Your Weekly Lashes (New Writing from Ari) - Oct. 25, 2024

Two new flash stories to share: "Reflections on Being Facefucked" and "The Serial-Killing K-pop Star."

What I’m Drinking

A cafe in the van parked along the superhighway? I love this!

I was just walking along on my way to the mall after starting out my day with Muay Thai practice when I saw the words “COFFEE” written in such an allaying, wistful font. The cafe has reasonable prices—50 baht (US$1.48) for an Americano—and selection (light, medium, dark) of quality beans. The taste was nice. The owner, “T,” was friendly.

What I’m Listening To

Kowloon’s nostalgia-infused ambient indie had an intense effect on me last week. I’ve been moody. I’ve been thinking about life. The lyrics to “Wake Up” really got me:

Wake up
Live someone else's dream
Smile smile
Cuz they're all watching
Shakeup shakedown
They can't hear you scream
Smile smile
Can't you hear me sing?

This is his newest single “I’m Ready for Home,” and he’s working on a new album.

What I’m Writing

1.) Reflections on My Goddess Facefucking Me in the Queening Chair

I wrote this directly after Queen Nazz got done facesitting and bouncing all over my face:

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She pulled her panties to the side and stuck her pussy into my face.

“Do you want to get dirty?” she asked.

“I want my face to get dirty. I want it to be covered in your cum.”

She arranged her body so that her ass was completely over my face, pressing down with force, and my tongue was up deep in her pussy. I could feel her full bodyweight on my nose. I could feel a hell of a lot of weight on my eyes. A kaleidoscope of red, orange, and blue colors, like lasers, like the signal lights of some kind of alien spaceship, danced across my eyes. She pressed harder and harder. She bounced up and down. At first, a little. Then, more and more. I tried to fit my tongue into her pussy and press it deeper. I tried to move my head to get it up in there, to work together with her grinding. Oh, she was grinding on me. On my fucking face. My fucking face because it was made for fucking.

She moved her legs so that the fit around my head, wrapped around my head. That gave her more ability to rock back and forth, pounding my face stronger and stronger. She pulled me in and out of her pussy with her leg muscles. I could still breathe. A little bit. I could breathe enough.

She pounded, pounded, grounded and pounded her ass into my face. I loved the feeling of being utterly used, utterly face fucked, of having her pussy, her ass, her weight, coming right down on top of me, right in my eyes and face and nose, of it being all I feel and perceive. Not see. I couldn’t see because the weight of her ass was keeping my eyes closed. I could just see the red, green, and blue lights over the darkness.

Then she started leaning forward. Her angle was different. It was getting my tongue into her pussy from behind her ass. So I got a nice view of her ass from behind and her red polka-dotted panties.

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The red, green, and blue pattern I mentioned is called a phosphene. I looked it up just now. You have probably experienced it before when you rubbed your eyes. It is caused by pressure on the eyes, and it’s not dangerous. But you have got to experience it from being facesat—now that is an experience…

2.) The Serial Killer K-pop Star

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“I loved receiving your letters and teddy bears! It was soooooo cute when you confessed your love to me! I bet you didn’t think you would get to meet me, would you? But when you said you were my ‘Number 1’ fan and that you would ‘do anything for me,’ well, I just knew I had to test you!

“Simps like you are always saying that shit. Frankly, I’m bored of it. Just like I’m tired of the male producers and millionaires who think they are so cool because of their pocket change. Please. I have more money than they can even conceptualize. No ‘alpha male’ could ever satisfy my increasingly extreme demands for pleasure.

“No, I have begun experimenting with things that go beyond the realm of the imagination of even the world’s foremost horror writers. I get my kicks from seeking thrills that bring me up close and personal with the boundary between life and death.