New in June: Barely employed pizza shop guy Brian wants a change “down there.” Bigger, right? Much to his surprise, meditation does the trick, sort of. Now he’s a girl down below! His roommate doesn’t mind, and gives the new package a daily workout. While his sex life has never been better (the new guy at work is enjoying him every night after closing), Brian worries that he’s feminizing by the day. He’s looking way-too good in jeans! He calls his old friend (no benefits) Stacey, who can’t believe his story. Then she tries meditating and gets trans-sexed! And they become friends with benefits. Five different endings will be sure to satisfy your kink! [sex change, sex swap, mutual masturbation, fantasy sex, MF sex, FF sex, transsexual] Word count: 8,300 Price: $2.99
Just released, the trailer for the five book series (Making Michael Obey, Making Michael Submit, The XXX Widow, The XXX Weekends, Love for Rent).
Marisa is nineteen and secluded in an age related isolation experiment. New Year’s Eve, she makes a wish and is surprised when two men appear for a kinky visit. One is young and the other is old enough to be her father, but both men are ripped and sexy as hell. They want to show her what she’s been missing in life, and their methods are irresistible as the two insatiable men take her just about every way possible.
Marisa has always fantasized about older men and having a Ménage à Trois, and now her wish has come true. For a very small price, you can read all about her highly detailed and extremely arousing encounter. It is also available in our Holiday bundle, along with the Viking Santa story, Season’s Beatings.
Marisa woke up and stretched, looking around the Antarctic sphere she’d lived in for one year. The petite, nineteen-year-old woman climbed out of bed and glared at the calendar on the wall, noting that the date marked her one year anniversary of the research project. It was New Years Eve and she couldn’t care less, because the isolation was really starting to get to her and she’d been dead wrong when she thought it wouldn’t phase her.
Just the day before, she thought that she might need therapy when she had an in depth and slightly hostile conversation with herself. It was one thing to talk to herself, but when it turned to arguing, well…she thought that was a really bad sign. The incident had driven home just how lonely she’d become, which surprised her because she’d been a loner her entire life.
She’d always actively avoided being around others, which was why she decided to sign up for the assignment. Usually she was happy for any solitary time she could get, but apparently this time she’d taken things too far.
At the beginning of the research project, her daily duties had taken a good chunk of er time. However, after a year of perfecting her routine, she got everything done within a couple hours unless something unforeseen came up. This left the rest of the day to do…absolutely nothing.
It was now getting dark, and the December supply box was sent through her airlock earlier that day so she tore into it purely out of boredom. Her jerky boss sent one every month and she wasn’t expecting anything special to be inside, so it was quite a surprise to find a bottle of champagne and she eagerly pulled it out of the package. When she smiled, it was her first of the week, and it amused her suddenly how the little things in life now meant a lot to her. The problem was that there were very few “little things” to appreciate.
The champagne gift really surprised her, because she suspected the lead scientist was the devil incarnate and thankfully, she didn’t hear from him too often. She popped the cork and sniffed it suspiciously, checking for poison. As she filled her glass, she considered doing some lab tests on the liquid just to be safe, but realized that was going a bit overboard.
“Well, I’m spending way too much time alone,” she said, grabbing her glass as she shrugged off her ridiculous suspicions. She headed to the window and stared up at the sky. There were northern lights flashing brightly and the wind blew loudly. She clutched her lab coat tighter as she took in the view of the barren and desolate landscape.
At the twinkle of a star in the sky, she held her glass up in a toast and before taking her first sip, she made a wish. She’d just touched the glass to her lips when the usual drone of silence was interrupted by a thump at her airlock door. Marisa jumped and nearly spilled her drink as she spun around to see what had happened. She’d been alone in the silent sphere for so long, with only the sound of the wind to keep her company, that the small noise really sent her heart racing. The entire time she’d been living in the sphere, she’d never had a visitor. In fact, she wasn’t allowed any because it would ruin the experiment of the affects of extreme isolation.
She hurried over, half worried, and half excited to find the most handsome older gentlemen she’d ever seen. He was very distinguished looking and wearing a white robe. He knocked on the inner door of the airlock, which was actually designed to minimize heat rather than air loss. As she paused, still not sure what to do, she watched him shiver at the unheated air. If she let him in, the experiment would be over, but she couldn’t very well leave him outside.
