Not suitable for children. or my mother!

This is a 7 page comic that I would like to bring to Angoulême. But it’s not finished yet. There’re still a lot of backgrounds left to draw and I wanna add a new ending (or an epilogue) too, since this story isn’t accurate anymore. I haven’t figured out all the panels for the last two pages, so I’m only giving you five to read now.

Is this too much? Am I being too uninhibited?

Somehow it doesn’t feel too intimate since it’s just a little comic figure doing all the talking, while I’m sitting safe and sound in the privacy of my studio drawing my little doodles night ‘n day…

Here goes anyway, suggested for mature readers and all that:

Translation:

Panel one: It has now been… at least three months since I had sex with a man.

thought bubble: September, Octobre, December… mmm… at least three.

Panel two: Maybe that’s not such a long time…

Panel three: And I do give myself orgasms often. Several times a day.

Panel four: No magical world revolutionary spraying orgasms of course.

Panel five: But they’re actually not what I miss most about the sex…

Panel six: It’s the oral stuff…

Panel one: Kisses. They were nice.

Panel two: To feel the taste of his body. The salty sweat. My lips against his skin. My teeth lightly pressing down on his flesh.

Panel three: But most of all I miss… The cock.

Panel four: Oh… So smooth in my mouth…

Panel five: It feels so good against my tounge… Up against the palate

Panel six: Down the pharynx Y-Yh-Yees Oh The cock So good My mouth Fill My Mouth MnnhhhH (yeah, you get the picture)

 

Panel one: heh…

Panel two: Maybe I’m like a nymphomaniac. I do think about sex all the time…

Panel three: A while ago I was obsessed with this guy…

Panel four: We can call him “J”. Then he’ll probably know who he is. Or should I say “K” instead?

Panel five:  Cute bastard.

Panel six: Yeah… No… It never happened with him. Nothing oral what so ever. Not even a kiss.

Panel one: Anyway, I used to dream alot about him back then.

Panel two: What he refused me in the waking world I could wallow in at night.

Panel three: At his work… just right there on the copy machine… Ghawd I was so hot for him… It’s insane… He could have just poked me and I would simply have burst out in a spontaneous orgasm right away… God! Damn!

Panel four: Well well… That didn’t happen.

Panel five: This was actually the first time I’ve ever had a man “tease” me.

Panel six: Get me all desperat with desire… And then just… Let it go. Without even a kiss.

Panel one:  Incredibly strange experience.

Panel three: Anyway my dreams aren’t about him anymore.

Panel four: Now it’s just cocks

Panel five: Lovely cocks which I suck and suck and suck.

Panel six: I choose to see it as a sign of good health…

11 thoughts on “Not suitable for children. or my mother!

    • åh! Bella! Jag älskar dig så att det nästan gör ooont!
      för varje positiv respons så blir jag säkrare på att det är okej att skriva snuskiga ord i serier.🙂

      egentligen har jag ju ett ganska vårdat språk, det känns liksom förbjudet att skriva k-ordet.
      och när jag läser det blir jag lite spattig… heh.

      • Äsch, du visar en sida som jag tror de flesta har men inte talar om. Du gör det på ett snyggt sätt dessutom.
        You go girl!

      • Fabbe… Fabius? hm. Du läste inte titeln på inlägget eller? “Not suitable for children.”
        Men men… sådan här litteratur kan man ju finna prov på lite överallt på internet,
        så jag väljer att inte gråta några blodatårar över att din nyss så oförstörda stackars pojk-hjärna blivit utsatt för sådana vulgära ord och bilder som i denna serie.

        Men förlåt för K-ordet. Jag vet att det var lite väl häftigt.

      • Det är okej. Jag är inte arg på dig fina lilla Fabius.
        Det finns inga blockeringar här. Jag kastar inte ut dig. Den som vill får läsa på eget bevåg.

        Jag har förvarnat om seriens explicita innehåll och således gjort mitt för att inte skrämma känsliga varelser.
        Känner du att du kan hantera innehållet så lägger inte jag mig i det.
        Du tar dina egna beslut och lever ditt liv så som Du vill leva det.
        Gränser är bara påhitt och betyder egentligen ingenting. Var den riktiga gränsen går känner du instinktivt i ditt hjärta.

        Lyssna alltid på ditt hjärta Fabbe.
        Alltid.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s