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"Bosom Buddies" on kindle and in paperback

Self-published this a few months ago, I didn't even know about this thread:

http://www.amazon.com/Bosom-Buddies-ebook/dp/B00CAB1VTG/ref=pd_rhf_se_p_t_1_1Q57

What happens when the best friends you’ve ever had are also objects of your every carnal desire?

Ian was just another shy, nerdy high school senior—before a chance encounter led him to befriend five of the hottest girls in his class. But “friends” is all they’ll ever be, because these ladies are way out of Ian’s league.

Or are they?

As Ian’s relationship with the girls goes from purely platonic to mind-blowingly erotic, the possibility for true love enters the picture. With Graduation Day fast approaching, will Ian and his "bosom buddies" be able to sort things out before their high school experience comes crashing to an end? And can their friendship—or whatever it’s become—survive?

The e-book edition also contains a "Jump to the 'Steamy Bits'" feature, allowing readers to skip straight to any of their favorite sexual encounters in the text.
Print length: 312 pages
Kindle: $0.99
Paperback: $7.59
 
Amazon is getting even more puritan. :( I just got this message from them: 

Notification from Amazon KDP 

Kindle Direct Publishing
To Me

Today at 6:05 PM

Hello,

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

My Neighbors' Virgin Daughter (ASIN: B00BU8V3TS) - Title, Description, Cover Image

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.

There is no incest and I clearly say the woman involved is of age. The cover is a bit provocative, and the description is accurate because it is about fucking the girl next door in her ass in order to save her virginity. :confused:
 
I currently have four short stories for sale as ebooks on Amazon.com, and plan to write quite a few more.
I'm trying to make a living as a writer, so I'm pretty much game to write anything that I think might either sell or win prize money. Although on sites (like this one) where I'm not likely to make money in any case, I am practicing my trade with fan fiction. Sometime story ideas come to me that are set in an established setting with established characters, and since there's no way to sell those, I might as well give them away for free.
Left to my own devices, I tend to write male-on-female scenes, with a focus on trying to make the story as real as possible, given the content. If I write a scene between a man and a woman, I try to make the characters' personalities as much of the scene as their bodies, sometimes more so.
One of my pet peeves with erotica is stories where there's some decent scene building, and an interesting setup, but that gloss over the actual sex with a brief, "And then I fucked her!!" kind of description.
Another of my pet peeves is erotica where the writer's lack of experience and/or their lack of understanding of human anatomy are apparent. Not to mention a lack of basic spelling/grammar skills.
Accordingly, I try to focus more on sex than on buildup, to understand the subject matter as well as possible, and to keep my spelling and grammar up to the level where it's not going to be distracting to the reader.

My first published story was An Innocent Haircut, in which a young man has a sexual encounter with a female barber. This story was intended to be just a quick, one-scene story... and it turned into a 9,200 word one-scene story.
That was when I started to realize how many words I can crank out when I try to delve into deep details of a scene.

My second ebook short story, Moonheat, is about a couple on a camping trip that gets attacked by a werewolf.
That one ran over 13,000 words.

My third short story for the Kindle is The Magician's New Box, which takes place on-stage and back stage at a magician's performance. The main character is one of the Magician's lovely two assistants.

My most recent published story (as of this post) is Satisfied By A Stegosaurus, which is partly a mercenary attempt to jump on the recent dinosaur-porn bandwagon, and partly simply because I enjoy a challenge, and wanted to see if I could make something as absurd as dinosaur erotica actually work.
IMHO, I did in fact make it work, surprisingly well.

If anybody here ends up enjoying any of my Kindle work, I would greatly appreciate a review. Somehow, I'm not getting a lot of reviews so far.
 
Launched by BarbarianSpy on 22 October, a male-perspective bisexual ménage novella, Cruising Gigolo, by habu, a pen name of sr71plt.

A chapter of this e-book is posted for a free-read on Literotica, and can be found at http://www.literotica.com/s/spat-in-saint-john.


BLURB:

Sometimes it is a distinct advantage to look and sound like a young Denzel Washington, even though you are an Indian from Goa. Especially if you want to do well as a bisexual gigolo and dining room waiter aboard the Quincy Queen on a seven-day cruise along the New England coast.

Freddie—not his real name, but one easily remembered by passengers at tip time—has a pimp, his dining room section head-waiter, Alphonse, who has a talent for loading up the table assignments in their section with an assortment of passengers with various sexual needs and proclivities.

In this somewhat tongue-in-cheek, but highly sexually charged, collection of stories, Freddie exhibits his talent for both fulfilling those needs and earning a good keep while leaving each of the passengers, both male and female, better off than they were before boarding the Quincy Queen.


EXCERPT:

Freddie stood near the elevators at the base of the central atrium, the Centrum, of the Quincy Queen cruise liner. Here he could spy the more experienced sea cruise travelers as they started their explorations at the heart of the ship, after coming on board Sunday morning and afternoon. The Quincy Queen was off for a seven-day trip up the Maine coast, across to the Canadian Maritimes, and then back to Boston.

