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"Hardship Troopers", an science fiction tale by Drake Collins!

I posted an excerpt for this nearly two years ago and recently completed it.

Here is some information about it:

Title: Hardship Troopers
Author: Drake Collins
Genre: Erotica/Science Fiction/Romance/Action/Adventure
Release Date: September 2013
Pages: 469
Price: $5.99

Synopsis:

In the 26th century, Cam Zyzerbachus is just a lowly office worker living aboard a massive space station orbiting a Super-Earth. More a bookish milquetoast than sexual crusader, his painfully dull routine is disrupted when a new, young female hire is brought into his department. His opposite in every way, the shaved-headed, tattooed ex-felon named Maximillia upends his world. His infatuation slowly peels away the mystery of this scarred beauty as he learns of her tortured past and is drawn into a journey of erotic self-discovery.

http://www.amazon.com/Hardship-Troo...=1377286689&sr=8-1&keywords=hardship+troopers




Excerpt:

http://www.literotica.com/s/hardship-troopers

FREE this weekend on Amazon: Dark Desires

Originally posted in part on Literotica.com!


I'm giving away a free story this weekend on Amazon, partially to reward my readers, long time and new for sticking with me! Included in this email is the first chapter of "Dark Desires" a story I penned for Literotica.com several years back but didn't finish until recently.

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Raven finds herself in the midst of needing something only two dominant men can show her. But can she realize that the power of their love is greater than her desire to remain alone? Only time will tell. But one thing's for sure. Hot sex will sway her judgment until she cannot handle anymore from both Romyn and Alex. Will Raven realize her darkest desire is actually what her heart wants?


CHAPTER ONE



Flowers had appeared regularly on her desk since she’d seen Romyn earlier in the week. Both he and Alex had signed the card but said nothing of it. The other employees, most of the men anyway, figured she was being rewarded for her high work standards and increased profits due to her efforts.

Yet Raven wasn’t stupid. She knew what this was. Looking at the last large bouquet on her desk made her want to scream. But she’d actually gone to the damn party to make the promised appearance, not to reminisce about the stupid flowers.

Crappy pop music played on the radio while her co-workers, some of whom were in the construction side of business, danced, talked or drank. The few other women present glared daggers at Raven from the corner.

Rumours circled that Romyn and Alex favoured her not only as an employee but for something else. The other women clearly had their panties up in a wad.

Fuck’em. It wasn’t her fault they didn’t care about their appearances or doing a decent job.

Leaning against her desk, Raven hung back in the crowd at the stupid office party. She detested how much of what went on would end up in a disaster of office gossip and nonsense the next day while she remained silent and unnoticed. The weird one who got the job done, Raven preformed her duties as a secretary better than anyone else could have imagined.

Yet, here she was. Her crappy, watered down drink only fuelled her anger. Her puissant pay check reminded her she worked too hard for too little.

Oh and let’s not forget she lived alone.

Her boss, Peter, approached her with a dopey grin on his face.

Raven groaned.

His fading hairline and bags under those grey eyes gave away his age. His white shirt irritated her too. Still she had to play nice. “Any chance you’re free and want to cut this party short?”

She kept her tone neutral. "Afraid not. Having too much fun here.”

He sighed and gave her that longing look most men his age did when they saw her.

She adjusted the navy blue blazer she wore to cover a pristine white shirt. Goddess she hated how she had to conform here. Even down to the blue skirt she wore, thigh highs and six inch heels, she looked like the others. It was a saving grace she was able to wear her garter belt with the stockings and the lacy bra to make her feel sexy. The thin scrap of lace barely covering her pussy completed the feeling.

She shrugged and knocked back her watered down scotch with a gasp. The alcohol tasted like shit because it was a cheap scotch, but it was alcohol. It would get her fucked up enough to forget going home to an empty existence.

Peter offered her one last kind smile but made his way back to the main area where most of her co-workers converged.

Running a hand through her midnight blue hair, she set her cup down and made her way towards the bartender. “Hit me again, jack.” She held out her glass. If she were buzzed, she could deal with this party a lot better and make her way home before Alex showed up.

The bartender gave her a cockeyed grin and poured another drink for her.

Narrowing her eyes, she leaned closer. She didn’t bother to hold her tongue. “Make it a double. I’m leaving after this. And don’t fucking water it down.”

He nodded and handed her a drink.

She ran a hand through her loose strands and let it fan out over her shoulders. She shouldn’t be here. Looking around at her co-workers annoyed her. Tina, the drunk who ran accounting was going through a nasty divorce. It showed; she'd been up to her eyeballs in scotch earlier. Now she danced on top of the table with a few of the department heads cheering her on.

Her expression looked dead, Raven decided.

And Mike, good old Irish Catholic Mike, stood in the corner lecturing some poor woman about the evils of the queer rights organizations. Dressed in a ratty t-shirt and black pants too tight for his fat ass, he ran a hand through his mullet and continued to ‘talk’ at the poor little sap stuck listening to him.

