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Weirder than usual: The Second Type

Some people really like the weird in their erotica. Grace Vilmont produces some of the best weird sex with aliens and monsters erotica out there and so Green Bush Publishing is proud to announce her latest novella length ebook The Second Type: A Weird Sex Story.

We've decided to put the subtitle of "A Weird Sex Story" on the end of all of Grace's work because...well, she writes about weird sex.

Get it at Smashwords.com and of course Amazon.com and BN.com.

Enjoy!

When Arin is wounded in the line of duty in the Space Explorer Corps, she doesn’t expect the libido to be kicked into overdrive as a result. Nor does she expect to be the host for a new life form that needs her womb to breed. How will she survive and will she do whatever is necessary to see to the birth of her new children?

                             

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

Content warning: features human sex with aliens, forced impregnation, graphic sex, lesbian sex, sex of dubious consent, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

“You’ve been ready the moment you saw me,” he said smugly pulling up and starting to remove the rest of his clothes.

“Smug,” she taunted him.

“Slut,” he replied and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste different.” He pushed her back on the bunk and laid on top of her. He wasn’t fully ready yet, but he didn’t think that would be a problem.

“You like it?”

“Makes me horny,” he said, “a good tasty woman.” As expected him to be ready slowly, but he was quicker than she anticipated. “Does almost getting killed turn you on?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Funny. I would have expected you to be much more of the wallflower type.” Their romantic relationship had largely been one confined to the bedroom, but Jaxon had never pegged Arin as the especially outgoing or adventurous type.

New Job

Just to let my readers and followers know: I've recently switched jobs in my other life, the one where I don't get paid to tap at a keyboard and think dirty thoughts. This (hopefully) shouldn't change what I do as a writer, but if things get hinky for the next few weeks, that's the reason why.

The Tamed Bull

Too many (perhaps all?) male chastity stories focus on the husband or boyfriend who is being cuckolded. But what about the other guy, the bull? Are they all just super-macho Type A personalities who use women as they please? Not in my world; not in my stories.

The Tamed Bull is up for sale at Smashwords.com (and of course at Amazon.com and BN.com). Let me know what you think.

Charlie finds himself slyly seduced by the intriguing Megan. That’s fine; he goes along with her daring game of sex ignoring the fact that she’s cheating on her husband and he’s cheating on his girlfriend…and keeping that fact from Megan. It’s when Megan labels him her bull does he start to wonder who exactly is in charge of their relationship

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

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, enforced male chastity, group sex, some BDSM themes, sex of dubious consent, cheating spouses, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

“Who says I’m cheating?”

I didn’t have an immediate reply. She stepped out of her jeans and gave me a sultry look. “How could he know you’re here?”

“I told him.”

“I can’t believe that.”

She stepped forward until she was barely six inches away from me. “It’s not cheating if he knows.” I didn’t move and she leaned up on her toes and kissed me. I don’t know if I should be proud of the fact that I kissed her back or be ashamed by it. Either way the kiss lasted for a very long time and didn’t stop until she roughly grabbed me. “Don’t judge other people’s sex games,” she whispered in my ear as she stroked me through my pants. “Especially if you’re participating in them.”

I hadn’t the faintest idea of what she was getting at, but at this point I was happy to go along with whatever she was proposing. I was helpless to resist her physical persuasion.

A minute later we were in the bedroom, I was on my back. She had pulled off my shirt and pushed down my pants. It had been far too long since I had last had sex; she went to her knees and I let her, but slowly. I wanted this illicit round of sex to last as long as possible.

Classic BDSM - Odette Odalisque

This week I tried a little classic BDSM erotica. Nothing too strange, but the mood struck me so I indulged. Next week we get back to the weird stuff.

Get it on Smashwords.com or BN.com or Amazon.com.

First choice cover:

Ursa buys her husband Cas a human sex toy, an odalisque, as a birthday present. What the couple doesn’t expect is how this young woman would come between them. She is pretty and obedient and all too willing to obey, but Cas is enthralled by his new possession. The consequences of his actions eventually leads to a clash between husband and wife and odalisque.

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

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, group sex, BDSM themes, sexual slavery, lesbian sex, some violent content, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

As much as she wanted to Odette didn’t object when Ursa brought out a small leather flogger. It had so many little leather straps Odette couldn’t count them all. The handle was only six inches long, wrapped in black leather, and adorned with a few metal studs. The straps were eighteen inches long and smooth as silk to the touch, but the moment Ursa swung the flogger down on Odette’s tender skin the touch became fire and with each lashing she cried out in pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ursa asked.