“Would you mind opening up, Marisa? It’s rather cold out here and I’m too old to be out in this temperature.” He patted his toned body, that of a sixty year old athlete, and noted the goose pimples forming. “Hurry?”
Marisa stared at the drink in her hand, now pretty sure her boss had spiked it with something. She knew the man was out to get her but this was going too far. There couldn’t possibly be a bare chested man in an ornate robe wondering around Antarctica. Besides the obvious poisoning, she thought about the sad wish she’d just made on the shooting star.
“Hey, you know what’s weird? I just wished to never spend another holiday alone!” she called to the man through the thick glass, explaining how ridiculous it was, then added, “And here you are. This…this can’t be a coincidence, can it?”
The man cast a glance behind him, as if he were looking for someone, and then looked back through the window. His tanned face was framed by a perfectly trimmed beard and a full head of grey hair. His chest was exposed where his robe was open, and she couldn’t help but notice how ripped he was.
Deciding to play along, she headed to the airlock switch. Even though this was breaking several rules of the study, she was feeling a bit tipsy and was pretty sure hallucinations didn’t count anyway.
“Fuck it!” she announced, pressing the button. Her hand flew to her mouth at the vulgar language she’d just used, because her mom had raised her better. Typically, she was a very well behaved and proper individual. She was just feeling a little spunky this New Year’s Eve. With an overly bright and welcoming smile, Marisa threw the lever to open the door, so that her hallucination could come in out of the freezing cold.
“Goodness me, but it’s cold out there!” the man announced as he stepped inside, his white linen loincloth doing little to keep him warm as he let the robe fall to the floor. He rubbed at his body briefly to warm himself then smiled at the woman. “Happy old year, Marisa,” he greeted her, offering her a hand and when she instinctively took it, he pulled her into a warm embrace. He kissed her deeply, his strong arms wrapped around her soothingly to caress her back with unexpectedly warm hands.
“I’m the old year, Twenty-Sixteen, but you can call me Sixteen for short,” he told her with a smile as he kissed her again. His lips pressed to hers, and his tongue probed into her mouth. He paused, pulling back to nod toward the air lock. “The new year, Seventeen, will be here soon, you know?”
Marisa tilted her head, not understanding what he said, but figuring that figments of her imagination didn’t need to make sense. However, this one sure did smell wonderful. She didn’t know what cologne he wore, but it was amazing. The matter at hand seemed much more important and she focused on his soft lips against hers. She’d always been attracted to older men, and besides, it was traditional to kiss someone on New Year’s Eve. She got to her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss and opening her mouth for his tongue. Her body was small against his large one, and she pressed her body against him, thrilled to be in someone’s arms again.
Another knock at the airlock had her eyes flying open, but she wasn’t willing to stop the kiss, and neither was the old man. He carefully walked them over, so that he could open it without stopping. His blue eyes twinkled at both Marisa and the new arrival as he caught her lip between his teeth.
A handsome young man close to her age stepped inside and closed the airlock behind him. A thrill ran through her at the sight of him, because he was pure perfection. His blond hair was long and thick, and his all over tan was very obvious given the thin “Happy New Year” sash and loincloth he wore. “Not a fit start to my year, Sixteen,” he commented as he stepped up to the pair and pressed his large body against Marisa’s back.
“Indeed not, but we’ll warm up quickly I’m sure,” Sixteen pointed out as he lowered the lab coat down Marisa’s shoulders.
“Hi,” she chirped, now speaking to her newest hallucination in a hope that he wouldn’t disappear.
“Mmmmm…well, hello,” he replied, brushing her hair aside and kissing her neck.
“Uh, am I hallucinating?” she asked, closing her eyes to savor the feeling of their bodies against hers.
Their hands were quick and sure as they removed her clothes and her breath grew heavier. Their kisses didn’t miss a beat on her neck, ears and lips while she briefly worried about how to write this up in her daily log. She was swiftly stripped naked and embraced between their muscled bodies, being crushed between them. Their hands running over her body brought a shiver of anticipation and she quickly recalled the erotic things she’d imagined in all of the kinky fantasies that she never imagined living out.