He was there to see the possibilities for the next seven days, but he also was there to be seen. His stark white short shorts showed off his bicycler’s legs well, the white, sleeveless T-shirt fit his well-muscled chest closely and emphasized his biceps. The stark white of both contrasted well with the rich coffee color of his skin, and the aviator sunglasses perched on his head were something he learned on a recent cruise were an attention getter. He was always learning on these cruises.

“You do something like wear aviator glasses on your head, and they’ll notice and their eyes will continue down and take the rest of it in,” a man more experienced in this than Freddie had told him.

And it was working. He had a beautiful smile that he could put a bit of mischief in, and he’d become adept at gauging the smiles he got in return as either just “Hi, how are you?” friendliness or “Wonder how you are in bed” speculation. He, of course, was honing in on the latter ones.
He was wearing thin-soled, open-toed sandals too. He had very nice long and plump toes. The same guy who had told him about the glasses told him that, strange as it might seem, some of the more adventuresome men and women focused in on the toes—and the size of the hands and fingers. His were indicative of what the man told him the more openly seeking ones were looking for—a nicely plump cock—so there was no reason for him to hide either.

He couldn’t stay long. Alphonse had told him to be up at the pool in a Speedo as early as possible and for as long as possible while they were docked in Boston and taking on passengers—and he had to start his official duties at 4:30. He couldn’t just not do the work the cruise line was paying he for well enough to keep the job. It was going to be a busy day.



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The Harvest: Taken by M.A. Church

Released by Storm Moon Press Oct 31, 2013 - The Harvest: Taken (Book 1). This is a M/M scifi/romance that was first posted here on Literotica a few years ago.

~As of Nov 2 The Harvest: Taken made Amazon Gay Romance Bestseller list.
~As of Nov 3 The Harvest: Taken made ARe Bestseller list.


Storm Moon: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/The-Harvest-Taken.aspx

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/pr...1889_39oduct-theharvesttaken-1334840-145.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Harvest-Taken-M-A-Church-ebook/dp/B00GCS4FCS/ref=zg_bs_301889_39



The media coined the expression ‘The Harvest’ for the times when the Tah’Narians would return to collect these young men. I was seventeen when the aliens first appeared, so my parents assumed I was safe. The final collection would be done before I turned twenty-three. I didn’t fall within the guidelines the aliens had established, so I thought I had nothing to fear.

I was wrong.

My name is Dale Michaels. A simple name, right? Nothing very memorable about it, that’s for sure. Or about me, either. I’m just a regular guy with average looks, a loving family who didn’t care I was gay, and good friends.

Just a guy.

Little did I know just how special I was to one Tah’Narian spaceship captain named Keyno Shou, or how he would change my life. *shakes head* Don’t think he swept me off my feet. He didn’t. What he did do was have me harvested below the agreed age limit, take me from my family, mutate my DNA so I could have kids, tell me I have a deadly disease, claim me as his mate, and destroy the life I knew.

I was not happy, to say the least. Pissed didn’t even cover what I felt. But what’s a guy to do on a spaceship orbiting Earth surrounded by a bunch of aliens with technology far more advanced than ours?

While I was still trying to figure out what to do or how to handle the attraction I have for Keyno, a bunch of men who were harvested revolted and tried to take over Keyno’s ship… and I got to see how deeply Keyno cared for me. I also met the person who staged the rebellion, the infamous gang leader, Colt 45.

And that's just the beginning of what's to come, lol. This is the start of my story; a story that’s action-packed, emotionally tough, and truly is the love of a lifetime.



Blurb:

In the year 2050, humanity finds out they are indeed not alone.

Massive space ships appear without warning above the capital cities of all major nations. The planet Tah'Nar is dying. Chemical warfare has reduced the once-intersexed warrior race to sterility. They need fresh DNA in order to reproduce and have an idea for a harvesting program... and so they turn to Earth.

Earth governments negotiate a lottery, and Dale Michael assumes he's safe since he's under the Harvest age limit. How wrong he is. He's illegally harvested and claimed by Tah'Narian starship captain Keyno Shou. From the moment Keyno sees Dale, he knows he must claim the spirited human male for his own. What he doesn’t expect is a spitfire with a mind of his own—and a deadly disease that will require a risky procedure to cure.



Excerpt:

Life changed for all of humanity in the year 2050 when the aliens first appeared. The name of their planet was Tah’Nar—and it was dying. Originally, the Tah’Narians were an intersexed warrior race. Chemical warfare had essentially rendered them sterile. Many scientists, from all over the world, eagerly volunteered their assistance to aid the alien race. The benefits to our own world hovered foremost in the mind of every government official present at the meeting.

The Tah’Narians required DNA for their harvesting program. Since we couldn’t duplicate their technology, those males who were to participate had to be transported to their world, which, of course, triggered all sorts of questions from people. If these aliens were so advanced, why couldn’t they extract the needed DNA? Why did humans have to be taken off-world? The story had more holes in it than Swiss cheese.

