Friday, September 4, 2015

Second in a series

Adult Experience is the second in the series From the Many Sexual Misadventures of Winifred Polk and it’s up for sale on Smashwords, Amazon, BN.com and just about everywhere you can buy ebook erotica. It’s tamer than most of my other work by almost any standard, which in and of itself is a nice break from the hardcore fetish that sells so well. For those of you into slightly humorous erotica, give it a try.
After a rocky start to her kink exploration and discovery, Winnie moves on to some new adventures with some sage advice from her grandmother. This time Winnie picks out a nice, polite man who wants to humiliate her in a way that excites and worries Winnie, because some things, even done in the privacy of a bedroom, can become public in the way one can perfectly imagine…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features anonymous sex, facials, erotic humiliation, erotic photography, sexual betrayal, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

“But I’ve been pushing myself to explore my boundaries. What I do in private, no one will know. But I’m not too keen on having my picture all over the internet.”

Shane nodded again. “I understand. Not a big deal.”

“But what’s the expression. A tear in salty sea? What’s the chance of someone I know finding that picture of me and recognizing me and confronting me about it?”

“I don’t know what the chance of that are,” Shane admitted. “But I’d like to figure it out.”
She grinned at him. “I bet you would, big boy,” she teased.

For just a moment he seemed taken aback at her forwardness. If it was possible, he blushed deeper red. “I didn’t mean it that way. I mean I’d actually like to calculate something like that. I’m an actuary. I work with numbers all day. It’s a nerd thing. I like playing with numbers.”

Winnie found herself teasing him some more. “Is that your kink? Playing with your numbers?”

The tease was so ridiculous Shane found himself honestly laughing at her. “No. Unfortunately it’s not because if it were, I suppose going to work every day would be like attending an orgy and getting paid for it.”

“How about an orgy then?” Winnie found herself suggesting.

For a moment Shane wasn’t sure if she was actually making a proposition to him, was teasing him, or was just thinking out loud. He never decided on one or the other. “I think I’ll stick with my current request,” he said thoughtfully. “I’d probably be too nervous around that many people to, uh, perform.”

Winnie sipped at her drink. “We should go to your place and you can put on a dress rehearsal for me.”

A continuing experiment...

I’m now offering the complete edition of Sugarman’s Milk for the low, low price of $0.00 if you have Kindle Unlimited, but only until December 3, 2015, then the price goes to $2.99 on Amazon (and Smashwords and elsewhere). I’m not a fan of KU but this is a new revenue stream I’m experimenting with. Indulge me for a few months. The original three parts of Sugarman’s Milk are still available in all the usual outlets (Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon, plus elsewhere).


http://www.amazon.com/Sugarmans-Milk-Elliot-Silvestri-ebook/dp/B014VB6WGE/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1441378241&sr=8-3&keywords=Sugarman%27s+Milk
Jenny and Grant Sugarman are experienced swingers who hook up with a new couple. Robin and Nate Teller want to open their marriage because they’re both looking for a new erotic outlet because their relationship has become stale. What the Teller’s don’t know is the Sugarmans are in an adult nursing relationship and Jenny is more than happy to lead her new friend down that very same path.

This is a 30,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Originally published in three parts.
Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, group sex, lesbian sex, strong language, adult nursing relationships, cheating spouses, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

“I can’t believe we did that,” Nate repeated to his wife as he carefully drove home in the early light of Sunday morning.

“Why not?” Robin asked.

“It just seems so crazy,” he said. “Having sex with another couple? That’s not us.”

“It was us,” Robin pointed out. “And this was originally your idea.”

“I didn’t expect you to go along with it.”

“What are you saying?”

He shrugged as he stopped at a light and waited for the traffic to clear. “I don’t know. I guess I thought our marriage was…I don’t know. Going nowhere? Are we happy? Are you? Am I?”

“You took too many philosophy classes in college.” A silence fell between them as he resumed the drive. “It’s crazy that Jennie is still lactating, isn’t it?” Robin asked her husband after the long pause.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “And you tasted her milk. That’s even crazier.”

“It wasn’t bad,” Robin said without affect.

“Did you like it?”

Her answer was measured. “I was curious. And she wanted me to and…it was very sweet.”

“It was?” He grinned at her. “The taste or doing it?”