The young man’s grip was firm on her petite, firm body, and she could tell by the way he reverently stroked her that he highly approved. Her excitement grew feverish at the sensation of his very large cock rubbing against her ass, and she arched her back to feel it better.
She’d never been self conscious of her appearance and enjoyed sex on the two other occasions she’d had it. So, when she was quickly disrobed, it suited her just fine. “Oh, my goodness. Is this really going to happen?” she asked, her nails digging into the older mans shoulders as she stood completely naked between them.
Marisa groaned into Sixteen’s mouth as her tongue rolled over his, and she reached down to find his erection very promising under his loincloth. The palm of her small hand pressed into it hard and she moved it lower to feel his balls and then stroke behind them.
Much to her disappointment, they stopped and backed away from her, grinning from a few paces away.
“Yes, it’s really happening, Marisa. But, listen. We’re here for a reason,” pointed out the older man as he rested an elbow on the younger man’s shoulder.
“I know it!” Seventeen exclaimed. He couldn’t wait to get more of Marisa and started toward her. The older man cuffed him and he stopped with a yelp of surprise.
“Not that! Well, not just that,” Sixteen explained as he tugged the other man back by the hair and winked at her. “You’re too isolated, Marisa, even before this experiment. We’re here to show you just what you’re missing in the world.”
“Ever read Christmas Carol?” The young man asked, grinning playfully. “I’m the future and present, and he’s way past it.” He jumped as Sixteen tweaked his nipple and took over.
“Basically you shouldn’t be alone and divorced from humanity,” the bearded man announced, explaining exactly how she was too isolated.
“Okay, I’d love it if you’d show me what I’m missing,” Marisa said, knowing that she’d never have an opportunity like this again. Anything these two handsome men wanted to show her, she’d be happy to see.
Now that they’d got the talking out of the way, Marissa was suddenly a bit shy about what to do next. Her eyes went from one man to the other, then she glanced at the bed and blushed.
Seventeen removed both their loincloths with an easy tug. Their erect cocks stood proud as they took up position on either side of her body. She felt the heat coming off of them, instantly warming her body. She was already dripping and tingly between her legs.
They easily lifted her petite body, and her feet dangled as they pressed against her, smashing her between them. Marisa held onto the young man’s broad shoulders as they lowered her onto their cocks, gradually filling up both of her holes. They kissed her passionately as she was double penetrated, her breasts rubbing on Seventeen’s chest.
When they both entered her, Marisa felt almost painfully full and her gasping breath was a half scream that echoed throughout the sphere.
Sixteen’s cock stretched her virgin rectum, forcing into her painfully. She never had a feeling like it, and tensed as he drove in deeper. Soon she didn’t mind the pain, because his cock was rubbing new places inside her and nothing had ever felt so good in her life. In fact, it felt so good that she was in a mindless ecstasy. The friction of their cocks against the thin membrane dividing her ass and vaginal wall sent thrills of pleasure through her. It was mind blowing and she threw her head back to meet the older man’s shoulder behind her, reaching her arm back around his neck to hold on.
This book is also available in the X-Rated Holiday Bundle:
Our newest book, Season’s Beatings is was published just before Christmas. Wahoo!
Jane wasn’t looking forward to a lonely Christmas but a decorating accident had her waking at the North Pole. The muscular Viking called Nick wasn’t what she’d expected Santa to look like, but she had no complaints about his rough treatment of her body. As for him, a voluptuously curvy woman with an ass made for spanking and lips made for sucking was just what he needed before his big night.
“I know everyone’s name,” he laughed, a deep rumbling sound filled with good humor. “You mean you can’t guess where we are?” He slapped her full rear before passing over a steaming mug of hot chocolate, “Drink up. There’s a decent amount of brandy in it.”
He lifted a huge wooden tankard, draining it in one hearty swig then headed inside to work on a sleigh in the centre of the room. The orange glow of the braziers lit the ancient carvings on the wood frame, making them appear to move in the flickering light. Nick secured a huge leather sack in place behind the seat then fitted a harness studded with gold rivets and hung with dissonant bells. Eight empty loops dangled from the long shaft that ran down the centre of the harness, ready for the sleigh pullers. He hung a reindeer skin from each one, bundled up around some hard objects before he was finished.