Every time he opened his mouth he proved his level of intelligence.

When he went on his gay bashing tirades, the desire to get fucked up the ass increased.

Raven snorted. “Fat bastard.” She sipped her drink, scanned the pathetic crowd she forced herself to see every day and then decided to leave. Slamming her scotch, she coughed from the burn of cheap liquor before setting her glass down. “I’m out.” She waved and slipped past a few desks into the hall where she bumped into a solid wall.

With an oomph, she turned around to see the wall wasn’t a wall but a wall of muscle.

Romyn stood with dark eyes and the dangerous smile he always wore. The smile made her shiver but she held her ground. Those lips caught every female within one hundred yards off guard.

Even Raven.

She swore no man would get the better of her but if any were worthy of trying, Romyn would hold that title.

“Hello,” he held her shoulders firmly in strong hands.

Long dark hair had been tied back and hung down over a fitted suit coat that emphasized a slender yet built body. Slacks hung off hips she felt certain were made of steel.

She remained paralyzed by the predatory stare in his icy blue eyes.

He raked his gaze over her and her cheeks flushed with heat.

Her panties grew damp. Damn him! “Romyn.” She gave him a curt nod and tried to manoeuvre around him.

Yet the sheer size of his body towering over hers made it seem impossible.

His lips curled upwards in a wicked grin. “Going somewhere? It’s not like you to leave a company party early.”

His deep rumbling voice made her want to shed the crappy corporate restraints she’d forced herself into daily and crawl all over his body until she’d taken her fill of his cock.

And then some.

Men like him were a danger to not only her libido but her heart as well. “I see you’re not with Alex.”

“No,” Romyn sighed, “I had to make an appearance at this droll charade and then I’m off to meet him downtown. You should join us.” He stepped back and held out his hand.

You know you want to. The thought whispered across her mind like silk across her lush body at night and reminded her of her toys, only naughtier.

She coughed. “I can’t. Afraid I’ve got a ton of work to do and,” she coughed again, “I think I’m coming down with something.”

“That something,” he nodded, “is office boredom. The staff is so bland I barely believe they’re allowed to work for Alex. But,” he sighed, gave a shrug of his shoulders and raked his eyes over her body once more, “so be it. I can’t control how he runs his company. However,” his mouth hung open, inviting a blatant offer for a kiss Raven knew she better not take, “there’s nothing wrong with you a great night out can’t fix.”

She blushed. That act alone reminded her why she hated being near Romyn or his equally attractive friend Alex. The two men weren’t just eye candy.

They were Lust Incarnate.

Her pussy clenched in anticipation of images now filling her mind. She turned away from Romyn, ever so slightly. Coughing again, she tried to fake a sneeze but nothing came out.

The depth of his voice added to arousal already building low in her body. He leaned forward, his mouth brushing lightly over her ear, “I think a better quality scotch would help your cold, Miss Raven.”

Suddenly she found herself being escorted down the hall towards the parking garage. Unable to stop herself, she let his long fingers caress her wrist. The pad of his thumb worked over her palms and sent signals racing towards her throbbing clit

Raven always prided herself on being the lone wolf in all matters, capable of making her own decisions and running her life as she chose.

But Romyn made it very difficult as always.

She blinked and in an instant found herself sliding into the passenger seat of his midnight blue BMW. The car screamed luxury and raw power, complete with soft as butter, black leather seats. Fresh rosemary and pine scents hung in the air but Raven picked up on the sweet smell of pipe tobacco and sandalwood.

She smoothed her dark skirt over her thighs and pressed her legs together in an attempt to alleviate pressure now buzzing about her pussy.

Romyn eased into the driver’s seat, keeping her gaze focused on those lean, long legs she’d seen a few times in shorts. He adjusted the seatbelt across his large frame and turned to meet her. Fire burned in those eyes.

She swallowed hard. In a quiet voice, she spoke, “Why can’t I say no to you?”

Romyn started the car and backed out of the space with ease. Facing forward, he pulled onto the freeway and sped towards downtown, leaving her question hanging in the air.

Frustrated, Raven kept her hands to herself the entire ride until they’d pulled into a parking lot packed with a variety of cars. “This place,” she mouthed.

“It’s not what you’d expect of me, is it?”

Turning to face him, she blinked. “No.”

“Good. I hate to repeat routines and meet expectations without surprising people.” The steady cantor of his voice made her realize he could read the phone book and bring her to orgasm repeatedly.

He was the male version of Oceania, famed audio sex goddess.

She wished she’d worn thicker panties. The deep blue thong she wore barely covered her sex and only seemed to irritate her more.

Her matching bra didn’t help, the lace rubbed across her puckered nipples, irritating her. If it weren’t for her black suit coat, she’d be showing Romyn and the world exactly how aroused she was.

