Pussy Powers Adventures in Unicorn Land

So I make weird videos featuring weird characters.  Many of those characters are women,  because it’s more funny.  I am usually the worst at doing  make up. But I’ve watched some YouTube tutorials by drag queen and last night my character looked much improved. I looked like a drag queen so I made him a drag queen character.  Stu without further ado, i present to you Pussy Powers.


See who else is sinning today.

The 365 guys in 365 days challenge


I’m going to have sex with a different guy everyday for a year.

Yeah you read that right. It’s the 1 a day challenge, no affiliation with the vitamin.

You are  wondering why.  I’m honestly wondering that myself.

Maybe it will justify my sex addiction, at least for the next year.  Or maybe it will cure it. That works for drug addicts ,right?

Maybe it will give me something I have to write about everyday in this blog and it will be a great jumping off point for my one man podcast I want to do while my sex party podcast is on hiatus.  So am I doing this for content?  Kind of.

Is this all just a stunt? Well yeah, duh.

It’s been done before.  A Russian artist had sex with 365 guys in 365 days and he even had sponsors and he got an article in the Huffington Post

I probably won’t get any Huffington Post article because it’s been done before, but it might help out my blog, podcast and YouTube channel.

So here are the rules.

It would be preferable  if it was one guy a day,  but there will probably be days when I can’t do it because I have the flu or I’m getting married that day. So I’m going to count it when I have a three some or go to a sex party. At the end of the month the total must be equal to or greater than the number of days in that month.

I count almost  everything sexual as sex. So yes oral counts.  Hand jobs even count,  but I’ve never really been one to stop at a hand job so it won’t be 300 hand jobs,  don’t worry about that.

Today is day 3, I started this a coupler of days ago because once I get an idea in my head I need to start it immediately.  As of right now I have had sex with 3 guys, and I have another one waiting in the theater here at work. I’m trying to stay on top of things.

I will do a write-up on every trick when I can but right now I need to get back to work.


I suck at following through with things. Take the February Photo Fest challenge. All I had to do was post an erotic photo once a day for the month  of February.  Instead I tried to make an erotic horror story around the pictures but by day 10  I didn’t have the picture I needed and crash. I began posting erratically. For the 2 people who were following that story I am going tho finish it.  The only thing I’ve ever managed to stick with for any length of time has been feeding my dog homemade dog food which i have kept up for 2 years now because I love her.

I have a good feeling about this one too. This is something I can do


There’s nothing to fear if he’s wagging his tail

  1. The February Photo Fest picture a day story was preempted  the last few days because of..   Because of Donald Trump,  yeah that’s the story.  I promise tho post multiple photos over the next couple of days do we might catch up.  Today however is a Sinful Sunday so that means just one (maybe 2) pictures.  If you’re interested  in the gay whore story horror story Chapter 1 is the best place to start.

Day 19 of MAD HOUSE

Little Shit, the unfortunately named accountant turned “puppy” who had become the property of the schizophrenic psychopath Gage woke with a start.

He had no idea what woke him up or where he was for one  brief colourful second.  But the aches and pains and overwhelming nausea brought him back to his new nightmare reality. He was  pretty confident the pain was a result of withdrawal from whatever drug Gage kept injecting into him.

Something else came  back to him.  Very briefly he remembered the events from last night that he  previously blocked.  When the impossibly unbearable memory flooded back his very efficient mind went to  work reblocking the realization.

“No,” Little Shit said out loud in an uncharacteristic act of bravery.  “I need to remember ”

  The mind is an incredible thing.  It knew the accountant playing a puppy could not handle the knowledge. His brain snapped. What took over  was pure animal instinct. He no longer cared what happens to himself and playing nice did not keep both of his sons safe.

He would track down the monster who did this and rip its throat out and devour his dead heart. 

The butt plug puppy tail he was wearing began to twitch. From a distance you might think this was a good sign. When you came close enough to hear the deep animal growl you would know Better.


Check out other sinful Sunday pictures.  Love the sin and the sinner.


i think a change will do me (good?) (in?)- february photo fest dsy 15

Day 14 of the MAD HOUSE  photo story. If your just starting the tale I would check out Chapter 1.


Hero didn’t stop to see what the fuck just happened.  As far as he could tell the German dude in the dress they called Mrs.  Garrett just saved his life.  Who she had saved him from Hero hadn’t a clue. Get could only assume the costume he had decided to wear was fooling enough people into thinking he was Gage that it inspired enough love and hate that was both so blessing and a curse.

The house was so big it would take days to search for Jill without help.  His best bet,  and the right thing to do would be to unchain that pathetic Cum Bucket and hope for the best.  Ge might know where Jill was being kept and lead him right to het.

Or he could literally stab Hero in the back.  And fuck him as he lay bleeding to death.  Such a lovely way to go.

