Rise of the Machines (1)

My two hundred word story, as promised. : D

Rise of the Machines (1)

The neighborhood men, boyishly excited, gathered around Darnell. He thumbed his drone’s controls. The machine began buzzing loudly, hovering, no steering required.

Tim leaned over Darnell’s shoulder. “Buzz my house, I wanna see Amber’s face when it comes over the fence!”

Darnell flew up and three houses over, eyes on the phone connected to his controller. Uniformed rooves and green backyards flew by. Darnell lowered into the greenest one, finding that spot of pale flesh and auburn hair, Tim’s wife stretched out on a sun chair.

“That’s my sexy wife!” Tim whooped.

Amber raised her sunglasses, pink lips curving into a smile, glossy hair ruffling in the drone rotor’s breeze. That alone made Darnell’s cock twitch. Better, a tiny black bikini barely covered her delicious curves. The men hushed as her shapely hand slid over a flat tummy and under thin bottoms. Darnell leaned away from Tim’s heavy breathing.

“Get closer man,” Tim demanded.

Amber’s soft breasts came into view, bullet nipples perky. Slender fingers worked rhythmically below, a silent porn. Darnell held the controller one handed, shoving down his pants. When her breasts thrust skyward orgasmically, he too came all over his thick dark fingers.

Machines 1, humans 0.


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A Witch and Her Wand (erotic short story)

This 200 word erotic short is rated R and also contains femdom. So be warned if you’re not into that sort of thing.


Glenda watched as Charles tiptoed around her sleeping tabby. Certainly a lithe woman like Glenda existed under his skin, and bringing it out amused her to no end. Charles wasn’t altogether fat, nor unmanly. He still needed more emasculation, so she’d assigned him black lace underwear. His pale skin and large balls spilled out in all the right places as he knelt by her four-inch, crimson heels, watery eyes staring up expectantly. Glenda licked her lips remembering how he’d cried tears of thankfulness when she’d dug the spikes into his pudgy thighs.

She grasped the large silicone cock between her legs. “Over the coffee table.”

He quivered, huffing and puffing, laying himself across the table, gripping the other side, ass jutting into the air. “Please master, use me.”

She pulled the lacy underwear down around his hairy legs, then coated him with lube. He jerked, but pushed back into her hand, ready for the larger cock, almost begging, until it expanded him uncomfortably.

“Want to come? Tell me what you’ll do.”

“Make you co-CEO,” he puffed.


“Let you fuck me in my office.”

Glenda thrust harder, hitting his sweet spot. It really paid being a Satanic sort of witch.

Meno Silencio©


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‘Three Threesomes for the Price of One’ is out! (Book Release)

Exciting news my dear readers, my new book of erotic short stories is live (click here if you’re too keen to finish this verrrryyyy long sentence), and it’s free for this week only!

All the short stories in this book got two thumbs up from my beta readers (except for the ones who had their hands in their pants). They said things like, ‘I enjoyed this’, ‘you have a vivid imagination’, and my personal favorite ‘I did not want to smash my computer after reading this’ (I’m only kidding).

So hop on over and try some grade A, rated R, Meno Silencio, risk free!


three threesomes for the price of one


‘Three Threesomes for the Price of One’ is written in Meno Silencio’s signature darkly humorous style and includes these stories:

The Extraterrestrial Affair

The Woods

Larger Burger

A bonus chapter from upcoming novel ‘The Blackwater Witch’

So sit back, curl up (alone, unless you’re OK with other people watching you touch yourself), and enjoy this weird little stroke collection!

Zon Delivers (short story)

200 words, rated R. And yes, this is about Amazon…


Tamberlin lazily fumbled for the remote, knuckles bumping into a wall of empty beer bottles. Her phone buzzed. She ignored it, rubbing her bare nipple. No work today, even if boss-man pleaded. She was pissed and in no temper to give charity to idiots. A religious imperative really.