She slid out of the car and spun around to find the parking lot filled with people forming a line towards the club. Bass driven music pounded from the entrance while dozens of kids and younger adults dressed in Goth clothing waited to be admitted.

She knew this place, frequented it regularly but had never seen Romyn here.

He left the car, hit a button and it locked.

Her door still hung open.

He came up behind her in a whisper, setting his hand on her so softly she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Glaring at him, she pursed her lips together in a thin line.

He stared back but the embers of lust never left those gorgeous eyes. “You’ll want to change out of your jacket and into this.” He held up a heavy, forest green cloak. It appeared to match her hair and the rest of her dress. “Or I have something else if you’d prefer to go a little more on the skimpy side. “

Snorting, she reached for the cloak. “You never answered my earlier question.”

He cocked his head briefly, then met her with those eyes and sensual mouth. “Oh yes, about how you cannot seem to deny me anything. I’m sure we’ll find the answer sometime this evening. Now come. Alex awaits us.”

Raven slipped on the cloak after shedding her jacket and tossing it over the seat in his car. With a gentle push, she shut the passenger door. Her high heels crunched along the gravel but she kept up with Romyn’s lengthy, confident stride until they passed the crowd. A few cries and complaints echoed in the background but Raven ignored them. Loud darkwave music blared inside and made her want to sway seductively to the slow beat that often mimicked sex.

But she would wait. Romyn had something up his sleeve, she knew it.

No man as powerful as Romyn did anything without thought.

A view of him against the streetlight emphasized the cut of his suit. She noticed he tied his hair back with a coloured ribbon, not a pony tail holder like normal.

What was his game tonight?

It didn’t matter.

His hand slid easily into hers. The difference in their hand sizes made her again feel small, vulnerable.

She hated that, yet wanted it more than anything right now.

Once inside, Romyn’s hand pressed against the small of her back added to the sensation of overwhelming darkness beginning to envelope her. Raven let him lead her to the bar, like she could stop him.

He turned, looked at her with a heated gaze and flared nostrils. “What would the pretty lady like to drink?”

Wriggling her eyebrows at him did nothing to distract the burning intensity of his gaze. His eyes made her ever so aware of the now soaked thin scrap of lace between her legs. “Didn’t you say I needed a better scotch,” she coughed, “to alleviate my cold?”

He chuckled. Turning to the bartender, he slapped down a large bill, whispered something in the guy’s ear and nodded.

The bartender grinned and obliged.

Fingers from seemingly nowhere ran through her hair.

Her nostrils flared and he relaxed into the press of those fingers at the base of her skull. They began massaging tension her, easing tension out of her until she’d nearly slumped back against Romyn’s body.

She took the scotch handed to her and brought it to her lips. Already, caramel and oak drifted upwards before she’d taken the first sip.

Then the scent of cigar, thick and heavy surrounded her.

Raven sipped her scotch and let the heat calm her nerves. She knew who stood behind her puffing a cigar. Alex.

“Good to see you,” Romyn turned Raven in his hand to face Alex.

The voice that responded rasped over her senses like raw silk. Even in the darkness, she saw the blonde man for what he was. His almost snow coloured hair fell down past his shoulders in a loose braid. Eyes were difficult to see but she swore he licked plump lips at the sight of her.

His gaze raked over her as though he were studying her. “Hello Raven. So glad you could join us.” His hand reached for her shoulder, pushing the cloak back to reveal the white shirt her nipples currently puckered against.

She raised her glass. “Last place I’d expect to see the owner of the company.” She looked him up and down, becoming envious of the shirt hugging his thin yet muscular form. Alex was all power in a small package.

Her eyes continued journeying down, past the large belt buckle keeping his leather kilt up. Black thigh high boots completed the look and gave him an almost Viking biker look added to his conquering gaze.

Heat flared between her thighs and liquid pooled faster.

Gods, she was soaked.

Standing between the two men towering over her somehow seemed to block out the rest of the club goers. “What would a man like either of you be doing here?”

They both took her by the shoulders and wordlessly escorted her past several tables and a huge stage where a cross hung on permanent display, complete with a crucified Jesus. People swayed to pulsing bass that reminded her of the throbbing little bud begging for attention from these two men.

Yet she couldn’t involve herself with either of them. One, she worked for them both. Two, just...no!

Raven feared what she would do to either of them if given a chance. She had a past of ruining men and sending them running scared for their lives.

She wasn’t violent, just very much a taker. Raven realized she would never be completely satisfied with one man, for he couldn’t give her enough of what she sought.

Unnamed, she easily drained that feeling out of most men in a matter of weeks.

Setting down in a booth against the corner of the stage, the two men flanked her. She took another sip of her scotch and let it soothe her racing nerves. What could they possibly want with her?

Romyn sat on her left, Alex on her right. Both men kept their eyes facing the outward dancing crowd but their hands remained on her.

It became difficult for her to breathe. Confined. “I need...”