Odette was on her hands and knees on the bed. Ursa had brought down the lash—hard—six times already. Odette was positive about the number because Ursa had instructed her to count aloud with each blow. She shook her head. “No.”

“Are you enjoying this?”

The question took Odette off guard. She hadn’t expected to be asked if she was enjoying her treatment. She was a paid sex slave and it was her duty to endure. She answered honestly. “No.”

“Are you enjoying this?” Ursa repeated. At first Odette thought she wanted her toy to change her answer, but then she realized that Ursa was now directing the question at her husband. Cas was sitting in the armchair in the room’s corner. He was wearing pajama bottoms and slippers. Ursa had already changed into a plain cotton nightshirt. It has hardly a hardcore BDSM scene. It was much close to dull domestic bliss. Odette, as always, was naked.

“Yes,” he answered honestly.

Ursa buys her husband Cas a human sex toy, an odalisque, as a birthday present. What the couple doesn’t expect is how this young woman would come between them. She is pretty and obedient and all too willing to obey, but Cas is enthralled by his new possession. The consequences of his actions eventually leads to a clash between husband and wife and odalisque.

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

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, group sex, BDSM themes, sexual slavery, lesbian sex, some violent content, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

As much as she wanted to Odette didn’t object when Ursa brought out a small leather flogger. It had so many little leather straps Odette couldn’t count them all. The handle was only six inches long, wrapped in black leather, and adorned with a few metal studs. The straps were eighteen inches long and smooth as silk to the touch, but the moment Ursa swung the flogger down on Odette’s tender skin the touch became fire and with each lashing she cried out in pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ursa asked.

Odette was on her hands and knees on the bed. Ursa had brought down the lash—hard—six times already. Odette was positive about the number because Ursa had instructed her to count aloud with each blow. She shook her head. “No.”

“Are you enjoying this?”

The question took Odette off guard. She hadn’t expected to be asked if she was enjoying her treatment. She was a paid sex slave and it was her duty to endure. She answered honestly. “No.”

“Are you enjoying this?” Ursa repeated. At first Odette thought she wanted her toy to change her answer, but then she realized that Ursa was now directing the question at her husband. Cas was sitting in the armchair in the room’s corner. He was wearing pajama bottoms and slippers. Ursa had already changed into a plain cotton nightshirt. It has hardly a hardcore BDSM scene. It was much close to dull domestic bliss. Odette, as always, was naked.

“Yes,” he answered honestly.

The Milk Bar - adult nursing erotica

I can't begin to tell you how into breast milk I am. Actually, I could; I'm a writer after all. But I'm not going to. You'll have to buy the ebook to find out.

As always, get it at Smashwords.com
or BN.com
or Amazon.com

What is Katherine to do when her boyfriend’s extra attention to her breasts inadvertently starts her lactating? She can fight the unexpected event or she can indulge her boyfriend in his little kink. Katherine decides to take Michael’s kink to a whole other level…

 

This is a 14,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

 

Content warning: features graphic sex, erotic lactation, group sex, adult nursing relationships, lesbian sex, gay sex, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

“What did I do now?”

 

“You made me lactate you sex-crazed maniac!”

 

Michael stared blankly. “What?

 

“My. Boobs. Are. Full. Of. Milk,” I explained to him with short, simple words.

 

“Ohh…” he said with realization and slowly trailed off with a nervous look.

 

“What?” I demanded from him.

 

“Well…”

 

“Well what?”

 

“I guess I had sort of an idea…”

 

“What!” I was about to tear his lungs out of his chest.

 

“Yeah…you’ve tasted a little different the past few weeks.”

 

“Tasted different?” I was stunned.

 

“Yeah. I thought maybe you were using a new soap or deodorant. You’ve only got about fifty different ones on the bathroom shelf.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Well…yeah. But that wouldn’t explain why I could feel liquid, milk, I guess when I was sucking on you.”

 

“And you didn’t think to mention this to me!” I screamed.

 

“Umm…I thought about it. But I didn’t want to upset you or change anything so I didn’t say a word.”

 

“Uh…huh.”

 

“Are we going to stop?” he asked. “Because I really like sucking on you.”

 

The thing of it was I liked him sucking on me.