, so I enrolled in a one year technical welding course at Pensacola Junior College where both of my parents worked. "Boom Boom" I used to ride with one of the Big Bosses at "F.E. Booker Company" A General Contractor where I was employed from age 19 to 26. Leo would pick me up at a convenience store that was on his way to the shop. I had to be there at 5:45 sharp or he would just get his coffee and cigarettes and keep going. We arrived at six AM as usual one morning, he went in the office and I was filling the water kegs with ice and "Gator Aid Powder". I heard the other supervisor, Bobby Grant arguing with Sam, the shop foreman about a 55 Gallon drum he wanted to have made into a trash can. Sam was supposed to have someone cut the top out, but it hadn't been done. I said, I have time right now, I'll go do it. They said, that would be great John. It's out by the welding shed you put together. We tore it down from a job at Ellison Field. I was told ahead of time that I would need to save all the peices and parts. I numbered the wall sections and put it all back together, but that's another story. I knew what had to be done, just cut the top out without cutting the reinforcing lip. They said it was already filled with water to prevent fumes from igniting, but it was an oil drum, so that was just a precaution. It was still pretty dark and the shed had no lighting yet. It was sitting just at the edge of the roof line. I found the cutting rig and fired up the torch. I remember thinking that if anyone was standing nearby, I should say, "Stand back, this thing might blow up", cause I could smell gas fumes. So I stood back as far as I could, and waved the torch over the two and a half inch hole in the top of it. BOOM! I was soaked with water from the waist down, and the drum was gone! I looked over and saw it tumbling through the air at least twenty feet off the ground in the early morning light. Bobby was the first to come running up. Then Sam and Leo. But Sam wasn't running. He sorta crept up slowly. He must have known what happened. He was the one who put the water in it. Problem was, he didn't fill it all the way up, and it was a gasolene drum, not an oil drum. It was so dark I didn't notice it wasn't full. The fumes ignited and sent it up like a rocket! The bottom of the drum was still sitting on the ground. The roof panels were bent where it grazed them on the way up, if it had been further inside the shed it would have been a disaster. They said, What happened? I said, well, you wanted the top cut out, but I just blew the bottom out right quick instead. Someone gave me a ride home to get dry pants. I was working at "Baptist Hospital" at the time, doing metal stud & sheetrock work. I was late of course, and when I got there everybody was calling me, "Boom Boom". After that Bobby had someone go through the yard and determine which drums could still have gas in them, so something like that would never happen again. I could have easily been killed if I had started cutting it without testing it first. If I had blown a hole in it, it would have blown up in my face. I tried to explain this at the next safety meeting, but it didn't help much. Everybody still said I was an idiot. Written By: John Young

Monday, December 23, 2024

Baffling.co

My string of websites, totaling 40 active sites .,., or so .,., came about after much consideration on current events. The fact that China started a network similiar to YouTube, had a lot to do with it. When sexy chicks found out they could easily post vids and not go thru Google red tape and restrictions, things started to heat up.

Then came Elon. When Twitter became X things went crazy! Now you have the two outfits working together. Prime time for me to try and finally get my music and books noticed .,., by getting chics to let me use their pics in vids with my new tunes .,., which I made just for that purpose. I wrote "Touch It" first. Then "U Look so Great" came along. I did a few more also. The instrumentals came at Halloween time, before the sexy stuff, but it all goes together. Now I have Music .,., my old stuff was demo stuff just to promote my song writing.

Back to social media. I have been a member of Face Book for a long time .,., since 2008 I think. I started out as Fang1961 .,., then Fang1961 Originals. Then after a few years, I changed it to Word Man Rocks. All the way along I kept having to prove my identity over and over. I am now being told by them that I don't exist. This has gone on way toooo long.

To make the long story even longer .,., I decided that since TikTok girls had no interest in being in my music vids .,., I would take over ASMR .,., without asking .,., so I did. Now I have 40 active sites with a music player on each one .,., and I'm finally getting some plays on ReverbNation

Did'nt think I had so much to say .,., not done yet .,., but taking a break.