The front door clicked. She dropped the remote, going head first to fish it off the floor. When she looked up, the Zon delivery guy stared back, wide eyed, package balanced in hand.

She reddened, closing her legs. “What? You’ve never seen a naked woman before?”

That startled him, prompting the package to tumble, contents making a definite shattering noise.

Tamberlin shot up, swaying. “Son of a! That was my hundred-dollar Seth statue!”

He hemmed and hawed, clearly horrified. “It’s only my first day.”

“Your last, if you don’t compensate.”

He backed up as she came forward. “How?”

“Make me happy, fucker!”

They locked eyes. He breathed like a cornered beast. “I could-”

“Get on with it!”

The door closed. He stripped. Very satisfactory, ox strong, hung like a horse.

“Back door, front door?” he asked sheepishly.

Tamberlin bent, ass cheeks framing wet pussy. “Haven’t had much luck with the front lately.”

Meno Silencio ©


Dear readers: Update on my upcoming book ‘three threesomes for the price of one’? I’m planning on putting it out tomorrow : D Still formatting the living daylights out of it, so that meatgrinder doesn’t spit it out as confetti… I will post here on my blog when it goes live, and if I haven’t told you guys already, I’m offering it for free the first week! So something to make your weekend even better. Feel free to get drunk and curl up with my book ; ) Just make sure to sober up before you post a review. lol For coherence’s sake.

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Final cover for upcoming book!

So I tweaked my cover, and set it to the dimensions that Smashwords requires. I’m very happy with it, and feel much more comfortable with cover-design now. Hopefully soon I’ll have time to write a blog post about what I’ve learned this time around. : D But right now It’s time to work on publishing my book! I will keep you guys updated and let you know as soon as I publish it (sometime next week).

Until then, cheers!


three threesomes for the price of one

Raven Heart

Happy Halloween my dear friends, here’s a special little treat for you!

This story is rated R for morbid, and sexually explicit content.


Evelda uncurled herself from a thorn bush, breath pulsing in evening’s thrall. They were coming for her again. Her five mouths gaped, bubbling and foaming with exhaustion. The respite had been so brief, too brief. The man was close now though, close enough that she could smell magnanimity coating his soft warm skin, always with him, even as he trod through vileness.

A hotel light flickered above the tree rim. Evelda’s body shimmered neon along with it. Her claws retracted first, dark leather skin sloughing off, shedding into milky flawlessness. Soon her entire twisted form, right down to the tip of her barbed tail, was concealed by illusion.


But not as painful as what they would do to her. She manufactured clothes as an afterthought. Humans were never without clothes. With barely enough time left Evelda spilled out of the shadows, landing squarely at his feet with a soft thud. Her flat palms slapped loudly on the concrete sidewalk, eyes focusing briefly on a brown shard of glass. The smell of left-behind vomit assaulted her keen senses. A sharp and acidic putridness.

The man halted, teetered, took a sharp breath of alarm, leather shoes scuffing in arrested motion. “Are you alright?” He bent to help her up without even the slightest hesitation.

That was why she needed his sanctuary. The bushes behind rustled, but as soon as his hand laid against her skin, they filled with hissing, rank displeasure. Her seven pussies twitched at his warm touch. When her thighs rubbed together, so did they. It would be no difficult thing for her, seducing this man. She grabbed onto his suit jacket, senses full of his smell, cologne, sweat, pheromones. A hint of salty arousal rose as her body pushed hard against his. With a tilt of the head, she set in motion the wheels of seduction, large brown eyes gazing with a lustful need into his. Her lips parted slightly, brushing under his chin, eliciting a shudder. That desirable member stiffened and she took the chance to caress it, guide it upwards into the comfortable snug home of his pants.