“Yeah, very sweet,” she replied dreamily.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Standards and Practices

There are no hard and fast rules about what Smashwords and Amazon (or Barnes & Noble for that matter) allow. Incest and pedophilia are pretty much out (along with anything that advocates racism), but to get an acutal list of rules as to what’s allowable for a cover image is vague. Smashwords has a line akin to “no nipples, butt cracks, or pubic hair”. So...the first version of Centaur’s Wife I used was fine with Amazon but not okay with Smashwords because it had “too many JPEG artifacts.” Since I know almost nothing about image manipulation, I choose to create a new cover image.
Image One:
This image is okay with Amazon even with the horse cock showing.
Image two was also no go with Smashwords because of the “nipples, butt cracks, or pubic hair“ issue. But I don’t see any of that on display.
Image two:
So now we’re at image three:
This passes muster.
Anyway, the important stuff here is that you buy a copy, any version, of Centaur’s Wife.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Sequel to Centaur’s Slave

Apparently there’s a high demand for centaur erotica, which I didn’t know. I intended Centaur’s Slave to be a one-off, but there was enough demand from my many dozens of fans to warrant writing a sequel. So, here it is, Centaur’s Wife, which will be released on September 25, 2015. Hurry hurry hurry and preorder now at Smashwords.com (it’s still being reviewed at Amazon, but I’ll post a link when it becomes active.)
(Let’s see if the cover photo passes muster...)

After Lianna is taken by Proval, her centaur lover, back to his herd and away from the life of sexual slavery, she learns to be the good wife of a centaur. It wasn’t a life she had ever imagined and finds it much more difficult than being a simple sex slave in the dungeon of a duke, but it is also much more rewarding, not just with the physical affection shown by the centaurs but what else also happens to her body…

The sequel to Centaur’s Slave.

This is a 12,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features graphic sex, sex between a human and non-human character, sex between a centaur and a human, fantasy monster sex, other unusual sex practices, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:
The mounting block used in Dorrkar’s tent wasn’t all that different from what was used in Duke Nuekome’s manor house. The design was the same, maybe it was made of roughhewn wood and lacked padding, but it was well-worn and much older. When Proval and Dorrkar came to the tent where Lianna waited the Ruta and Miri, right away her lover ordered her to the mounting block.

She almost ran to it, eager to prove herself in front of her lover’s uncle. Unlike her first time at the Duke’s house she wasn’t tied down to the mounting block, she just gripped the bars in the correct spot, arched her back, and offered up herself. There was much laughing and drinking when Proval and Dorrkar had returned. All the women knew what to expect, it was just how the centaur’s wanted them; they were just waiting for orders. Once the command came, Lianna knew exactly what she had to do. She knew she was being tested, not by Proval, but by Dorrkar. The older centaur watched the entire mating with his sharp eyes.

The mounting block wasn’t much more than an inclined bench with some attached rests for her knees and forearms. There were obvious ways that she could have been tied down, Lianna saw that, but those weren’t necessary. Strictly speaking the mounting block wasn’t needed for a centaur to mate with a woman.. The mounting bench just made the positioning of their bodies that much easier.

It also made it possible for those watching to get a proper view of the mating pair. That was the true purpose of the mounting block; it made the centaur’s wife an object of pleasure for all those watching.

Friday, August 28, 2015

End of summer, end of a series

It’s the end of the summer (well, almost) and so I’m wrapping up my latest series, Happy Hucows, Inc. Part four finishes the story of what happens with Gena and Josie’s pregnancies and how it affects their hucow milking. Get it now at Smashwords and Amazon and BN and everywhere else fine ebook erotica is sold.
Gena and Josie’s pregnancies progress quickly, with Gena giving birth to her little calf first. Looking for a distraction from her own pregnancy, and against her own better judgement, Josie looks up her old boyfriend, Andy. She discovers he’s now part of the hucow community in a way she never would have expected and that only increases her desire for him…if only to see what will happen next…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part four of four.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, hucow breeding, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.


Excerpt:
Josie had to pinch her thigh to prevent herself from laughing at Andy. He would never be able to fully satisfy her. Sure, sleeping with him again would be a fun novelty, but for long term pleasure it was a waste of time. After waiting a long moment to make sure she wasn’t going to laugh at him, Josie stood up, pushing back her chair to fully reveal her well-rounded belly. “I’ve already been bred, Andy,” she pointed out.

His face froze and then confusion passed over his visage. He didn’t know how to react. “Is that from when we…?”

She shook her head. “No. Definitely not. His name is Hank. He bedded me six times a day when I was in heat and he was one who sired my calf. It’s exceedingly rare for a normie to be able to breed a hucow. You should know that.”