Jane followed him in and closed the heavy door behind her, sipping the delicious chocolate. As he prepared his sleigh, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She was a huge fan of strong men with bulging muscles, and he definitely fell into that category…and then some. Sex was foremost in her mind, as usual, and she fought the urge to show him her breasts.
As she took it all in, she realized that somehow she was in the North Pole. That was ridiculous, but she decided to play along because she desperately wanted to be pressed against his naked body.
Once finished, he turned back to Jane, his grin even wider. “Well? Do I have an answer yet, and have you been naughty or nice?” He winked as he pulled her closer, both hands grabbing her ass hard, “Or both?”
A thrill of excitement rushed straight between her legs and she tried to focus on what he’d just asked. “Oh, I’ve been very good this year, Nick,” she lied, noticing the ‘Naughty’ and ‘Nice’ scrolls glowing on the enormous table beside them.
Brushing aside the fact that her name just might be near the top of the naughty list, she imagined him bending her over the sturdy table. With those tree stumps for legs, it would definitely be a good one for that. Heck, the thing probably wouldn’t scoot at all if the big guy rammed into her with all his strength.
Her arms went around his neck and she smiled up at him. “That’s a nice sturdy table you have there, Nick,” she said, giving it a bump with her hip and grinning when it went nowhere.
“You do know I’ve read the lists?” the man teased between kisses. “There’s no malice in you though, and I don’t do puritanical beliefs. You’re way up on the nice list. Let’s make sure of it, while you’re here!” He pulled a small present from his jerkin, passing it to Jane then stepping back.
Revealed was a small doll, curvy and nude apart from a set of minuscule harness that resembled the ones on the sleigh. Nick winked at Jane and drew her attention to the fact that her own clothing now matched the doll exactly, having shifted imperceptibly. The leather straps encircled her breasts and forced them to stand even prouder than usual, a small bell dangled by a loop of thread from each nipple, and the harness split in two at her crotch to leave her fully exposed. The big man stepped closer, catching her arms before she could move and securing them behind her back. “Now then, how do you want to ask me for another present?” he chuckled, opening his trousers to reveal an intimidating erection.
Read a longer excerpt here, and happy holidays!
E-Read Erotica Reviews: Deliciously pervy, wonderfully raw, and blatantly sexual. A delight of strange smelling and sticky foreign food, if foreign food was the pleasures of unknown sex. A mindless romp down the corners of some dark alley, where strange grunting noises are heard, screams echo out, and the smell repulses you yet attracts you in the same whiff. The danger draws you in. The disconnected and animistic nature where sex is the only thing that matters, the only human action in which we find meaning, and the only interaction between people that matters nowadays.
Word count: 7,800
I’m K.C. Cave and I’m pissed. Kobo, an e-book distributor you’ve probably never heard of, banned my pseudo-incest erotic short, Seeding the Brat. Why? Who the fuck knows? But I’m angry enough to share the joy of this funny, extremely graphic and loving short story. Subscribe to my newsletter before December 1 and I’ll send you a free download of Seeding the Brat.
That’s not all. I’ll also include my latest, WTF erotic short, Sex Machine. That’s in addition to my usual new-subscriber deal, a free download of the 12,000-word Making Michael Obey. That’s how pissed I am. I’m giving away 30,000 words of toe-curling, genre-busting erotica crammed with nonstop fucking, masturbation, voyeurism and sexual discovery. Click here to subscribe, and you’ll get the links in my December 1 newsletter. (Note: As always, I am deeply indebted to Boruma Publishing for its support–and for providing readers with a wide range of erotica, including titles you won’t find on Kobo and Amazon.)
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Banned on Kobo! Why? Who knows? Ebook distributors (including Amazon) go on mindless witch hunts against certain erotica categories. Now it’s pseudo-incest. Amazon buried it a long time ago; you buy it there, but you’ve got to search for it (or click here).
The blurb: Hannah was wealthy after her rich parents drowned on their swingers cruise. All the money in the world, though, couldn’t do anything about the brat’s raging hormones and her overwhelming urge to procreate. So the 18-year-old beauty set her sights on Angus, the recent college grad she grew up with and who was now the man of the house, the sprawling Victorian mansion where they were raised.