Alex looked at her with a stare hot enough to make the liquid between her thighs creamier. “You should relax. You work so hard for my company and we just wish to show our appreciation.”

His voice rumbled low in her ear and made her skin itch.

She had to get out of these clothes. Smoothing the cloak behind her, she kept one hand on her drink and the other at the hem of her skirt. Perspiration dotted her forehead.

Eyes facing forward, she watched various people dressed in semi sheer to almost see through clothing, body parts hanging out with the obvious exceptions for men. A few women wore tops that let their breasts show way too easily.

Some women danced with other women as though in captivated lust filled love, others danced with complete abandon to a song that talked of love until death.

She licked her lips. Raven did like the female figure. But her appreciation ended in the bedroom. Love was for fools. This lesson she knew well.

The men flanking her seemed more interested in her body. Good, because she had no heart to give them.

Romyn’s fingers slid down her arm until his thumb reached the pulse in her wrist.

Alex’s hand somehow found its way onto her stocking clad thigh.

She squirmed and pressed her legs together. You could always say no.

She scoffed at the idea. Raven never turned down a good fuck, especially if the two men were as powerful and capable as Romyn and Alex. A part of her realized she needed to feed off the lust, let it build inside her and contain it until she could get another fix. If she was truly human, then she would emulate her favourite demon, the succubus.

Alex looked questioningly at her. “Something the matter, Raven?”

His voice pulled her from her thoughts. She took another sip of her scotch and shook her head. “Nothing I can’t fix.”

Yet she sat between these two men like she was the one up on the cross being ogled for sins she had yet to commit.

Romyn’s fingers continued circling her skin, sending shivers racing through her.

She shot him a glare.

He didn’t move from his pose, leaving his profile to her while working his hand over her flesh in such a simple gesture.

Normal women wouldn't be aroused.

Raven was far from normal, she remembered.

She was so not normal that she was sitting in a gothic dance club with her boss and his silent partner, letting them both paw her like a pet.

She rather liked being in this position. Perhaps she could have some fun at their expense.

Setting her glass down on the table, she took Alex’s hand and slid it higher up her thigh.

“You’re playing with fire,” his voice roughened against her ear.

Rough, calloused hands caressed her inner thigh. Drawing little circles over her skin, he slowly inched up her skirt.

She grinned. “You’re the one playing with things that burn, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Then burn me.” His tongue flicked along her outer ear while his voice sent another wave of ecstasy through her already heated skin.

The snap on the back of her skirt popped. She jerked against the hand remaining at the small of her back and heard the masculine laughter she would always recognize as Romyn’s.

Deep, male, thick with desire, his laughter affected all of those around him, but right now it managed to drown out the heavy beat of the music.

Romyn’s tongue swirled around her neck. Teeth sank into flesh.
She writhed against him, closing her eyes and mind to everything but the feel of Alex’s hands crawling up her thighs and Romyn’s lips pressed against her neck. “Does it get hiked up those lovely thighs, Raven? Or do you stand and let it fall to the floor?”

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The Picture Dare

Well I finally took the plunge! My first submission to the world of eBooks is alive!
Originally I posted a short story titled The Picture Game here on Lit where it languished for about four years with low views but a half-decent score. Doing a re-write with about triple the word count, plus a home grown cover image, I posted it to Smashwords under a new alt for distibution.

Thank you Lit (and thousands of viewers) for helping me improve and gain the courage to take this step. In keeping with the pricing model used here, this eBook is also free. Please take a gander at this and afterwords leaving a review would be wonderful.

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Linkage: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/356618
The Picture Dare
By D. Spencer
Long desc:

The reserved wife Katy doesn't want to lose a minor argument with her husband Dave, so she agrees to do his dare. Katy and Dave have a contest to see who can get the most pictures from strangers. Not just any pictures though, but risqué pictures taken out of sight of their spouse.
In the process, Katy pushes herself to do things she has never done before. She never thought that opening a few new doors in her life could be so exciting, and her husband benefits almost as much as she does. Their jealousy over each other's actions is tempered by the new side of her that is emerging.
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Thanks everyone!

CeasarBoobage said:

Well I finally took the plunge! My first submission to the world of eBooks is alive!
Originally I posted a short story titled The Picture Game here on Lit where it languished for about four years with low views but a half-decent score. Doing a re-write with about triple the word count, plus a home grown cover image, I posted it to Smashwords under a new alt for distibution.

Thank you Lit (and thousands of viewers) for helping me improve and gain the courage to take this step. In keeping with the pricing model used here, this eBook is also free. Please take a gander at this and afterwords leaving a review would be wonderful.

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Linkage: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/356618
The Picture Dare
By D. Spencer
Long desc:

The reserved wife Katy doesn't want to lose a minor argument with her husband Dave, so she agrees to do his dare. Katy and Dave have a contest to see who can get the most pictures from strangers. Not just any pictures though, but risqué pictures taken out of sight of their spouse.
In the process, Katy pushes herself to do things she has never done before. She never thought that opening a few new doors in her life could be so exciting, and her husband benefits almost as much as she does. Their jealousy over each other's actions is tempered by the new side of her that is emerging.
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Thanks everyone!

