Dangerous IncidentsDangerous Incidents
The collected adult works written under the pen name of darksaturn.
For Your Entertainment-
Originally posted on Conversextion: it's ben a long day hasn't it bby The familiar ring tone alerted you; I knew you would answer despite it not being 'your bag'. I remembered at the club; both drunk grabbing each other's phones promising things that only alcohol wills out of us in the late hours. i bet ur in that office u h8 A random text days later had us reliving that night through words; text tag. No strings attached. No meeting unless we wanted to. And by the tone of our texts over the course of the next few days, we wanted to. But everything is so busy; hard to find alone time between all of the life shit we didn't mention at the club to each other. poor bby You tell me your jerk boss is hanging around. The one you angrily say gives you too many hours, too little pay. is he around? You text back; I can envision the wrinkle your brow makes when you're annoyed. You clearly don't want to be there. i can make it better I smile as you as you ask me how. guess ...
An ode to a Master's Hand
Originally posted on Conversextion: Slap goes the hand that bruises my behind with each land the ass that shifts up wanting another pass of that teasingly, feelingly cruel hand pleadingly my cries beg 'Master, please!'; your eyes full of mirth denies letting my ass burn covered in flecks of purple red and no concern i can only look down to not deserve a frown then a slow palm grazes letting new pain alight me with it's balm paddles, canes sit to the far side ignored as i delighted in what Your hand can only provide my panty, my skirt pulled unseemly down my ass bared, round and blissfully hurt the wetness i feel i hope You don't, yet i know You knowingly do, softness of Your caresses now contrast with the hardness poking through pants past the point of full arousal; i want to please You but i know only the pull and need to punish me will only do. Ahh Master Your seed is too good for me. i only can take Your hand to my ass as a good girl should AN: Random poem ca...
Sweet Tooth at 3 AM. in the 3rd person.
*Sounds so different in the 3rd Person XD I had a request to rewrite it this way.*?Do I?? That singular thought runs through her head, as she notes an odd man glancing hard at her - harder even. To anyone else on the train, the looks are nothing, the random glance of random strangers. But the two people across from one another, if that could even be what this is, see more. They sit in the back most rows, in seats opposite rows from each other. He can see what she is doing, as she can him.She knows and yet doesn?t know him. She pretends to ignore him and yet she knows exactly what he wants. And even though it scares her, it makes her want to give him more.They are on a subway train, rushing by in the metal of tunnels in a blaze of speed. Speed, carnal speed, like a metallic cock ramming endlessly into a willing voidless cunt. Or is it rather a more a metal toy? She sit pondering such random thoughts, while keeping her eye on the stranger across the row.. It was a mental dare to herse...
Sweet Tooth at 3 AM.
Do I? That odd man glances hard at me - harder even. To anyone else on the train, the looks are nothing, the random glance of random strangers. But he and I, if that could even be what this is, see more. We sit in the back most rows, in seats opposite rows from each other. He can see what I'm doing, as I can him.I know and yet don't know him. I pretend to ignore him and yet I know exactly what he wants. And even though it scares me, it makes me want to give him more.Were on a subway train you see, rushing by in the metal of tunnels in a blaze of speed. Speed, carnal speed, like a metallic cock ramming endlessly into a willing voidless cunt. Or is it rather a more a metal toy? I ponder such random thoughts, while keeping my eye on the stranger across the row from me. It was a mental dare to myself, me doing this; on a quiet train with barely us and a few late goers, probably too sloshed after a few drinks too many to see the exchange taking place. I figured, I needed the cash. Just...
Curves can be dangerous.
As a full figured woman myself, it can be hard to feel, or rather see yourself as a 'main character'. To see yourself as worth of being cute, or hot, or other wise a being that has needs like every other hot blooded person. And then this crops up. I was reading Cute Breasts' blog (and they are cute BTW) and found out about how the fashion industry is finally growing a pair -and honestly depicting big and curvy girls as the beings they truly are.As said from Cute Breasts blog:'On January 14, 2010 V Magazine will come out with its ?Size? issue on newsstands everywhere. The issue will feature plus sized models wearing everything from sexy hip hugger jeans, skin tight bathing suits and even nothing at all. The aim of this issue is to highlight the beauty of women who do not necessarily come in sizes 0 or 2. Clothing featured in the issue will be made by high end designers like D&G, Dior and Armani.'Finally, the non sz 2, plus size crowd can be seen in photo as the sexual, lovely...