Evelda gave a low throaty hum, tugging him towards the bright hotel light, holding his thick hand tightly. He followed, half stumbling over rocks and concrete borders, through ill-lit parking lots only half filled with cars. At the glass doors she gave him another meaningful gaze, a plaintive one that he couldn’t possibly say no to.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked warily, squeezing her hand anyways, too soft to say no.

She nodded like a wide-eyed bobble head, pushing against him once more. He took a deep breath and allowed himself to be led into the unpleasant-smelling lobby. The night manager sat at the desk, book in hand, lids drooping.

“We’d like a room for two, sir,” he told the night manager, glancing at her.

Evelda smiled widely as he said it, free hand touching his wallet suggestively, salacious hips swaying. The manager apprised her briefly, eyelids fluttering. He would take her to bed if he could, but he was not a good man. The smell of hate, and rapacious violence clung to him like a permanent second skin.

“ID,” the manager said, laying the book down.

He dug it out, allowing her a glance at the name, P-a-u-l. She tried very hard to pronounce this in her head, using her limited knowledge of the alphabet. Pah-ule, no P-awl, damned if she knew. He wouldn’t care if she butchered it as long she took out her breasts.

Paul slid the ID and another blue card across the counter. The manager glanced at them, tapping on the keyboard of his computer. After a little paperwork he handed Paul the keycard. Evelda held tight to the back of Paul’s jacket all the while, resting her chin on his broad shoulder, watching the manager so intensely that he slowly became flustered.

He gave them an awkward wave. “Enjoy your night, folks.”

Evelda smirked, enjoying his discomfort. The longer she smelled him, the more she could distinguish that hint of fear under the anger. It wasn’t his fear, but the clinging fear of his lover. She hoped that the demons who stalked her ended up nesting in his chest, and causing irreparable damage.

It was Paul’s turn to lead her, guiding her into the unfamiliar elevator, pressing a round button, arm sliding around her slender waist. “What’s your name?”

Evelda bit her soft red lips, then pressed her face against his wide chest, muffling the grating sound of her attempted vocalization. “Eee-velllduh.”

“Huh? Eve?”

She perked up, like a flower, giving him a quick happy nod.

“That’s a pretty name, just like you.”

The elevator halted, doors rolling open. If she could keep him from talking too much this would be easier. She tugged hard at him, letting him know how impatient she was.

“Uh, room 56. This way I think.” He led her to the right, past door after door, stopping in front of what she assumed was 56. It smelled like sex, even on this side of the door. The lock beeped, light blinking green as he slid the card in. Inside the smell of sex overwhelmed her, permeating the red satin sheets and crimson blankets of the wide bed. The manager had given them this room with that in mind. That was fine, but the smell of rape lingered here and there. Evelda wrinkled her nose in disgust.

He was watching her like a hawk. “Everything ok?”

She nodded again, more slightly. There was no time for hesitation with this man. He could change his mind any second now, decide she was too vulnerable. She slid a hand down over his thigh, fingers wandering towards his now soft member. Yes, he was already thinking too much. There was only one thing to do.

Evelda shimmied the thin straps of her dark dress down over her milky shoulders, letting the front slide down and reveal the swells of her breasts. His eyes followed the motion, glazing over.

“Why me?” he mumbled, with a shake of his head, hands coming up under her breasts. “You’re so beautiful you could have any man you want.”

She wouldn’t have answered even if she could. It was the last thing on her mind. The atmosphere chilled, darkening, a harbinger of their proximity. They would just have to languish outside, held at bay by his steady virtue.

Her large nipples perked under his touch, standing out on the disc fields of her dusky areolas. His fingers teased and worried them, before he bent over, thick lips encasing and sucking on them, one at a time. Evelda played with his brown hair, loving the solid feeling of his bones and flesh under her hands. The straps of her dress slid down below her elbows and she lowered her hands to her sides, letting gravity take over and rid her slender frame of the excessive covering. He continued his worshipful ministrations, hands grasping her freshly bared hips tightly. She sighed softly, stroking down his shoulders, tugging at the suit jacket. He straightened, exhaling loudly from his nose as he quickly stripped away the jacket and unbuttoned his long-sleeve undershirt.