After about a week of this, a press release from our government stated that the two strands of DNA were too fragile to be frozen and transported through space. The release claimed that the nucleobases—the four molecules that form the genetic building blocks of DNA—would be damaged and might even disintegrate once the alien starships jumped to star drive, the method used to travel through time and space so quickly. People, however, could be protected in ways that extracted DNA couldn’t.

Agreements were reached with each government—and boy, didn’t that take a while—that these men would be returned to Earth once the program was completed. Here in the United States a lottery system was set up, and each young man between the ages of twenty-three and twenty-eight was assigned a number. Once a year, for the next five years, numbers would be drawn and a new set of one thousand men would be collected and escorted to holding centers.

Medical and psychological tests would be run on the subjects, and, if they passed the tests, they’d be transported to waiting spaceships. Other industrialized nations followed our example and set up their own lottery systems. Word soon leaked that only gay men were being targeted, but our government vehemently denied this accusation.

The media coined the expression ‘The Harvest’ for the times when the Tah’Narians would return to collect these young men.
 

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Made it into the top 200 Erotic authors on Amazon anyway

I have been writing erotic fiction for about a year now and I published my first eBooks on Amazon in July. I have seen a recent bump in sales and have made it into the top 200 Erotic authors on Amazon. I have written mostly hotwife fiction to date but I am planning to get into more upper-middle class suburban swinger stuff next.

My first novel:
http://www.amazon.com/Party-Like-Plutocrat-Lingerie-Parties-ebook/dp/B00GALG1QU/

My two short story collections:
http://www.amazon.com/Wives-Cheating-Husbands-Watching-Vol-1-ebook/dp/B00DW96OC4/
http://www.amazon.com/Wives-Cheating-Husbands-Watching-Vol-ebook/dp/B00FYZ4TUI/

My Tumblr blog:
http://specific-filth.tumblr.com/tagged/stories

I am always looking to get more positive reviews on Amazon. If you are into hotwife stuff, check out my blog. I will offer free eBooks to those who agree to post honest reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. PM me for more info.


Cheers,

Gustav Jorgenson
 
Released on 8 November 2013 by BarbarianSpy, a GM novel of nearly forty years of a Mediterranean male prostitute procurer’s life, Apyko: The Greek Pimp, by habu, a pen name of sr71plt.


BLURB:

Cosmo Eracules, as an eighteen-year-old orphaned refugee of the 1973 invasion of Cyprus by Turkey, is forced to take up male prostitution in Athens to survive. He is acquired by a wealthy patron who keeps him secret from his family and world and who dies while having sex with Cosmo on a yacht he has put in Cosmo’s name. Fearing arrest for his patron’s death, Cosmo and the crewman flee across the Mediterranean on the yacht, Cosmo’s only possession, which he will rename the Apykos, and use as his home and later as his base of operations.

In Beirut he barely avoids being taken by a white slaver for sale to Arab men in the Middle East.

Rather than shrinking from the concept of young male prostitutes being taken by white slavers to sell to wealthy men, though, Cosmo embraces it. He himself becomes a pimp of young men in bad straits willing to sell their bodies to recover their fortunes. Young men who Cosmo then seduces, debauches, and sells to rich men. He mines the high-stakes casinos from Macau to Monte Carlo to Morocco to Las Vegas over nearly forty years. In the latter years he is moving just a step or two ahead of law enforcement.

Will he manage to retire and get out of the business or will the sordid past he has drifted into catch up with him?


EXERPT:

Cosmo and Andreas were barely holding their own at the roulette table in the black-tie-required Cercle d’Or Room of Beirut’s Casino Du Liban. They needed to do more than hold their own, though. After three months’ sailing around the Mediterranean, they were short on their cash—or, rather, on the cash they’d found in Petropopolous’ safe in the main bedroom cabin of the yacht. They both had their passports, so countries weren’t denied them, but they thought it best to stay away from Greece for some time. The newspapers had termed Petropopolous’ disappearance a mystery, with a hint of sour and shady business dealings. There had been no hint that he kept two male prostitutes on a string or that he had a bad heart. . . .

Andreas was taking the brunt of Cosmo’s ire at the table because he had boasted how good he was at gambling and that increasing their stash was a sure thing by stopping in Beirut. The Lebanese Mediterranean port had the only casino in the Arab world in the 1970s and the only one on the eastern end of the Mediterranean where it was safe for the two friends to play. The Western end of the Mediterranean boasted many casinos in seaside cities, but they needed more money than they had to pay for the petrol to get there.

Looking worried, Andreas pushed away from the table. “I’ve got to go take a piss,” he said, “Be back in a few minutes. I’ll try to bring better luck back with me.”

“Maybe we should leave before you lose what money we have,” Cosmo muttered, barely holding in his anger. The dark-skinned, late-thirties Arab sitting across the roulette table from him, with two bodyguards standing behind him, gave Cosmo a sharp look. Cosmo noticed and looked away, not wanting anyone, especially another player, to see the tension between the two young Greeks.

It was too late, though.