Siren of Death
In the lands of Meneteil, there were stories of many warriors, those meek and bold. But one store stood out amongst the rest. This was the fabled story of the Blonde Siren of Death. Armed with merely her visible nude form this was (save for her broadsword) all the weapon she?d need. She ran nude not because she was cocky or did not need metal armor, but that men were so mesmerized by her beauty that her attackers dared not mar her flawless skin. Of course the warrior would not be so gentle, so legion died by her sword.But this is not what the legend entailed. No the legend began with a town boy. This was a masculine hard working lad that had all the eyes of the town?s ladies on him. But the one pair that landed on his would be his undoing. The Siren was a choosy one, picking her lovers sparingly. But they once in her embrace never returned. And so this boy knowing of her want ran far and wide to escape. But one evening he was off his guard. As he went to bed this eve he felt a soft...
Tiger Babe. Rawr.
Code Name : TigerBabe. That was the name that got her into the seedy underground of Liberty City?s Drug Trade. Her real name nothing of importance, she went deep undercover, slipping in through the thriving prostitution market, and working up though to the inner ranks when it was shown she could handle a gun as well as a john. There were many girls with guns nude in the sex trade, in particular fetish markets, but only she was unafraid to use them to get her way.She sometimes looks in the mirror, telling herself girls like her were good for the city, but the line always blurs as criminals became partners, bedmates.On the way to a picture shoot, she stepped out, fearless. In her bra mesh top, long jacket, and eye teasing black lather shirt, she was dressed to kill. Literally, as the shoot was a cover for her true intentions. She was to meet a guy on the way. He was a sweet guy, and a good lay, but was a snitch. Snitches always land in one place- a coffin.dfhdyhturiririri Copyright D...
The future is hot and ....hot?
In the war torn world of the future, you were either a mutant or a normal. Well as normal as a pure human can be amidst the trash and carnage. Vzemanova was doing what she did best to get by, stripping in the rough and tumble dives that crop up in the seedier areas of human settlements. But the girls who work her trade were not stupid. Girls with guns were not a rare sight.In fact if you were one of the rare ones that did not carry a gun, you found yourself at risk for being robbed, or worse as chivalry was long dead in exchange for survival instincts. Vzemanova was part of the Action Girls gang, a group of nude dancers that packed metal heat. They had each other?s back at all times.Tonight was at a no name dive, but with practiced ease she started to ride the bar like a familiar lover. Her legs wrapped around the bar, twisting and writhing. She rubs her chest against the bar, slowly sliding up her pink sheer top to the cheering of her audience. Her short shirt flutters showing off ...
Oh I went there with MGS
*Oh yes I had to share my teaser post for MSG. This is what Snake encountered outside of the game /wink*The island base was up further alone the tropical coast. The island, the picture of tropical fantasy, was a hidden base for a rogue operative. Except this operative has gone mad with power, and has the world around his finger. Operative Gold Cobra has created a machine of destructive qualities so great, it can pin point any location in the world and annihilate it off the face of the planet. The operation was code named Metal Gear.So armed with the gear on his back, and his codex, he used his trained skills in stealth to make his way onto the island. He made sure to leave no tracks and kept his eye out for a useable weapon. Well that was his plan until he suddenly saw a leather boot land in his path. He looked up from his position to see three girls with guns, nude, geared and ready for action - girls you didn?t want to mess with.They had surrounded him. He had hoped to throw them ...
A bunch of One Shots
I did a bunch of paid work and since it was never said I couldn't post these..I am :3Enjoy :)dfhdyhturiririri Copyright DS and LC of Dangerous Incidents dangerousincidents.blogspot.com
COPS - More than a whos who of fail TV Show.