Evelda took the chance to position herself on top of the red satin blankets, scooting back and opening her long legs for him. He looked like a sleepwalker as he touched her knees, kneeling between her feet.

His hands slid over her thighs, pressing into the doughy exterior of her illusion. For Evelda it was a touch more intimate than he could imagine, his thumb caressing a clit here, fingers smoothing over moist labia there. He didn’t notice of course, eyes fixed on the visible. She hadn’t been sure, and the orifice stood as a half-remembered smut page she’d clawed curiously through once. She’d been much more fixated on the male member hovering below the crimson lips of the nude woman. She itched to know what it might feel like jammed into one of her small holes.

The simulacrum must have been well remembered enough, because his breath was coming in lustful pants. He controlled himself, pressing lips to the inside of Evelda’s thigh. Evelda answered with a low animal grating that she did her best to wind into a moan.

He liked her response, applying his lips studiously to the other side. Thank god he’d closed his eyes. Evelda’s skin flickered, muscles tensing. If only he’d finger her, lick her inside, stretch her. It was a fight to redirect her focus. Each kiss laid higher hit new, sensitive territory, wracking her with desire.

“You’re so passionate.” The admiration shone in his eyes. “So, primal.”

Evelda smiled widely at that, thrusting her visible pussy up, svelte hips lifting off the bed. Yes, pay attention to this one here, take your time there.

His fingers laid on each side, pulling open the smooth mounds, revealing the dark misshapen lips. Evelda slid her hands over the back of his head, pulling him down against it, lest he stare too long. The blackness inside made her nervous. Certainly humans did not have mouths down there to suckle and consume sperm, however they might look like they did. She’d had the sense to smooth over the sharp teeth inside, but the rest remained as ever.

Paul didn’t complain, nuzzling and licking at the swelling nub, tracing the labia with his warm large tongue, which slipped often into the tiny orifice. His tongue was wider, much more filling and titillating than the demon cocks she’d been restricted to. Those were long and narrow, just enough to stimulate, to cause her to consume their seed, no more. Demons copulated en masse, and there was nothing they loved more than the sight of her seven pussies exposed. They’d latch on and let her inner mouths suck and tear at their long slender cocks, screaming low and guttural as the flesh tore, leaving behind blood and semen, much to their excitement. But even after seven orgasms, it bored her to tears.

She would spend her entire lengthy existence spewing nasty little demon spawn from her cunts, if they had their way. Evelda had other ideas. She was sick of being a transient observer of the human world, always unseen and unheard. And now that she was on the other side of the veil, she finally had him, this man she so adored, between her legs, right where she’d always wanted him.

His tongue left her impatient to have his cock, which, with any luck, would be as big as the one in the magazine. She let him enjoy her a little longer, relishing how it wound her up, then pushed him away.

His dark brown hair was messy and tousled. The tip of his nose glistened, much to her amusement. She leaned in and kissed the dampness away, pressing her forehead to his. He looked shy, pulling his massive body up.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, tongue obviously more intuitive than she’d bargained for.

Her tiny slit could, and would willingly take anything forced into it. She huffed, pushing out her breasts.

“OK, OK.” He gave a gruff laugh. “Don’t bite my head off.

Evelda grabbed at the bulge in his pants demandingly, pressuring the hard contours. That would keep him from talking anymore. He obliged, undoing his suit pants, white underwear contrasting with the dark fabric. A decent sized wet circle lay above his cockhead. He was raring to couple with her, and if she wasn’t careful it might be too short lived. The dawn was soon, but not that soon. His pants fell around his ankles and she helped unsheathe him, working the tight fabric down his thick hairy legs. The result was a breathtaking display of human virility. Evelda trembled with delight, pussies twitching in unison. If only she could stuff that in every single one of them, she’d never be brought to orgasm by demon cock again. But he regretfully only had one, so she’d possibly be short six orgasms, unless she could manage some serious friction between her thighs.

