Blog #1

Since some people might need an explaination. This was an experimental (not pun intended) fiction I started on Machineslicedbread and stopped doing years ago. I originally used real images, and it had some mixed interest. Now that AI has cought up, I realized I could do this easier this time in the anime art style preferred by most of my users. Yes, I did change the first chapter, using a story I actually did happen and rewriting the event a little. AI is gonna be AI, if you fret over backgrounds not being consistent, this wont work for you. I’m usually happy if it looks like the same girl throughout all the images. Let me know if you want more of these. Might be one of those good old sponsor stories. 

Hey Guys!

It’s Terrance here. If you don’t know me, I’m an original author and occasional translator. I’ve been penning erotic fiction for some time now, crafting scenes that are as wild as they are steamy. But let me tell you, there’s a massive difference between imagining sex and actually experiencing it. After a while, I grew tired of just fantasizing about the scenes I wrote. I wanted to live them.

I started reminiscing about my younger days, recalling all those old porn websites—Bangbus, Backroom Facials, Reality Porn, you name it. We all knew it was staged, but who cared? It was thrilling to imagine the pizza guy getting a blowjob or finding a skank on the street who’d fuck you at the drop of a hat.

Speaking of pizza, let me share a true story. When I was seventeen, I worked at a pizza place. One night, we got a call from a very drunk woman who was flirting with the manager. She asked if he was cute and if he’d deliver her a sausage pizza with a wink and a nudge. She even promised a big “tip” if he sent someone handsome. The manager, thinking it was a setup, wanted to send someone to check it out. The choice was between me and a 40-year-old bald guy. Naturally, I was the better-looking option, so he sent me on the trip.

I pulled up to the address, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. The house was a small, rundown place with peeling paint and a weed-infested yard. I grabbed the pizza box and headed to the door, my mind racing with possibilities.

When the door creaked open, I was greeted by a woman who looked like she’d had one too many. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were glazed over, but there was a certain allure to her disheveled state. She leaned against the doorframe, her shirt slightly askew, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage.

“Hey there,” she slurred, her voice thick with drink. “I ordered a pizza, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s ten bucks.”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, I don’t have any money. But I can make it worth your while.”

Before I could react, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind us. The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the scent of booze and something sweeter, more alluring. She pushed me against the wall, her hands roaming over my chest.

“How about I suck your cock instead?” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “That way, we both get what we want.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. This was exactly the kind of scenario I’d been dreaming about, and here it was, unfolding right before my eyes. I nodded, my throat suddenly dry.

She dropped to her knees, her hands already working on my belt. I watched, mesmerized, as she freed my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. She licked her lips, a slow, sensual movement that sent a shiver down my spine. Then, without hesitation, she took me into her mouth, her warm, wet lips enveloping me.

I let out a groan, my hands finding their way to her hair. She bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each pass, her tongue swirling around my shaft. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel myself getting closer, my hips moving in time with her movements.

As I grew more into it, I decided to up the ante. I reached down, trying to pull her pants off, eager to explore every inch of her. But she pushed my hands away, her voice muffled as she spoke around my cock.

“Mouth only,” she insisted, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desire.

Annoyed, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, taking control. I could feel the soft strands slipping through my fingers as I tightened my grip, pulling her head back so she was looking up at me with wide, surprised eyes. Her lips were still wrapped around my cock, and I used that moment of surprise to start fucking her mouth in earnest. My hips moved with a fierce rhythm, driving my length deeper into her throat with each thrust.

She let out a muffled sound, a mix of surprise and resistance, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the moment, chasing my own pleasure, and she was just a tool for my satisfaction. I could feel her resistance as she tried to pull back, her hands pushing against my thighs, but I held her firmly in place, my grip on her hair unyielding.

Her eyes watered as I hit the back of her throat, the sensation overwhelming. I could see the tears welling up, spilling over her lashes and down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva dribbling from her mouth. It was a sight of raw, unfiltered submission, and it only served to fuel my arousal.

I used her mouth like a tight, wet pussy, my hips moving with a relentless pace. The sound of my flesh slapping against her lips filled the room, a primal, animalistic sound that spoke of pure, unadulterated lust. I could feel her gagging, her body fighting against the intrusion, but I didn’t ease up. I was too far gone, too consumed by the pleasure coursing through my veins.

Her flustered state only added to my enjoyment. I could see the confusion and embarrassment in her eyes, the realization that she was at my mercy, unable to do anything but take what I gave her. It was a heady feeling, one that made me want to push the boundaries even further.

Suddenly, she pulled back, spitting out my cock with a look of disgust. “I don’t swallow,” she snapped, her voice laced with irritation. I smirked, my grip on her hair tightening.

“Too bad,” I growled, my body tensing as I reached the point of no return.

With a few pumps, I came hard, spraying my load all over her face. She let out a surprised yelp, trying to wipe it off, but I held her in place, making sure every drop landed where I wanted it to. She glared up at me, her face a mess of my cum.

“You’re such an asshole,” she muttered, but there was a hint of something else in her voice—something that made me think she wasn’t as upset as she let on.

I just laughed, tucking myself back into my pants. “Here’s your pizza,” I said, handing her the box.

With that, I turned and left, the sound of her muttered curses following me out the door. As I walked back to my car, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was what gave me the idea for xxxperiment. However, I want to up the ante and enjoy more of these situations. If you’re interested, then come along on this journey of exploration.

However, since this is science, I better add some numbers to back it up.

Rating for the Pizza Delivery Encounter
1. Cost: 10 (The pizza cost me $10, but I got a blowjob, so it’s a steal.)
2. Type of Sex: 1 (Oral)
3. Effort: 3 (I had to deliver the pizza, but the rest was easy.)
4. Quality: 7 (It was hot and intense, despite her reluctance.)
5. Attractiveness: 5 (She was a bit of a mess, but there was something alluring about her disheveled state.)
6. Duration: 4 (It was quick but satisfying.)
7. Intensity: 8 (Very intense, especially with the power play.)
8. Uniqueness: 9 (Who gets a blowjob from a drunk woman while delivering a pizza?)
9. Satisfaction: 8 (I got what I wanted, and it was a thrilling experience.)
10. Miscellaneous: +2 (I got to dominate her and cum on her face, plus it was my first experience so there is a bonus for that.)
Total Score: 64/100
This rating system allows me to quantify and compare my encounters, helping me track my progress and identify patterns in what works best for me. It’s a fun way to add a bit of structure to my XXXperiment and keep things interesting.