“Your friend. He has just about lost all of your resources, hasn’t he?” The voice was British, but the look was definitely Arab. Rich Arab, though. The man was wearing traditional Arab garb, a white cotton robe, called a dishdasha, and a headdress, called a ghutra, but they were of fine material and elegantly cut. And his hands were well manicured, with rings on his fingers, any one of which would have solved the Greek friends’ solvency problems for a couple of years.

He had the face of a fox, which, while certainly handsome, exhibited a sense of superiority and cunning. His dark facial hair included a mustache and beard, but they were close cropped. He was on the thin side, but his chest pushed at the material of the dishdasha to indicate that he was well muscled in the pecs. In all, he looked spoiled and very well taken care of.

“We are doing fine,” Cosmo answered. He took a swig of his gin and tonic to feign nonchalance, but he immediately knew that was a mistake, because the Arab was hawkeyed enough to see the tremble in his hands.

“I am Jabir al-Shabat,” the man said in a manner that suggested that Cosmo should know who he was. Cosmo didn’t, but later he checked the name to find that he was a member of the ruling family of what was then the sheikdom of Kuwait.

When Cosmo didn’t respond fast enough, Al-Shabat said, “And you? You and your friend are Greeks, are you not?”

“My name is Cosmo. Cosmo Eracules,” Cosmo answered. “I am Greek Cypriot.”

“And your friend?”

“Andreas. He’s from mainland Greece.” Cosmo didn’t want to presume to pass on Andreas’ last name. . . .

“And you are lovers, no? . . .”

“I think I’ve had enough for the night,” Cosmo said, starting to rise from the table and looking around for Andreas, who wasn’t in sight yet. Cosmo became frightened as, with a gesture from the Arab, the two bodyguards moved around the table to stand behind him.

“Please don’t leave so quickly, Cosmo Eracules,” the Arab said in a smooth, very-much-in-control voice. “I sense that you two are adventurers and are in need of a great deal of support to be able to continue your adventures. And I sense that you both will go with a man for a price. I fancy your friend, Andreas, and I can offer you a very large price for him.”



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Amazon just kicked off four more of my stories. If they're going to be that chicken shit, I think I'll stop sending them stuff. I wonder how long it'll take to throw out the other eighty or so stories I have listed with them.

Hello,

We’re contacting you regarding the following book(s) that you submitted for sale in our Kindle Store:

Stephanie Comes of Age 4224366
Stephanie's Back Door 4224390
Jo 4223567
Strapon! 4221248


During our review process, we found that your book contains content that is in violation of our content guidelines. Our content guidelines apply to the book interior, as well as cover image, title and/or product descriptions. As a result, we will not be offering this book for sale.

Our content guidelines are published on the Kindle Direct Publishing website. To learn more, please see: https://kdp.amazon.com/self-publishing/help?topicId=A1KT4ANX0RL55I

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Thank you.
Amazon.com
 
Although I have been reading Literotica for years, I have just recently started writing erotica. I have been enjoying myself and write stories when I can.

I just self published on Amazon -Piercing Party Diva

It has many different scenes from Podophila and Anal to Chastity and well- you guessed it- piercings. I had a lot of fun writing it and I am working hard to write more.


:cattail:
 
On 23 November 2013, BarbarianSpy launched, Doubled Again, a second habu (a pen name for sr71plt) anthology of short stories centered on the gay male fetish of double penetration.


BLURB

One of the rarer niche fetishes to find in gay male erotica stories is the act of double penetration (DP), two men inside another man at the same time. The fetish is one that frequently is included in the writing of habu, if only as a minor element of a story. In Doubled Again, coming three years after the initial launch of his successful and recently reissued Doubled anthology, habu provides a collection of his most recent writings that include gay male DP scenes

Combined in this twenty-four story anthology, with forty-eight double penetration scenes, are new, never-before-published stories focusing directly on DP sex, including “Bangkok Defection,” “Club Doblar,” “Handed On,” and “Horrid Bliss.” Habu has also ferreted out DP scenes from his longer marketplace e-books for your focused enjoyment. These includes scenes from his “Death in . . .” books, featuring a willing DP participant, promiscuous detective Clint Folsom. Scenes are also included from the novellas Gotta Keep Trying, Gilded Cage, Brambleton, and The Indian Prince. The remaining short stories provided are ones where, typically, the sensuality of the story climaxes in a double penetration scene.

If this is one of your fetishes in gay male stories, you need not dig for it yourself. Habu has provided yet another meaty DP collection for your reading pleasure.


EXCERPT

Excerpt from the short story “Club Doblar”

We rolled into a derelict part of Watts, much of which was still showing signs of having been burnt out in race riots. I was nervous, but Grady didn't seem to be, so I tried to show I wasn't. The block the limo stopped at the curb in was deserted and lined with litter. The vehicle had come to a stop in front of a one-story, windowless building hunkered between a sleazy-looking liquor store and a parking lot. The only hint of activity was a blinking sign over the door of a half basement walk down that read “Club Doblar” in green neon lights, with the light out on the “B” . . .