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Was going to PM you, but you seem to have refused to get them.

Congratulations on your book. I hope its the first of many.

Relaunched in an expanded version by BarbarianSpy on 21 September 2013, habu’s GM anthology on the fetish of GM double penetration, Doubled. Habu is a pen name for sr71plt.

BLURB:

For a seeker of stories featuring one of the most extreme gay male fetishes, double anal penetration, the hunt is often a frustrating one that requires extensive research for sometimes only tertiary satisfaction. That hunt is over. This anthology provides twenty-five stories by the prolific erotica author habu that each include at least one lesser or large scene of what you are looking for when you are in just “that” mood. These works run the gamut from being centered on men seeking that particular sexual coupling, like “Doubling Bets” and “The Exchange Students,” to excerpts of scenes including that sexual act from habu’s many previously published works. There is no need to search extensively for just a hint of a mention here and there—this anthology centers on this specific fetish, from the romantic to the exotic to the reluctant and dominated.

So, if you are so inclined, get comfortable, open up Doubled and prepare to double your pleasure. There is nowhere else you are going to find a collection as extensive and as focused on this particular theme.

This is a BarbarianSpy relaunch of the 2010 eXcessica anthology by the same name.

For habu’s double penetration stories written since 2010, see the follow-up anthology, Doubled Again, also available from BarbarianSpy in conjunction with this relaunch.


EXCERPT:

From the short story “Doubling Bets.”

I should have known that the sneaky Dutchman had all the angles figured when he suckered us into betting against a myth in the Men Only back room at Cowboy’s Bar in Bangkok’s Patpong district. He waited until the third revolution of the happy hour clock—when we were all soused and sluggish—and then entered with a boy-built Thai. I recognized the Thai immediately as a champion bantam-weight kick boxer from the arena over by Lumpini Park. Knowing the Thai, I figured he probably was a lot closer to thirty than he was to twenty, but he wasn’t much over five feet tall and was skinny as a rail. All corded sinew, though, and I’d seen him put opponents in the hospital over in the ring. He still had all of his facial features where they belonged and was quite well turned out in looks, so it was obvious he’d been able to defend himself successfully.

Those of us holding up the bar couldn’t isolate—even when we revisited the issue several days later—who exactly brought up the question of whether the myth that two guys could fuck another one in the ass simultaneously was fact or fiction. But it must have been the Dutchman. He must have had it all planned before he brought the Thai kick boxer into Cowboy’s.

It came down to the boys at the bar against the Dutchman. We all said it was a myth, and he asked us if we wanted to take up bets on that. Suckers that we were, we did. We even thought we’d put one over on him, when one of us had the presence of mind to stipulate that we could pick the cocks that would be buried and, that stipulated, took the time and effort to do some comparing and measuring. The Dutchman even let us check out the Thai’s hole on a surface inspection, and led us into doubling the stakes when we saw there was nothing especially slack about the Thai’s backdoor.

I came up second longest and thickest, so I was picked as one of the house champions. Dennis, a news agency journalist, who was a good fuck buddy of mine, got highest honors, which pleased me; we’d taken turns with each other as top and bottom, and I enjoyed either position with him.

After Dennis and I had stripped down, I was pleased to see that the Thai was showing that he thought this was all a good idea. He was all smiles and winks and lustful looks. It should have been another signal for us when he didn’t seem to mind what was going on—but for all we knew, he hadn’t been clued in on the plan at that point yet—or, indeed, just didn’t understand English very well. We cleared a space in the center of the room and someone found a cot mattress from somewhere in the depths of Cowboy’s back establishment, and we had our arena.

First Ebook Effort

Have decided to take a go at an ebook publication.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/359256

Would really appreciate any and all feedback.

Thank you for your consideration.

jack30341 said:

Have decided to take a go at an ebook publication.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/359256

Would really appreciate any and all feedback.

Thank you for your consideration.

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I read through the sample, it was pretty good. Sorry though, the genre isn't my thing, so I'm not going to buy it to read the rest. If the rest of the book is like the first 20% It should get a good response!

Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

Jack

Teaching Maya

Hello, I'm relatively new to writing in Lit (last couple of months - 9 chapters of a story published.) I too took the self-publishing plunge. My story is a BDSM romance story (male-dom, female-sub, heavy on the romance).

http://www.amazon.com/Teaching-Maya...?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1381201736&sr=1-1

On Literotica, it's called Awakening. There's 9 chapters posted. Link to most recent chapter:

http://www.literotica.com/s/awakening-ch-09

If you've read the story so far, I'd be incredibly grateful if either buy the story, or just even review it based on the bits you've read here... The story is ~45,000 words, so hopefully, you'll get your money's worth.

