Lusty Literacy

  Chapter 13: Double Trouble   Freya leaves me with a particularly bothersome erection, made worse for the fact that all of this oppressive lust is directed at her mischievous self. Fuck, I can still smell her delicious dick on my face. The first time ever that she seems to actually manage some degree of restrain during one of my blowjobs, and she goes and twists the whole thing about to make a mockery of me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I am not losing that load to Morgan. Sharing, well, that seems a given, because Mistress is on the warpath towards genuine self-affirmation, but I’ve done so much work. Craved the beautiful bronze-skinned blonde every waking moment of my days since we met, and now this? Teasing torment. And Jesus Christ, she’s so absurdly alluring when she acts like this. While Freya showers, I go seeking her sister. Cum on the brain, but that of a specific Venyabildt, as much as the gorgeous goth herself possesses a particularly pleasant flavour of peni...

Hey friends! Alas, I've managed to waste a day by ADHD hyper-focussing on absolutely nothing of value, and for the sake of my sanity, I'm going to just focus on my projects this week instead. Any leftover time will be put towards the two paid stories, so they'll definitely be out next week. To be real a moment: the medication is fantastic, but it's like an orbital laser. Target what you need to get done, and you'll do a superb job. But go an inch off-course, and everything falls apart. The tightrope of a strange brain, eh? But that's my wee rant concluded. Have a great day, all else is (thankfully) on-track! xoxox

Hey friends! Alas, last week became something of a mess, as I had leftover work to do and my concentration was whack for whatever reason. Hopefully this week is better on the latter front, though at least it's a fresh start on the former! I'm aiming to release the fourth and final parts of both "My Hot Futa Girlfriend... Is an Orc Punk" and "My Hung Futa Boss... Is a Horse-Girl MILF" this week, around Thursday onwards. There will be two free stories on Sunday, The New Girl's thirteenth chapter, and Mistress Amber's fourth chapter. Patrons will get one-week early access to Irina Blackwell's eighth chapter on Saturday. Have a great day! xoxox

Hey friends! Naturally, I cursed myself by hoping I'd resolved things, hahah! Alas, next week is a clean slate at least. "My Hung Futa Boss" stories involve a younger guy and an older futanari, are consensual, anywhere between futa-and-male to hard futa-on-male. This is very much turning into quite a hard futa-on-male story, lots of dirtiness! It's also a pain to write as I have a severe soft spot for horse-cocked futas, but that is my own burden to bear. Part three of this four-part series sees Marcus finding himself very much eager to continue his oral worship of the mature horse-woman, Sylvia Starling, despite the sheer dirtiness of being her cum-eating "mare." The truth of their trysts comes out, and Marcus chooses the much older futanari over a younger, more traditional woman. Another big suck session, and then a rough anal scene with a huge load of stallion seed inside of his human bum! You can find it on Smashwords  here . Amazon do not like horse coc...

  Chapter 6: All for Naught   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’s b...