The light inside the room—some sort of meet and greet room—we entered from the door to the street was dim, the furnishings something out of a 1950s burlesque house—the clientele sitting or standing around and looking at each other was a mixed bag of young and middle-aged; hulky, pudgy, and skinny; and white, black, Oriental, and Hispanic. What they all were, however, was that they all were very, very male. Some standing in pairs and whispering to each other. Others, younger guys, moving around the room, trying to look wanted. And they all were cruising with their eyes. I felt all eyes on Grady and me as we were led from the room into a club room and guided to a table near a small stage with a curtain in back of it. The table faced the stage but on the other sides it was surrounded by six-foot-high screens. All of the other tables running up a couple of tiers toward the back of the room on either side of the area were similarly screened from the sides and backs. Near tot al privacy from the rest of the room.

There already were two men sitting at the table, across from each other, with empty chairs between them. The waiter pulled one of the chairs between the men out from the table, the chair directly facing the stage, and motioned for me to sit, which I did. Grady took the chair across from me, his back to the stage. The two men on either side of me were sitting very close to me.

He greeted the two men, letting me know that he knew them—that these were the men he was signing the deal with. . . . I took a look at them, in turn, trying not to be too obvious with my curiosity. But as both were grinning at me when I turned my face to them, this seemed not to be an issue.

“These are the Smith brothers, Jeff,” Grade said. “Bill and John.” He’d already told me that he wouldn’t be using their real names, so I didn’t snigger. They certainly didn’t look like brothers. . . .

We only had a few minutes for chit chat until the lights went down even lower than they had been in the hall before—except for the spots on the curtain—and then the curtain drew back and I gasped in shock and surprise—and rising understanding.

A young white guy was lying on a chaise lounge on the stage—completely naked. And as my eyes focused, I saw that there was a naked black guy under him, . . . . . . ., and another naked black guy saddled up over his spread legs, and the audience was getting a clear shot—to the accompaniment of bump and grind music, of a dance of double penetration by the black guys in the white guy’s ass.

This was that kind of club. I should have thought something about it. The men in the first room we entered did seem to be in pairs and were ogling single men and whispering to each other. And here, in this room, as we were escorted down the tiers to our table, I should have noticed that the men all were in threes—and some sitting nearly—perhaps directly—on top of each other.



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Just had my first ebook published!

Hope those who take the time to look ... enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
 
Launched by BarabrianSpy on 1 December 2013, a GM anthology on American West themes and locations, Tails in the West, by habu (a pen name of sr71plt).


BLURB:

With Tails in the West, habu’s series of gay male “Tails” anthologies moves to the area encompassing what is thought of as the Old West of the United States. Although the traditional American West is broader than this, the twenty-one stories in this collection are set in a north-to-south band of U.S. states stretching down from Idaho and Wyoming (with an eastern jaunt into Nebraska), down through Utah and Colorado (with an eastern jaunt into Kansas), to Nevada, Arizona, and New Mexico. The characters in these stories predominantly are cowboys, or the modern equivalent, and the themes center on male-male relationships. Although the stories are presented in alphabetical order by title, they fall into two categories: The Old West of the traditional cowboy in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries and the West of the modern day.

A theme running through many of the stories is the concept of the male brothel, often set at a ranch or a town saloon. The reader will find both Old West and current West stories including these settings. These arise from a phenomenon of the Old West that has continued to today. There weren’t many women in the Old West, particularly on the range where cowboys worked. It was a lonely life, though, and one where fit and sexually prime men found only other men around to satisfy their natural needs. Therefore the homosexual lifestyle, although always kept below the surface, was not unknown. Male brothel ranches can be found throughout this region even today if one knows where to look for them. Habu has conjured up some to entertain you with in his stories.


EXCERPT

From the short story “3-Shot Jealousy”

“Comin’ or going to the cattle yards in Omaha?” Skinner asked. He liked to know who was using his male bordello. It was getting so that folks couldn’t do what they damn well pleased on the banks of the Platte anymore. Getting too civilized for him in Nebraska of late. People were starting to look around. . . .

“Goin’,” Jess answered. But then he tightened up. . . .

Skinner could have shot himself. The man’s money was good and he never caused trouble when he was in here. And he was a good looker—something for the other men to look at and dream about while they were waiting for their turn upstairs. And that he took cock—which all knew as soon as he asked for Ned—rather than was looking for male pussy like nearly all the rest in here, made him good business interest while men waited. Skinner had half a notion to make an offer to him that he take up some of Ned’s slack tonight, and then he’d be getting what he wanted for nothing.

“No, no. Nothin’ to it. It’s just getting’ late and we need to push off early in the morning.”

“Catch you when you’re coming back through in a week or so?”

“Yeah, maybe. Yeah, sure. I’ll try not to make it a Friday night.”

“That’a be good. Ned’s off Sundays and Mondays.”

“Good to know, thanks.” Jess pulled his hat down over his eyes and headed for the door. The barkeep had mentioned Ned in a pretty loud voice and it had started a buzz again in the room. Anybody talking about Ned knew that he gave cock; he didn’t take it. The mention of his name in relationship to this good-looking, nicely dressed, blond guy with a good body caused many in the room to start sniffing the air. They all were waiting longer than usual for their turn upstairs on a Friday night.

