Lusty Literacy

Hey friends! So, when my Amazon things end their KDP exclusivity I'm going to publish them on Smashwords as well, given that they tend to run low on page-reads and mostly make me money through sales anyhow. There will be the fourth part of "My Hung Futa Boss... Is a Horse-Girl MILF" this week as well (monster-girl futa MILFs hell yeah) but it is not this day! It was going to be the Sissy story, but unfortunately I didn't realise that Amazon has their KDP select set to auto-renew, so...that'll be November onwards! C'est la vie. Anyway, same thing as last time: "Submitting to..." stories are kind of Amazon-exclusive (though will eventually go wide) in that they're consensual submission futa-on-male stories. The protagonist is a regular guy, and gets into a situation with a dominant futa who ultimately expects his submission. That's the theme, with alterations in specifics. Part one of this four-parter serial sees our protagonist, Peter Hybeck, ...

Hey friends! Another late release, but alas. Last week was annoying, but next week all should be normal again. The first storyline I worked on, "My Hung Futa Boss" (or "My Hot Futa Boss, on Amazon, for all the good that did in un-adult filtering it), was unfortunately named. I like the idea of this dynamic enough that I'll do stories of this sort, going forwards, with "My Hung Futa Boss" being the meta-series header. They'll be younger guy, older futanari, consensual, anywhere between futa-and-male to hard futa-on-male. This current one probably leans closer towards the latter... Part one of this four-part series sees, Marcus Derrick, twenty-one, two months into his gap year in Wildenarth, the fantasy parallel world where monster-girls (yay!) are in abundance. But unfortunately, he's had no luck with the ladies, despite their apparent appetite for human men. The only lady he seems to get any interest from is his fifty-two-year-old horse-woman boss, ...

Hey friends! Delayed in announcing this due to a busy weekend, though it came out on Friday evening. "My Hot Futa Girlfriend..." stories are pretty much just an expansion of the "My Hot/Hung Futa X" (Amazon does not like the word "Hung", I gather) type. These are going to be futa-and-male, usually romantic in some form (though still smut, not romance), and fully consensual. In the first part of this four-part storyline, Steven Holmes is a twenty-nine-year-old dude at a music gig, and takes a fancy to the gorgeous orc guitar player, Gylvana, who by some stroke of luck he manages to end up speaking with after the fact. Steve is pretty unlucky with the ladies, and it turns out that Vana has her own difficulties with men - being a futanari - and the two end up banging! Gylvana gives Steve a blowjob, then he gives her a handjob, followed by riding his dick, followed by her taking his anal virginity! You can find it on Amazon here . Have a great day xoxox

  Chapter 11: A Family Outing   I’m not sure how much time passes. There’s something simply profound, about performing oral sex on a hung futanari. Something sensation that, weird as I find it to consider, eating pussy never quite managed to match. I don’t know if it’s that raw submission of it, the fact that the Venyabildts have bigger cocks than mine, the way they take subtle control, or perhaps even the fact that there’s something incredibly rewarding about receiving their healthy and voluminous ejaculate inside my mouth, some mark of a (blow)job well done, but whatever the source, I love it. And I particularly love sucking on Morgan. The dominant goth lays back in the comfort of her bed, idly playing her game while propped up against a collection of comfortable pillows. Her sharp nails click and clack against the plastic of the controller, and occasionally she’ll moan, but the vast bulk of all sounds originate from me. From her cocksucking slut. ‘Mhm. Mumph.’...

  Chapter 6: Starting a Family   The dread is palpable, a thing I can’t seem to push away. I chose this, didn’t I? I made a decision, and now I have to face the consequences. How could I be so fucking stupid as to think that Irina Blackwell, of all people, wouldn’t have some grand design in mind when she gave the choice to Maddie and I? ‘There’s nothing to worry over, honey,’ Irina says, patting my shoulder. ‘In the worst-case scenario, you’re just going to have to learn to enjoy my company. Would that really be so wrong?’ It might as well go in one ear and out the other, so difficult it is to process that notion. To consider this situation as anything other than an entirely hopeless failure of reasoning is to force myself to find the positives in a future whereby I, and Maddie, will inevitably succumb to Irina. Either that, or we hate our lives so badly that we throw them away. No more seventy-kay salary and likely the worst reference imaginable. For all of Irina’...