

Groovy, so that worked out pretty well. I’m going to try to remember to post a sketch every day, alternating between something I did for myself, and filling a request. Let’s see how long this lasts ~

Eh, what the hell, I’ll make another one of these, because they’ve always worked out sooooo well in the past.
I’m… not completely out of ideas, but I want to get some fanbase interaction going again, so drop me some ideas and stuff and I’ll do what I can to doodle them up over the coming days. Hell, just a basic thing like “Draw ‘character x’ with a curvy figure” would be welcome.
A couple, hetero, homo, whatever, gets frisky and buys a pack of “gimmick” condoms that have pictures tiled on them. The first one they use is branded with images of a water drop, and their session goes perfectly smoothe. The next one has a ‘+’ symbol on it, and the receiving partner swears that the other feels larger than normal, though upon inspection, there’s clearly nothing out of the ordinary. Next, one that appears to be covered in images of tentacles. The two become overly stimulated by a mysterious writhing/crawling feeling, write it off as just being too pent up. The last condom in the pack is branded with the image of a bicycle pump. With each thrust a light ‘hiss’ fills the air, the receiving partner blowing up little by little. They grow tight, up to the edge of exploding, when the ‘giving’ partner cums hard, breaking the condom. Up to you as to what happens as a result.
I may not be able to draw in a way that I can share over the ‘net just yet, but that doesn’t mean that the ideas aren’t still flowing. Here and there I still come up with some yummy stuff and make a little sketch for myself, but I want to share it with everyone, see what ya’ll think. In that regard I’ve decided to start writing short stories around the ideas. No character building or plot lines, just a nice little tidbit of yummy like I usually add along with my sketches when they were posted.
If anyone wants to take any of these little ideas and run with them for their own stories or drawings, by all means, have at ‘em.
With that out of the way, here’s the first one.
Shivering alone on his bed, a thin trail of dried blood snakes down his forearm. Hunched over, gasping for air through a tired, lustful smirk, he grasps his chest with a cold, weak hand. Heartbeat fading beneath his grip, he stares at the meat monolith protruding from his crotch. A thin cord cuts hard into the base of his shaft, engorged veins ready to burst, it stands as hard and glossy as an effigy of glass, and just as frail. Vision tunneling, he gazes at his own clouded reflection shining off the head of his member, able to feel the radiant warmth that was once spread through the rest of his form. Where once it barely reached his navel, it now stood no less than his chest, wide as his arm, but considerably more solid, given his present state. He glances to the machine humming by his side, tasked with drawing the life fluid from his arm and redepositing it in his lower region. It seemed to be growing quieter, the noise becoming more distant. Turning it off crossed his fogged mind, but looking at the results he had so far received, he decided to let it run just a little longer. After all, it didn’t hurt anymore.