A GM monster and horror book for Halloween. On 12 October 2013 BarbarianSpy launched the GM horror anthology of the rise and visits to the earth of the sexually insatiable Schlange, Visits of the Schlange, by habu (a pen name of sr71plt).


BLURB:

On Sunday, April 28, 1793, the earth split Mount Serpente on the inland island of St. Silvus down the center, flinging the guardian White Furies into the heavens and releasing the black ship of the reptilian Schlange—the Snake—and its crew of satyrs, to sail out on the lava flow into the world in search of young, perfectly formed men to overpower and defile. The cream of manhood is needed by the Schlange to keep it rejuvenated. The searching White Furies quickly responded, forcing the monster to try to shoot the sea’s entrance into the larger hunting field of the greater ocean. For this purpose, as well as to satisfy its other appetites, the Schlange needed to capture and enslave the magnificent young A’zam, the navigator prince of the Ottoman Empire.

This was neither the first nor the last visit by the Schlange and his satyr assistants to the surface of the earth. The Schlange was there at the original beginning and is there today in the old sewers of New York City—or maybe lurking below the surface elsewhere. But the world is not prepared to recognize the existence of the Schlange and the monster’s threat to the cream of the world’s young men. Mankind down through the ages has found plausible explanations for the Schlange’s devastating appearances and, when these can’t be plausibly explained, has pushed any thought of them out beyond the realm of speculation and legend.

Some have remembered, though. Here and there have been preserved snippets of terrible, but bravely observed, reports of the reptilian green-scaled super human creature and his band of satyrs. As a call for the world to wake and arm, these testimonies are captured in this chronologically arranged anthology.

This is an expanded relaunch of the eXcessica novella, Bite of the Schlange.



EXCERPT:

Untold hours later Jacques barely heard the churning wheels of the black carriage that materialized out of the forest and stopped beside him, but he was aware of the sound of a command in an authoritative, rich voice and of the hooded, dark-clad liveryman who came down from the driver’s seat and gently lifted him up and placed him inside the carriage.

When the carriage was once more under way, the voice he had heard again emanated from the darkness of the bench on the other side of the carriage, and Jacques heard the rustling of a silky material. A hand, the arm covered in shiny black, emerged from the darkness. In the hand was a flagon.

“Here, son, drink this. It will soothe you. You look totally spent and in deep fever.” The voice was melodious and had a sing song quality to it.

Jacques took the flagon and drank greedily. It was some sort of rich red wine. Delicious to the taste. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“And bread. Eat a bit of bread.” Once more the hand had appeared from the darkness, offering him a fine, thinly crusted roll that would not have been out of place at the banquet table at Jacques’s chateau.

Jacque took the bread and tried to eat it slowly, in keeping with his noble training, but he was famished and it was delicious and he was quickly devouring it like a feral cat.

He would have thought that the bread and wine would give him strength, but they made him even more confused and weary than he had been before, and he found himself drifting off. But he didn’t really feel like he was sleeping. It was more like he was numb. No, not numb, because his senses were heightened. But distant and detached from him, as he felt he had little control over his arms and his legs.

The sound of rustling of material boomed through his brain, a heightened sound where it should be muted. And he felt the evening breeze caress his body, his naked body. But that wasn’t the only feeling. The palms and fingers of hands were also caressing his body. Dry, yet strong and sensuous hands moving across his skin, searching out and exploring every crevice and crease and curve of his body. He luxuriated in the touch. . . . The suckling at his breast turned to a salty taste in his mouth. Lips on his, a foreign tongue pushing his lips apart and exploring the inside of his mouth. The flicking of the tip of a tongue against his inner cheeks.

And the sense of smell heightened as well. The musky smell of desire. . . . The overreaching sound of rustling material changed to moaning. The moaning became louder in Jacques’s ears. He recognized that sound, the timbre of the moaning. It was his own. . . .

By habit Jacques reached out, felt a strong, heavily muscled belly . . . moved his hand across the navel and down. . . . Jacques began to take the measure of his lover’s cock, but this only added to his confusion. He kept moving his hand down the marble-hard shaft, but he couldn’t reach the glans. The shock of this filled him with adrenalin, and for a brief moment the haze of the drugs and weariness were pushed aside. He sat straight up from where he had been draped on what was now a bench pulled lengthwise around in the center of the carriage and saw, for the first time, who—or what—had been making love to him.

It was both a monster and a man that materialized out of the darkness of the carriage. It had a magnificent man’s physique of god-like proportions but in the dim light that shone into the moving carriage, its skin had a green, scaly tinge to it. It had a face that was flat and handsome and ugly all at the same time—nostrils but practically no nose. And as it reared back from the unexpected, if temporary rousing of its prey, its lipless mouth opened, and a red, forked tongue darted out. . .

With a fear-boosted burst of adrenalin, Jacques lunged for the carriage door. He had it open and was poised to jump into what was still a dense and close wall of trees when he felt something like an extraordinarily thick rope wind its way around his chest from below his armpits and pull him back into the carriage.