One guy, standing at the other end of the bar from where Skinner and Jess were talking, had been listening in for some time. He was taller and more muscular than Jess was. He was maybe ten years younger and several rungs down the economic scale from Jess. His drinks were being husbanded. He’d barely come in with enough money for his turn up the stairs. His clothes, a plaid shirt and jeans, with cowboy boots, were worn and a bit tight on his muscular body. This only accentuated how muscular he was, though. At closer to seven feet than six feet tall, he towered over Jess. His hands and feet were huge. The hands were calloused from hard work—probably in the fields rather than on a ranch. He was dark and swarthy, but also sultry in a sensual way.
When Skinner had looked at him and assessed him, his first thought was to wonder why he was in here at all. He didn’t look like he could spare the money, but he also looked like he didn’t need to come in here at all—that he could get poontang of whatever variety he wanted just by walking down the center of the street. Although maybe, from the bulge at his crotch, he scared some men off.

As Jess walked out of the barroom, Skinner started to move down the bar, thinking it was time to push another drink on the tall, dark stranger. But the man was tipping his hat, pushing his glass away from him, and turned to leave in Jess’ wake.

Jess was starting to unhitch his horse at the rail, when he heard the voice, a low, smooth bass.

“Hold up a minute.”

He turned to see a tall, muscular, dark-haired man walking across the porch toward him. He shivered at the sensual look of the man—the hugeness of him. His eyes focused on the man’s crotch. It might not have done so if he hadn’t been thinking all day on the hot and dusty trail about his planned session with Ned tonight. But he was keyed up, and disappointed he wasn’t going to be getting his rocks off from Ned fucking him.

“Yes?” he said, realizing that his voice was wavering a bit.

“You wanted Ned in there. Did I hear right?”

“Yes. So?”

“So, I got tired of waitin’ too. Seems we could both get off without the wait or either of us spendin’ the money.


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I just started a 5-day free giveaway for my Kindle short story (10,000 words) Satisfied By A Stegosaurus.

I can use reviews, so even if you're not actually into dinosaur-on-girl sex,* I'd appreciate it if you give this one a read anyway, and post a review if you like it.


*And I find it hard to believe that many people DO have this as an actual fetish. I just thought the concept was funny and challenging, and gave the genre my best shot. :D
 
RichardBacula said:
I just started a 5-day free giveaway for my Kindle short story (10,000 words) Satisfied By A Stegosaurus.

I can use reviews, so even if you're not actually into dinosaur-on-girl sex,* I'd appreciate it if you give this one a read anyway, and post a review if you like it.


*And I find it hard to believe that many people DO have this as an actual fetish. I just thought the concept was funny and challenging, and gave the genre my best shot. :D
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Good Job on the non pornographic cover and vague description.

Amazon has been cracking down on "monster porn" as well as PI and this is a good example of what they want, non lurid wrapping and the content can be whatever you want.

As for the fetish I am honestly surprised that it exists. I mentioned it to the wife who shrugged and said, Dinosaurs had very tiny brains so its not much different from being with a guy":rolleyes:
 
lovecraft68 said:
Good Job on the non pornographic cover and vague description.

Amazon has been cracking down on "monster porn" as well as PI and this is a good example of what they want, non lurid wrapping and the content can be whatever you want.
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Excellent!

The cover is just a take-off of the covers of the original books that started this thing, "Taken By A T-Rex" and such.

As for the fetish I am honestly surprised that it exists. I mentioned it to the wife who shrugged and said, Dinosaurs had very tiny brains so its not much different from being with a guy":rolleyes:
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The writing duo that seem to have started the genre apparently spun it off from the "Dragon Sex" genre. If that helps it make any sense. :)

As somebody who is not particularly turned on by dinosaurs, I wrote the story to have a broader appeal than just people with a dino or dragon fetish.
I wrote it as an experiment, expecting the result to be something more absurd than arousing, but somehow the story turned out quite well, I think.

If you download a copy while it's free, I'd be happy for feedback! :D
 
Sr71plt’s GM Literotica Winter Holidays contest story, “Snowy, Snowy, Nights,” was launched in the marketplace by BarbarianSpy under the author name of habu on 19 November 2013 and rose to top best-seller in category at Allromanceebooks.com and top 50 best-seller in category at Amazon.com. It’s here as a free read for Litsters.


BLURB:

A Christmas special for lovers of gay Erotica and Romance from habu and BarbarianSpy

Upon retreating to his mountain cabin in the Colorado Rockies in the late nineteenth century for the third Christmas since losing his lover, Seth, cattle rancher Jeremiah Carlin wakes in his austere cabin to snowfall and the discovery of a young man, Bran Niederman, huddled in his barn.

All Jeremiah wanted to do for Christmas was to be alone to mourn his lost lover. But the presence of Bran, who Jeremiah has already encountered in a male brothel in the town of Hayden, sorely tests his resolve to ignore his needs.