“But it’s not impossible,” he pointed out clinging to some desperate hope.

Sitting back down, Josie drove her fingernails into her thigh again to prevent her from laughing. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure why she had invited him for lunch. Partly because she still felt affection for him. Partly because he was undeniably handsome. Partly because she wanted to humiliate him. All of those were true. And if the truth were told, she wouldn’t have minded if Andy had gotten a calf on her. There were worse ways to be bred. “No,” she agreed, “not impossible.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Want to try the impossible?”

Monday, August 24, 2015

Free ebook for September

Use coupon code  RC77J at Smashwords.com to get a free copy of Pain and Lactation Part 1. Coupon is valid until September 30, 2015.

Brenda and Vickie are two disparate souls with a strained relationship to their breasts. Brenda’s boyfriend Jason takes special delight in seeing how far he can push her limits of pain. Rob, Vickie’s husband, harbors secret kinks he fears to show his wife. By chance they find each other on the internet and begin to explore how wonderful milk and pain can be when shared with other…. LessBrenda and Vickie are two disparate souls with a strained relationship to their breasts. Brenda’s boyfriend Jason takes special delight in seeing how far he can push her limits of pain. Rob, Vickie’s husband, harbors secret kinks he fears to show his wife. By chance they find each other on the internet and begin to explore how wonderful milk and pain can be when shared with other….

This is an 11,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of four.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, BDSM themes, group sex, lesbian sex, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

You’re lovely. I like the confidence you exude in your photo. 

Brenda’s heart pounded so hard she was certain it would slam through her ribcage and fall on the floor. In her reply, because her mother always told her a reply was polite and necessary even if it was through a computer, Vickie wrote, Thank you. I’m flattered. I wish they were bigger or better shaped.

And that was that, Vickie decided. No one ever kept a private conversation going on Tumblr. She never expected a response.

When she checked in later she was surprised to find a response once more. 

Don’t run yourself down. I don’t it when women say they hate their bodies. No one’s perfect. I spent too many years hating my body—and my breasts especially—before I got over that. I mean, look at mine. They’re not perfect, but I love them. Now.

She knew she should have left it alone, but Vickie found she couldn’t. She hated to leave someone hanging at the end of a conversation, no matter how casual it was.

You’re right. Self-loathing is ugly. And you do have nice boobs—judging by your picture, at least. I just wish mine were a little more like they used to be before I had kids. Thanks again.

With the “thanks again” sign off Vickie considered the conversation over.

It wasn’t. 

Later that night she showed Rob the short exchange of messages. He raised his eyebrows. “She’s kind of hot.”

Vickie rolled her eyes at him. 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

A little extreme?

I decided to push all propriety to the side and go for a little extreme erotica. And I’m late with the announcement since parts one and two of Happy Hucows, Inc. have already hit the street, but you can still enjoy them along with the upcoming parts three and four.

As always, you can get them at Smashwords, Amazon, or BN.com

After Happy Hucows, Inc. I’ve already decided to publish another hucow story tentatively titled  A Cow’s Tale. Here’s hoping everyone likes the extreme stuff.




Josie needs a change in her life so she does something unexpected. She enters the hucow program to provide nutritious human milk for a world where bovine flu killed off all the cows. As her body is slowly transformed into a hucow where she is free to give in to her animalistic, lusty needs by the bulls who service the hucows in every way they need…

This is a 40,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

She opened the door to admit the bull. Josie noted that Hank was wearing a kilt and nothing else. He was burly chested and hairy, though a bit short, making him not that much taller than Josie, and without the developed horn bulges of older bulls. “Come in,” she invited them. Her eyes were unfocused and she was distracted by Hank’s presence.

Once Josie had ushered her visitor in and closed the door Gena said, with a grin, “I brought Hank to satisfy your needs.”

Josie tried to wet her lips with a dry tongue. “Um, that’s very generous of you.”

Both Hank and Gena laughed. “Why don’t you take her to the bed,” suggested Gena. “It’s a little early for her for the acrobatics of the machine.”

Grabbing her hand, Hank led Josie toward her bed. She resisted, but only half-heartedly. “You can’t just expect me to have sex with a man I literally just met,” she protested, but her words were weak.

Hank turned to her and addressed her roughly in his deep voice. “You’re ready,” he informed her, as if she didn’t already know. “I know what you want. I can sense it and smell it. Why do you lie about it?”

As good as it felt to have his strong, thick fingers holding her tightly, she still tried to resist. “It’s not…proper.”