Hero found the cellar stairs and decided to gamble big and let the fucker go.  There might be a chance he wasn’t suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.  A tiny one.

At first he thought maybe Cum Bucket was gone.  It was so dark he couldn’t make out anything.  Fortunately Hero was a pot smoker and he had a lighter in him.

Using the small flame Hero scanned the cavernous cellar.  He almost screamed when the ghostly light revealed Cum Bucket standing less than a foot in front of his face.

“Fuck me Christ!”, Hero screamed out,  before regaining his cool.  “Hey Buddy,  I told you I would come back and save you. Just lay back on the couch and let me find the right key.  It would be great if this time you didn’t try to get me murdered.”

Cum Bucket lay back as he was instructed but gave no sign about what he was thinking. There was something else different about him,  besides the fact that someone had put a dress on him since they last met.

“I just want to find my fiancée Jill and get the fuck–” Hero was interrupted by Cum Bucket making a Hyperion excitable sound of recognition,  and it sounded like he was saying the name Jill!

fade to black: day 13 if feburary photo fest

Day 13 of February photo fest us upon us!  I took a couple of days off which is against the rules,  but I’ve been adding more than 1 photo per day so I feel justified.  If your new to the story check out Chapter 1.

Day 13 of MAD HOUSE


Hero put thoughts of trying to save Cum Bucket out of his mind and instead went exploring the great house. It wasn’t long before he found what he assumed was Gage’s master suite/ playroom.  Luckily the keys he found on the floor of the androgenous German (yes he’s German  did I forget to mention that?)  Housekeeper Mrs Garrett’s room allowed him to get inside.

Hero searched the room yet found nothing that might lead him to his missing fiancee.  He did find a gigantic closet full of costumes.  It really did seem like this theatrical maniac rarely wore normal street clothes.

Deciding it might be a good idea to put on a Gage costume in case any members of the staff saw him,  he put on a mask and the least revealing thing he could find.

Hero exited the costume department and made his way to the exit,  confident he could pass for Gage as long as he didn’t need to speak.

Unbeknownst to him he was being watched closely by a fellow mask wearer.

As Hero reached the exit the person following him got close enough to stab him with a pair of scissors,  if that’s what he wanted to do.  It turns out thsts exactly what he wanted to do.

It all happened so fast but the rooms only light source seemed to explode sending sparks showering down on Hero and his would be attacker before plunging them into total darkness.

Hero most definitely would have been stabbed by the attackers scissors had a third-party not intervened. There was a scuffle and a shot rang out. Hero turned to see what was happening but a loud androgynous German voice shouted “no sir! get out of here! you don’t want to see this!”

Without questioning what was probably a gift horse Hero exited stage right. ”

This has been a part of February Photo Fest.

I missed a couple of days of the challenge but I’m back on the horse.  Start from the beginning at Chapter 1

Day 12 of MAD HOUSE 

“You’ve Been a Very Bad Lady Boy”

Hero spent much of the night trapped under the bed of the lady boy housekeepers bed listening to the most depraved acts.  He actually fell asleep for a while only to be awaken by loud smacking sounds.  Apparently Mrs.  Garrett,  or whatever his name is,  needed taught a lesson  for what a dirty slut she had been that night.  Hero was glad somebody would be punished for the things he had been forced to listen to.

  • Finally it all came to a welcome end when Gage announced he and his human dog,  Little Shit needed to go a few towns over where Gage had a very special surprise for his new pal that would be really neato,  with the bonus of keeping the former accountant in line.

Gage and Little Shit left and Mrs. Garrett began snoring loudly soon after. As Hero began to slip out from under the bed he noticed a set of keys that Gage must have dropped during the hot oil wrestling portion of the nights festivities. Hero pocketed the keys and snuck out the door.

He could probably unlock that fucking snitch Cum Bucket and set him free so that Gage  could not finish the job of killing the pathetic fucker or he could just let fate take care of the tragic clown.  What to do?

It’s a freak show in here- photo Fest day 9

The guy in the beginning of this tale,  you know the dude who looking to rescue his missing fiancee…(way back Chapter 1) I guess you could call him the hero and since he never got hid own name that’s what we shall call him.

Hero had been pretty busy ervert since Gage took some time off from torturing Cum Bucket to go send to his dog,  the accountant who is great with numbers but not with being owned by a sadistic probable serial killer.

Hero managed to get up the cellar stairs and downthe hallway before almost being caught by the androgynous lady man housekeeper cool. He ducked into a bedroom and under the bed seconds before Sam Jones ( That’s the housekeepers name) flew into the room and threw itself into the bed.

Gage and his super high human dog soon followed and Hero was stuck under the bed for hours. Needless to say, if he survives the night he will have traumatizing accusations involving  Rachael Ray brand dog food, Little Orphan Annie, millipedes and the cast recording of Cats.