The situation is exacerbated as the cabin becomes snowbound and Jeremiah discovers that Bran is fleeing from his life in Hayden and is being pursued by the dangerous and powerful rancher and brothel owner, Warren Savage.

{Rancher Warren Savage and the brothel in Hayden also feature in Dirk Hessian’s historical gay drama “Fire Down the Valley”, about the battle between ranchers and farmers in Colorado.)


EXCERPT:

It was well after his dinner of beans, fatback, and coffee that it hit Jeremiah where he’d seen Bran before—in Hayden’s saloon. In the room where he’d fucked that sweet young piece substituting for Sam. If the guy was in that room . . . He sure was a sweet young piece himself. In some ways he reminded Jeremiah of Seth.

He went to bed and tossed and turned. The longer he thought about Seth and the young man out in the barn, the more aroused he got.
It was snowing harder in the night as he left the cabin and walked toward the barn.

The young man was bundled up in the third stall, shaking a bit because it was cold out here without the benefit of a fire. He wasn’t asleep though. Jeremiah kicked his boots.

“I have seen you before, haven’t I? In the Hayden saloon.”

“Maybe yes,” Bran answered in a small voice. He too hadn’t slept, more because of being aroused by what he’d seen this man doing to Caleb than because of the cold.

“You one of Levi Yost’s boys?”

Bran hesitated, but yes, over the past couple of days he had definitely become one of Levi Yost’s boys—and a favorite of the customers, who were always pleased with fresh meat and who were showing up at the saloon in droves now, probably at least partly because of the Christmas spirit Bran had introduced by suggesting they put up a tree.

“Yes,” he said.

“Well, we can work out your sheltering and some grub for breakfast in an barter exchange unless you’re not willing.”

Bran was willing.



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My short story Moonheat is FREE to download until December 27, 2013!

Blurb:
Chris and Amy's romantic getaway to the deep forests is interrupted by a werewolf attack.

Warning: This 13,300+ word story contains very explicit sex, and should not be read by anybody under eighteen years of age.

Excerpt:
Chris knew that he was going to die, that this beast was going to kill him. He knew that it wasn’t a matter of if he could survive, but only of how long he might survive if the creature played with him. His brain was stunned- reeling with the revelation that such a creature could actually exist in the real world, revolted by the shattering of everything that he knew about reality. Chris did the bravest thing that he could, the only thing. He tilted his head back, and he bared his throat to the beast.
Eyes kept tightly closed, he spoke. “Do it. Make it quick, just do it. Get this over with.”
But the beast wasn’t going for his throat. He could feel the heat of its body, feel its warm breath as it sniffed and snuffed the air, feel that breath moving across his bare chest, and down his belly. Then he could feel its muzzle on his crotch, huge carnivorous teeth separated from his flesh by only the thin layers of clothing covering his lower half. It sniffed at him, inhaling deeply. He could feel air moving through his jeans as it inhaled, those nostrils taking in his scent and analyzing it.
The creature pulled back, lifted one clawed hand and brought that clawed hand down toward his waist. Chris shivered in fear, but held still. Was it going to disembowel him? He didn’t want to die that way, bleeding to death and screaming as this creature feasted on his internal organs. He didn’t want to die at all.
The clawed fingers curled in, the claws slipping under the waistband of his pants. Then the powerful arm was suddenly moving, raking forward, ripping down the length of his jeans. If he’d been hanging to the left that night, he’d have been emasculated. As it was, the claws barely scratched his flesh. He was left intact, but his clothing, his last layer of protection was ripped asunder. Similar motions were made on the other side, with the other hand, then the creature tossed Chris’s shredded clothing aside, leaving him completely naked, defenseless.
Chris found himself looking into the eyes of the beast. They were inhuman, but there was something human about them. They didn’t seem to be entirely wolf-like, he thought. There seemed to be an intelligence trapped somewhere in there, a human intelligence. The creature made a noise, a whimper of desperate need. Of hunger?
The the creature returned its snout, her snout, to Chris’s crotch. Again, it sniffed, inhaling deeply. His pubic hair moved in the breeze created by her intake of breath. She opened her mouth, astonishingly large teeth showing everywhere. She moved her head forward, and a tongue the size of Chris’s forearm suddenly gave him a long, intimate lick. The tongue started low, the tip stroking the flesh between his anus and his testicles, then licked upward, running up the underside of his balls and the length of his penis in one movement, coating his skin with thick, warm saliva. Then the werewolf looked him right in the eyes, and did it again.
 
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My new Novella - Yesterday's Dream - is now available at:

Smashwords: Yesterday's Dream
Amazon: Yesterday's Dream

Michael Wallace sat contemplating what he had just read. It was an ad in the local news paper classified section. The ad read, "If you could go back in time with everything you know now, would you?" There was a number to call. Mike contemplated that ad for three days. Then he dialed that number.

So, if you were offered the chance for a do over, would you take it?