You are running, hard and fast, feeling the police siren busting down on you. A cop on a cycle had busted you trying to break into a small house and now for the last 10 minutes have been dodging into any and every bush to give you cover.But the motorcycle cop was very skilled with the bike, cutting into every corner and finally trapping you in a back light alley. The officer stops the bike and causally dismounts. By the form of the suit, the offer was a woman. Definitely one of action - the girls you knew typically weren?t the badge and shield type. She merely winks at you as she wordlessly unbuttons her navy top. Girls with guns are hot and this cop was no exception. Thinking you might get lucky tonight, you saunter up to the woman.The officer gives you a stern look as she brings out her police baton at the ready. She points to the resting motorcycle, and starts to poke you with it. You lay on the back of it, feeling the warm metal against you. She then with practiced hands pulls y...
Obligatory Vampire post. It was gunna happen, folks.
In the dark side streets, she prowls less popular haunts, searching for a warm meal. With her dark, mesmerizing eyes and lips that look so hungry she stalks the back of a nightclub where girls with guns nude danced in a stage act. The place was filing out for the night, the string of patrons straggling out in drunken, sweaty stupor.She spots a male night clubber, alone, with the drunken swagger of all night drinking binge. She, with grace and speed, lands to his side. Her outfit was nothing more that skin tight leather chap, with leather underwear and a shear net top. She landed in a crouching position, having her barely hidden crotch exposed. She was unlike girls with guns running around the town for fun. She was a vampire. And this boy was looking to be a satisfying meal.He was mesmerized with the soft rippling of muscles on her toned abs. Her breasts looked so lick able?and suddenly he felt her pale fingers, sliding softly through his sweaty disheveled hair. She lowered her soft...
The Hunting Mind
I wrote this 2006-12-22 and I kinda made a life of it's own on AdultFanfiction.net.I still get requests to submit more Nemmy/Jill fiction. Am tempted to actually. :) Re posting for posterity. *Keep in mind Jill doesn?t know Nemmy?s name till the end of the game, so in keeping it true to it his name is not mentioned at all.*.........................................................................................The Hunting Mind(One Shot)After finding temporary cover from the dead city outside, Jill tried to collect her thoughts. She and Carlos had narrowly eluded the pack of hunting zombies by discovering this older hotel; past its days of glory way before the outbreak that currently consumed the city. Carlos had decided to keep night watch on the balcony railing out of sight of outsiders but enough to see of any oncoming assault. Jill didn?t protest as today was a taxing day of avoiding anything and everything in this outbreak riddled town- especially that hulking thing, that man-b...
Play Dead(One shot, PWP?/ very angsty song fic?/ Nemmy's POV)I wrote this 2006-12-22 and I kinda made a life of it's own on AdultFanfiction.net.I still get requests to submit more Nemmy/Jill fiction. Am tempted to actually. :)Re posting for posterity. -------------------------------------------------------------------------I can?t take this. This world, this city, you. I just can?t. You frustrate me; you are the representation of the failure of everything I was made for. You are walking proof that I am a failure. The center of what I exist for, and yet still you are, walking around as if nothing?s wrong. I hate you...it?s like you mock me by merely living. And I can see the same feelings in your eyes as well. We are both walking representations of each others failure. I?m just willing to admit it.I was supposed to die back there, in that dead city. Left with one mission, the one thing I was made and born for; to chase you down; to have your head. But I wasn?t stupid enough to thin...
A Quiet Rest in the Barrens
As the young Trolless ran thought the hot barrens for supplies, she happened upon a stranger that offered to replenish her more intimate thirsts. Troll women are known to have a deep ravenous appetite for private company, so finding a stranger to answer to one's needs was not uncommon.dfhdyhturiririri Copyright DS and LC of Dangerous Incidents dangerousincidents.blogspot.com
Laine Discovers New Territory
She walks around the club with trepidation. The area smells of smoke, sweat, and alcohol- with the heady undercurrent of arousal thought the air. She heard this place was a good stopping ground for work and she desperately needed the cash. What had she gotten her self into?dfhdyhturiririri Copyright DS and LC of Dangerous Incidents dangerousincidents.blogspot.com