Office Sluts: The First Weeks

My first book, Office Sluts: The First Weeks is available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/307658

It's about young hot guys and girl working together at an international law firm. Plenty of sex, of course

The vol 2 is on the way!

Apparently Amazon is getting more finicky. I got this email from them about five stories I have offered.


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Hello,

During our review, we found that the following book(s) is in violation of our content guidelines (see list below for details):

Gina Seduces Daddy (ASIN: B00B1S1U36) - Title, description, cover image

Aunty Jo (ASIN: B00B666PLA) - Title, description, cover image

Mom's Strapon (ASIN: B00BFY4RJA) - Title, description, cover image

Eating Christine (ASIN: B00BNUWOF0) - description

Stephanie's Back Door (ASIN: B00D8O0YNI) - description

If you wish, you may make changes to your book (images, title, description, and interior content) to comply with the KDP Content Guidelines and re-submit it for publishing.

The family references are all step relationships or by marriage.

I posted a couple of times about this and Selena Kitt has been blogging about it all week.

amazon is no longer allowing any "family reference" in a title they claim they will allow step stories but you cannot use it in the title or even the description

They have removed key words as well so know what?

Game over you can no longer publish them unless you literally mislead about the content which will simply lead to a lot of returns.

I would love to know what is behind this because "pseudo incest" is pretty much the number one seller there in erotica

they stand to lose millions, but what really matter is they will get rid of all those embarrassing titles by us pesky indy authors.

But as always amazon will not simply announce this change, they just keep doing it underhanded as always.

Its time to start pushing readers away from amazon and to the other sites you post on.

lovecraft68 said:

I posted a couple of times about this and Selena Kitt has been blogging about it all week.

amazon is no longer allowing any "family reference" in a title they claim they will allow step stories but you cannot use it in the title or even the description

They have removed key words as well so know what?

Game over you can no longer publish them unless you literally mislead about the content which will simply lead to a lot of returns.

I would love to know what is behind this because "pseudo incest" is pretty much the number one seller there in erotica

they stand to lose millions, but what really matter is they will get rid of all those embarrassing titles by us pesky indy authors.

But as always amazon will not simply announce this change, they just keep doing it underhanded as always.

Its time to start pushing readers away from amazon and to the other sites you post on.

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I only have one other site, and that is Smashwords, unless you know some other place that wants to offer short stroke stories for sale.

None of the three covers they complain about would be more than PG. I guess they don't like the mention of family connection. One of them is about to step-sisters who find mom's/stepmom's strapon and use it on each other. Mom has no actual involvement in the story at all.

Apparently, what pisses them off on all five stories is the family connection, and I don't believe I can change that without completely rewriting the stories, which I don't want to do.

I wonder how the stories about my cute nieces got by.

Boxlicker101 said:

I only have one other site, and that is Smashwords, unless you know some other place that wants to offer short stroke stories for sale.

None of the three covers they complain about would be more than PG. I guess they don't like the mention of family connection. One of them is about to step-sisters who find mom's/stepmom's strapon and use it on each other. Mom has no actual involvement in the story at all.

Apparently, what pisses them off on all five stories is the family connection, and I don't believe I can change that without completely rewriting the stories, which I don't want to do.

I wonder how the stories about my cute nieces got by.

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Sign up at fiction4all. They have a new site called taboo reads that allow incest and step incest. Its new and unfortunately because they are still going through credit card providers and are afraid to use incest they call it "open minded erotica"

But the owner is trying to get set up with paypal and once he does he will advertise it better.

Sales are slow, but its another place to put your stuff.

Boxlicker101 said:

I only have one other site, and that is Smashwords, unless you know some other place that wants to offer short stroke stories for sale.

None of the three covers they complain about would be more than PG. I guess they don't like the mention of family connection. One of them is about to step-sisters who find mom's/stepmom's strapon and use it on each other. Mom has no actual involvement in the story at all.

Apparently, what pisses them off on all five stories is the family connection, and I don't believe I can change that without completely rewriting the stories, which I don't want to do.

I wonder how the stories about my cute nieces got by.

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Box, you don't have to rewrite the story, just the title and description that is listed. They really don't care about the image you used, other than the title. Change those and you can republish.

I'm going to place the old description on the bottom of the first page inside the book to alert those who don't want to read pseudo incest that this book is about that, before they buy.

lovecraft68 said:

Sign up at fiction4all. They have a new site called taboo reads that allow incest and step incest. Its new and unfortunately because they are still going through credit card providers and are afraid to use incest they call it "open minded erotica"

But the owner is trying to get set up with paypal and once he does he will advertise it better.

Sales are slow, but its another place to put your stuff.

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Just looked over that sight. They have gotten hooked up with paypal.

My first impression: most of the "new" titles were about interracial. Mostly black dominance of white wives. So interracial loving wives.