Yesterday's Dream

Lying on the table in the middle of the room, Michael Wallace, was getting ready to have the adventure of his life. Mike, as he preferred, was sixty-four years old and had answered a strange ad in the paper. The year was two-thousand-fourteen. The ad read, “If you could go back in time with what you know now, would you?” Mike thought about it for three days before he dialed the phone. Before he knew it, they gave him an address and he was driving there. For three weeks he went through a rigorous medical and psychological exam. Then he was lectured on what he would experience.

They planned to send him back to some time in the sixties. He was pleased, he remembered them as good years to grow up in. They didn’t know exactly when in the sixties he would wind up, but they figured late sixties. Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, they weren’t all that sure. Mike was actually excited to be doing this. He had so much to do over. People to please, people to punish and knowing what he knew now, money would be no problem.

So after all the prep and all the exams, Mike was now waiting, on a table in the middle of a large room. The walls were lined with coils of some kind alternating with what looked like miniature radar dishes.

“We are ready to start in, three, two, one,” a voice said.

A just barely audible whine started to invade the silent room growing louder as time passed. Then Mikes vision started to fade as did the sound.

****​

Mike became aware and found his faced pressed against a woman’s vagina. He could feel the wetness of her all over his face. She was writhing under him as he pressed his tongue deep into her.

“Oh god, why do you get me so excited,” a young woman’s voice cried out.

“Because you are so beautiful,” Mike told her pulling his mouth off her.

“Don’t stop,” she cried.

Mike pressed his lips to her once more. Smiling, he started to take her to heights he had never been able to the first time he had sucked this young ladies sex. He knew exactly where and when he was the minute he heard the woman’s voice.

It was nineteen-sixty-eight. He was eighteen, she was nineteen. Her name was Donna and she was really great looking. Back then there were no word like ‘hot’ and she was hot. Her body was perfect, her mind sharp and Mike didn’t know what he had done to garner her affections back then. They were both novices and had learned about sex together. Of course there were some things she wouldn’t do. No blowjobs, but she would stroke him for hours. Slowly bringing him to orgasm. Then playfully smearing his sperm all over his stomach.

She said she didn’t like him going down on her, but she never tried to stop him, nor did she complain afterwards as she cleaned his face with a wetnap. She always carried wetnaps. Then she would kiss him as she stroked his hard manhood. Eventually, Mike would roll on top of her and slide his hardness into her wonderful body. He would slowly fuck her senseless. When he pulled out and came all over her stomach, she was delirious with pleasure. Then the wetnaps would be used. That was how Mike had spent his Friday nights, in the backseat of his Chevy Nova II, with the beautiful Donna.

Well that was about to change. Not that he didn’t like fucking her, but there were others he wanted to sample. Some of them forbidden fruit. Some not. Then there were the assholes that would need to be put back in their place. But that could wait, what he need now was to make some money. Back then he was working at what would have been called a descent job. He was after all still living at home so his outlay of cash was minimal, mostly related to dating and having fun.

With what Mike knew he could make a small fortune in a relatively short time and a larger fortune over a longer period of time. The very next morning he placed his first purchase. The broker that handled his transaction thought he was nuts, but he made money either way. Within a week, Mike had ten thousand dollars in the bank. Two weeks later he had five hundred thousand. His broker started to place orders for himself along with Mikes. They both made a small fortune. The longer bets were placed with a different broker. They would take years to pan out, but would provide a return that was phenomenal. Mike would be a wealth man.

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Hi, I've published my first short ebook and am looking for feedback to boost interest in it. The book is at the following link:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/305584

Enter the coupon code to get a free reviewers copy: CV82R

All reviews gratefully received.

My Literotica stories are at:

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Thanks

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When you said you had published an eBook, I thought it was new writing and was looking forward to reading some more of your imaginative writing. However, I was disappointed to find you have just put together three of your old stories that you have already published in Literotica in 2005/6/7. Changing the name of the character from 'Jossy' to 'Sarah' didn't enhance the first story for me and changing the wine from Grenache to Chardonnay was a mistake as 'find and replace' clearly didn't work on all of the instances!

Sorry to say, once I realised I had already read them before, I decided I had wasted my time downloading it.
 
Pete_L said:
When you said you had published an eBook, I thought it was new writing and was looking forward to reading some more of your imaginative writing. However, I was disappointed to find you have just put together three of your old stories that you have already published in Literotica in 2005/6/7. Changing the name of the character from 'Jossy' to 'Sarah' didn't enhance the first story for me and changing the wine from Grenache to Chardonnay was a mistake as 'find and replace' clearly didn't work on all of the instances!

Sorry to say, once I realised I had already read them before, I decided I had wasted my time downloading it.
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Well at least you did not pay for it.

I have books on SW that I have here, but I've kept the titles the same so hopefully people would not feel they were being "fooled"

I had one guy contact me through lit complaining of it once. Only smashwords can give moeny back, but what I did was tell him to send me the link of any of my other books he wanted and sent him a free coupon so he didn;t feel like he was screwed.

But again in this point it didn't cost you anything.

To the OP you may want to mention in your post on the books thread these have been previously published on lit seeing you are advertising here.

Obviously it would not matter anywhere else.
 
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