She grasped at the meaty cockhead, pushing the wetness around the tip, thumb sliding over the slit. The smell of semen filled her nostrils. There was enough in the clear liquid alone to impregnate a female of his species. This man was as much of a prime specimen as he looked.

Evelda’s hand slid down over the massive member, barely able to get her fingers entirely around the thick rooted base. A vein running up the back pulsed powerfully, like a wild river of blood coursed through it. She regretted to let go of it, but needed to have it inside, now, more than ever.

He wouldn’t be equal to the task of penetrating her, so she coaxed him onto the bed, straddling his large hips. His biceps rolled under her delicate hands, and she took the time to stroke them, fingering his small nipples, rubbing her pussy against his cock.

The hunger was too much, she couldn’t wait, pushing against it, rutting.

“I have a condom.” He looked slightly panicked. “There in my front pocket.”

Evelda pressed a hand over his handsome mouth, shaking her head. He didn’t persist. The head pushed against her entrance, meeting great resistance. She pushed harder, until it began to squish into the tight confines. She gave a gasp as it stretched her painfully, but under the momentary pain, pleasure surged, reaching every nerve of her body.

If the demons had burst through the door in that moment, she still wouldn’t have been able to stop, not until he was balls deep, cockhead sunk in the throat of her sexual maw. She’d meant to draw him out, take her time, but nature was driving her like an unforgiving bitch, and all she could do was tense her inner mouth, milking him for all he was worth. His cock responded with its own twitching, sending the required contents into her depths.

He sat up halfway as he came, mouth agape with a beastly grunt. She relished the way his shoulders strained, and all the creases on his face came alive, transforming him into another creature altogether.

Evelda was also undergoing an unwilling transformation, skin flaking away in places as the orgasm washed through her. His eyes were wide, staring up into her face, and she knew that what he saw wasn’t what she’d intended him to see. A strangled sound issued from his throat, and he bucked against her, no longer trying to couple with her.

She pulled and tugged until his member popped out, sewing her human form back together, so that she could use those lush red lips to kiss him once more. His face evaded her, but to no avail, and she managed a firm, quick kiss before rising. Her hand smoothed over his thigh and her eyes said sorry the best they could. The door rattled, splintering as Evelda lost contact with him. Daylight was almost here, but not quite. They would hunt her a little longer, and they would, regretfully, ravage his evil tainted body in the process.

She had no time to think about that though, pulling open the antiquated, small-town hotel window. Gravity sloughed the milky skin away into black feathers this time, and as she twisted and fell, she could see his face peering over the wooden sash with alarm. She leveled with the ground, just in time, wings beating furiously, lifting her into the pre-dawn darkness, and out of his sight.

As she flew, her heart beat arhythmically, racing, double-time, and deep down she knew, every extra beat was for him.

Meno Silencio ©

Coming soon!

Dear readers, Halloween is just around the corner, and I simply could not contain my joy, so I have to tell you now…. *drum roll* I have an amazing Halloween short story for you guys!!!

I’m so excited that I’d post it now, but then it wouldn’t be a Halloween story anymore : (

Anyways, now you have something to look forward to, other than lots strangely dressed children banging on your door repeatedly, threatening to chase you through the town with lit torches unless they receive candy.

I’ve also finished up the last of my short stories for my ‘three threesomes for the price of one’ book, and am sending it out to some beta readers this week. It’s been a monumentally satisfying process putting this little collection together, and I hope that the finished product will be thoroughly enjoyed by anyone who takes the chance and downloads it. I wanted each and every one of the stories to be humorous and fun (as well as weird as heck). I think that makes the perfect sort of first self-published book of short stories : )

So blessings to all of you, and check back on Halloween for some fun!