They do however have two other sites that deal strictly with short stories. One pays 80% royalties, which is a lot better than that paltry 35% over on Amazon, yet 100 sales at 35% would net you more than 10 sales at 80% if the price was $1.00.

I feel until fiction4all is better known, sales there will be flat, yet it is still income. *shrugs shoulders*

Zeb_Carter said:

Box, you don't have to rewrite the story, just the title and description that is listed. They really don't care about the image you used, other than the title. Change those and you can republish.

I'm going to place the old description on the bottom of the first page inside the book to alert those who don't want to read pseudo incest that this book is about that, before they buy.

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That's a good idea about the disclaimer inside the book.

as for cover, they do care. There can not only not be nudity, but thongs are no longer allowed, bare breasts even from the sides, bare asses male/female and you can have a man and woman, but they cannot be looking as if they are really "into it"

Whole thing is just ridiculous seeing they are the assholes who decided to never screen anything in the first place.

lovecraft68 said:

That's a good idea about the disclaimer inside the book.

as for cover, they do care. There can not only not be nudity, but thongs are no longer allowed, bare breasts even from the sides, bare asses male/female and you can have a man and woman, but they cannot be looking as if they are really "into it"

Whole thing is just ridiculous seeing they are the assholes who decided to never screen anything in the first place.

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Then they haven't gotten around to two of mine, both show bare breasts.

Zeb_Carter said:

Then they haven't gotten around to two of mine, both show bare breasts.

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So you know, what they did get to is that dog fucking book I started a thread about awhile back.

I'm not one to see anything censored, but if you're going to go after PI stories their asses best be chasing down bestiality

lovecraft68 said:

So you know, what they did get to is that dog fucking book I started a thread about awhile back.

I'm not one to see anything censored, but if you're going to go after PI stories their asses best be chasing down bestiality

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You better go after something that is illegal, if you going after something that isn't.

You know, I reported that guy, I bet that's whey they looked at my stuff.

Next time I use my other Amazon account.

Well, Amazon zapped four more of my stories. Two are about sex between a woman and her husband who is a werewolf and is in his wolf form. One is pseudo incest and one is spanking.

If they are going to be that chickenshit, I might not bother to make any changes, and just take my new business elsewhere.

“Then, beg me to get you back inside!” she said.
“Please Mistress, don’t leave me here, I’m begging you,” I said as I went down at her feet.
“Now, you understand me better – that’s how I felt when I begged you for marks in exams,” she said, smoking again. Then she yelled, “Go on!”
“Please,” I begged, “I will do what you say; I will always obey your orders.” I kissed her boots as I said these words. She was making an absolute fool of me. I continued this way until she finished smoking.

　　　
Matt Atkins is a boring algebra teacher by day and a foot fetishist by night. His favorite fantasy involves shoes, women, and humiliation. When three hot girls from his class beg him to "help" them pass his class, the teacher in him refuses, but a wine-induced mistake reveals his secret self to the girls and could potentially ruin his career. Now the girls are in control - what will Matt do next?



This is available at:

Amazon Usa : http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00F6YHACG
Amazon Uk : http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00F6YHACG

Boxlicker101 said:

Well, Amazon zapped four more of my stories. Two are about sex between a woman and her husband who is a werewolf and is in his wolf form.

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Hard to understand that since "dinosaur erotica" is all the rage right now and is being talked about on virtually every site that enjoys tittering at "weirdos"... is it just because dinosaurs are extinct and there's no danger of it really happening? Surely this is on Amazon's radar.

By the way, that bodes a bit ill for the serial I just started publishing. Hope it doesn't get yanked. If so, I suppose I could cut back the wolf stuff and re-publish. It's not a crucial part of the story in my case - in fact it barely features at all. But I wonder how they justify this stuff when "True Blood" is so popular. It's a pretty thin line between humping a human-shaped werewolf and humping a wolf-shaped one, especially if the wolf isn't fully animalistic (mentally or otherwise).

daniwilliams said:

Hard to understand that since "dinosaur erotica" is all the rage right now and is being talked about on virtually every site that enjoys tittering at "weirdos"... is it just because dinosaurs are extinct and there's no danger of it really happening? Surely this is on Amazon's radar.

By the way, that bodes a bit ill for the serial I just started publishing. Hope it doesn't get yanked. If so, I suppose I could cut back the wolf stuff and re-publish. It's not a crucial part of the story in my case - in fact it barely features at all. But I wonder how they justify this stuff when "True Blood" is so popular. It's a pretty thin line between humping a human-shaped werewolf and humping a wolf-shaped one, especially if the wolf isn't fully animalistic (mentally or otherwise).

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In the two stories, the werewolf is the conventional beast, except he loves his wife and the sex is between a young man with the tongue and cock and senses and sexual stamina of a young wolf and the emotions of a loving husband. It's not bestiality because it involves a mythical creature rather than a real animal, but it's otherwise just a dog and a woman.