One problem: Hannah’s never gone all the way, unless you count the recent fumbling by high school football star Biff Baxter in the backseat of his ’68 GTO (he dropped the ball at goal to go, and Hannah had to take things into her own hands). That fiasco behind her, she learned a lot about the male of the species as she huddled in her secret hiding place and watched the well-endowed Angus pleasure himself in the most innovative ways. The sight, sounds and smells of him coming to climax after climax over the summer gave the brat an idea that would right a wrong (Angus was gypped out of his inheritance) and satisfy her lust. But for the plan to work, Hannah must convince Angus it was his idea to seed the brat. [brat, masturbation, MF erotica, explicit erotica, mutual masturbation, taboo erotica, humorous erotica, virgin]
E-Read Erotica Reviews: The book finds its voice early, and it feels like comfortable writing. You know it when you reads it, the writer just takes you on a sight-filled trip, doesn’t feel obligated to explain everything, and skips along in time over the most important points until it settles down for the main event. There’s enough detail in each to make you feel like you know each place and character, but not enough that you feel wallowed down in minutia. The sex scenes even stop when they serve their point. Oh my, a writer actually in control of the beast? Very nice work, patience, and control shown here. Give yourself a gold star.
I’ll also send you Sex Machine:
New in December: In Sex Machine, book 7 of Alison’s Erotic Adventures, our heroine’s reputation as a sexual athlete catches up to her: Alison is recruited to model for a high-tech sex robot! Her GF, Moriah, is the next sexual dynamo the geeks want to hook up to a bunch of sensors while she masturbates. One problem: She’s a gold star lesbian and a virgin. The computer model requires that she sleeps (ha!) with at least 4 men. What to do? I mean, it’s about advancing science and creating a mechanical sex surrogate to help sexually dysfunctional men. The solution? De-flower Moriah fast. Alison makes Moriah the main attraction dat a bachelor’s party. Problem solved! Word count: 7,800 Price: 2.99 (free if you subscribe to my newsletter before December 1).
And my usual new-subscriber deal:
The set-up: This 5-story value pack features mega-teaser Junie and her boyfriend Michael. She makes life miserable for him—seducing, spanking, licking and tormenting him all over the house just because he wants to loll her around on their new bed. It’s all loving fun in this 12,000-word set with explicit M/F sex, oral sex, spanking, masturbation, anal play, food desecration, and nonstop male humiliation.
E-Read Erotica Reviews: K.C. Cave is quickly becoming my favorite author for WTF kinky sex. This book is a very fun collection of kinky encounters between just two people, but wow, they slam home with intensity and sexual energy…. I enjoyed this a lot.
BDSM Book Reviews: …an enjoyable read with likable characters and sexy scenarios. The writing is both fluid and imaginative. The author makes it easy for readers to project themselves into the action and care about the outcome.
In Sex Machine, book 7 of Alison’s Erotic Adventures, our heroine’s reputation as a sexual athlete catches up to her: Alison is recruited to model for a high-tech sex robot! Her GF, Moriah, is the next sexual dynamo the geeks want to hook up to a bunch of sensors while she masturbates. One problem: She’s a gold star lesbian and a virgin. The computer model requires that she sleeps (ha!) with at least 4 men. What to do? I mean, it’s about advancing science and creating a mechanical sex surrogate to help sexually dysfunctional men. The solution? De-flower Moriah fast. Alison arranges to make her the main attraction at a bachelor’s party. Problem solved!
Thanks, as usual, to Moira Nelligar for the cover art. And to Jo O’Brien at Boruma for her guiding wisdom!
So, let’s start with the basics. You can call me Ryan Andrews, and the one thing you know about anyone beginning an introduction with “You can call me…” is that it’s not actually their name, but at least it’s a reasonable pen name with a gaming allusion. I am in my early thirties and British although the rest of the open book is left intentionally blank to avoid spoilers.
I write a variety of stories and characters, all of which have in common that there’s copious amounts of sex, bdsm (or at least the d portion) and in many of them an actual storyline. I found that I got sidetracked writing alone and it was remarkably easy to lose focus and track despite the best intentions and outlines so writing as a partnership works far better for me. Randi’s tastes compliment mine well and we found our writing styles matched on the first short story (longer stories to come in future if anyone’s interested as well as continuing the shorter ones). We seem to keep each other focussed and can keep the action moving rather than locking up as sometimes happens with me at least.
As for writing the range of characters, I find it surprisingly easy. Multiple ones at the same time might be an issue but switching from one to another just flows. It’s about figuring out what they want (barring the obvious motivation of sex) and letting them write their actions for me, kind of like having someone tell you what just happened rather than working it out yourself.
I’ll admit that I never figured I’d be a published author though, let alone this way, but you work to your strengths and I do have a fairly solid libido and vivid imagination. I can say this for writing, it’s never been boring and I’ve not failed to have fun with it. What more can you ask for really?
I love this series. It just doesn’t care if it goes all porny and nasty and it talks to us with a filthy mouth because that’s what I need right now. Not anything soft, not anything written with a feathered and eloquent pen, but something primal and nasty that shocks me and takes my mind to a darkly filthy place. Something gritty, dirty, urban and sexual which is covered with sweat and all sorts of unmentionable bodily fluids because fuck it, my care for a world which pretends to be an orderly and nice place has just run out.
And I ran out of fucks to give last week.
This book? This is what I need. It is deliciously random, promising to give us one thing and then doing a spin move on us and delivering something totally else that we never knew we wanted but enjoyed the fuck out of nonetheless. It starts in-media-res with sex, twists us around with setup and narrative, and then switches to the point-of-view of a non-sex character and gives us glimpses of the action instead of the fully-realized in-character scene that we have seen thousands of times before.
Go ahead and tease me, I like my dirty imagination filling in the gaps.
I don’t care about genre or if it’s supposed to be lesbian or put into some category. I don’t care. Just give me something nasty to take me away. This book delivers. It is short, and lacks a couple basic “what do they look like” sort of narrative pieces in the beginning, but if you are following the series I am sure those would seem redundant. Me? I am coming back in after a bunch of other books so I tend to appreciate the little “she tussled with her blond hair” sort of things that yes, I should know by now; but no, jumping back in I appreciate the unnecessary reminders of the basic 411’s every once and a while.
Wonderful cover too, colorful and sexy and well put together. So good I wanted to put this up twice.
And the writing is spot-on for how this should feel. It skips the boring parts, gets to the point, stays focused on the nasty close-ups, and then teases us by not showing some of the best parts. It is confidently nasty, but also playful in its approach and style. It doesn’t feel obligated to show the entire sex scene like the film was a terrible thing to waste and everything should be shown and put on the screen. As writers, sometimes we feel obligated to show everything, and write through a boring day just to give the reader a sense of completeness. Same with a sex scene, sex is all good, isn’t it? We wouldn’t dare cut out—boring, move on, next scene and go to the next part of the review. Once you understand you have the control as a writer, you will never write the same way again.
If the world was porn, this book is how life would be.
Sometimes I wish the world was porn, then fucking with each other would be entirely pleasureful instead of what we got now. So yes, this book is like a drink of strong whiskey with the burn to the throat and a shock to the system as it goes down, exactly what I needed on a day like this. Sometimes, as readers, we like the pain. We like to be numbed and drink in something looked down upon and spit upon. We like to have our world rocked, to get drunk with the forbidden, and to hold up our glass and say, “another round please.”
It’s our right.
This is our escape.
And I love how this makes me feel. Drunk with the possibilities of random and wanton sex. Fucking the norms and the rules. Spitting back at those who would call this trashy smut. Because it is, and it says it with a smile and a middle finger held up proud and high.
A book that makes me feel free again?
Pour me another.
Alison’s night of mindless lesbian lust with her girlfriend Moriah (in the same bar where she once “entertained” seven guys on a busted pool table) goes belly-up: Moriah’s plane is late, and Tommy (the old friend with benefits who played sheriff during her serial gangbang) walks in with four German auto execs. He had hired a mother/daughter duo of whores to entertain them on that pool table, but they’re no-shows. Alison, dressed in full-slut mode, owes him. She’ll help him close the deal of a lifetime—for a price. Alison doesn’t give it away free anymore. 
“Allie, fuck me. Please.”
Alison reattached the cuffs to Moriah’s wrists and pushed the ball gag into her mouth.
Stepping back, she surveyed the situation. Alison, at five eight and a hundred and thirty, outweighed Moriah by more than twenty-five pounds and was a full head taller.
Alison’s full breasts nearly burst out of the teddy, and she had firm, muscular legs and big shoulders like a swimmer. Moriah, petite and nearly flat-chested, wasn’t as curvy. But her ass was round and protruding, like a slim boy’s. The smaller woman was at just the right height.
Alison strapped on a harness and dildo, slathered the fake cock with lube, and stepped behind Moriah.
Moriah jutted her ass in anticipation, her breath coming in short bursts. Alison guided the silicone cock head down Moriah’s crack to her swollen pussy, and pushed. Moriah’s muffled squeal told her she was on target. She gripped Moriah’s hips with both hands as her cock slid inside. Alison fucked her slowly, watching the dildo disappear inside her girlfriend with each stroke. Moving her hands up to Moriah’s tiny breasts, she kneaded her straining nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
“When you get off the plane from Milwaukee Friday night, I won’t be there to meet you,” she whispered in Moriah’s ear. “Take a cab to Ric’s Show Bar on Eastern Boulevard. Make sure the driver lets you off at the door—it’s a shitty part of town.”
Alison’s thrusts picked up speed. Spit dribbled out of Moriah’s mouth and bubbles flared from the sides of the ball gag as Alison fucked her faster and harder.
“Me, I’m going to dress down-home, East-side slut. You know, like I’m two years out of high school, no job, a killer body, and the food stamps are running out. Plunging neckline, pushup bra, ass out, micro mini,” Alison said, her hips banging into Moriah’s ass. “You know what happened in that bar two years ago, Mo? I fucked seven guys on a busted pool table in the back room. This time”— Moriah came again, the explosion so hard that the ball gag popped out of her mouth—“I’m going to fuck you on that pool table.”
Alison slowed her thrusting. “But here’s the thing,” she said. “We’re going to act like we don’t know each other. You’re going to walk into that bar, a dyke wandering into the wrong place, not knowing anyone. You’ll go to the bar, but you won’t sit next to me. I’m going to size you up, lick my lips, and start fucking lubricating as I think of the fun we’re going to have. I’m gonna pick you up, baby, thrill you and seduce you at the bar while all these steelworkers and salesmen and forklift drivers watch us, their mouths watering over my tits and ass, their hands on their cocks. Then I’m going to waltz you to that back room and fuck your brains out.”
Moriah gasped, dope-brained and helpless. Her mouth and chin were covered with spittle, her ass and inner thighs slick with her juices. Alison took Moriah’s face in both hands and slowly, gently kissed and licked her, cleaning up the mess.
“It’s gonna be so hot,” Alison cooed. “Four days without you, baby, I’ll be so fucking horny. Will you be horny for me?”
Moriah’s eyes focused. “Fuck, Allie, where do you come up with this stuff?”
Alison unsnapped the wrist straps, and Moriah collapsed in her girlfriend’s arms.
“Allie, before I get on that plane, I’m gonna dress soft dyke, ripped khakis, maybe a Sit on My Face T-shirt and a hoodie. Flannel works, too. In Milwaukee, I’ll get a haircut. Short on the sides and back. Butch. The look will be tragically unstylish masculine,” Moriah said. Her face darkened: “What if my plane is late?”
“A slut in a bar full of horny steelworkers?”
Alison snorted. “I can handle it.”
“Oh, sure, you can handle it. Like that last time. Who was your fuck buddy who set it up? Jimmy?”
“He was there to protect you, right?”
“I’ll be okay.”
“Allie, if I find out you fucked a man there, I’ll kill you.”
“Then don’t be late.”
Boruma Publishers, I appreciate the many hours you’ve spent working with me these last few months. My partner, Ryan Andrews, and I had a few books banned from Amazon, and after all of that hard work and excitement, it’s quite a let down for a new author. When you get the books completely done and then they are censored…well, I didn’t even know that could happen, to be honest. I had no idea. I’ve ranted about that before though, so I won’t get all riled up again now. However, I am very grateful that I found you, because you helped me with many other things in addition to getting my books back on Amazon.
As it turned out, the books sell much better on other websites (besides Amazon) that I’d never heard of before.