Costume Drama Number Two

Chronic depression sucks. All I managed to do today was mope about and post my latest. I have nothing amusing to say today.

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Being a professional working girl Alice has met more than her fair share of weirdos in the bedroom. But this was the first time she had a man paying for her to dress up as a comic book character...not just to have sex with him, but to seduce the woman who he has his eye on but can’t bring himself to talk to.

 

This is a 7000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

 

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM themes, group sex, sex of dubious consent, mind control sex games, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

“That was very good,” she panted to him. “Did you enjoy it?”

 

Neil gave a muffled response and she realized her weight was stifling him. She flexed her knees and gave him a bit of air. “Yes,” he gasped.

 

“Good,” she replied. “You look big and ready to explode. Do you want me, Neil?”

“Yes!”

 

“I see.” She stroked him lightly up and down a few times then abruptly slapped him with the flat of her hand. He jumped and yowled.

 

“What was that for?” he complained.

 

Alice still had one hand firmly on his manhood. It was even redder now from her slap. She was certain he had an uncomfortable tightness in his stomach from her abuse, but that was necessary. Keeping him under her control was necessary and she needed to do that by any means at her disposal.

 

“To keep you in line,” she told him and then gave him a firm flick with her middle finger, holding it back with her thumb for a moment to increase the tension, then letting her finger snap out like it was spring loaded.

 

He jumped from the impact but didn’t scream. He had better control of himself now. He was preparing himself for further abuse. A small welt appeared and Alice couldn’t help herself. She kissed the injury she had just caused.

Veroneeka's Time - it's time to buy some more erotica from Grace Vilmont

Another of Grace's works and this time she doesn't delve into the strange and weird edges of human sexuality. Instead she addresses one of the most forbidden taboos, interracial sex (and by extension the kinks that go along with it.)  Only Ms. Vilmont would care to combine interracial sex with hints of bondage and slavery — inappropriate and sexy.

Here it is, Veroneeka's Time. Get it at Smashwords.com

Or if you love the Nook you can purchase at BN.com.
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Michael had long kept his secret desire to bed a black woman to himself. When he was approached by just such as woman who was a lawyer, smarter, sexy, and with an announced appreciation of being spanked. He couldn’t resist her charms. When he set about pushing her limits he set them both up for a collision of proclivities and desire.

 

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

 

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, interracial sex, group sex, BDSM, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content. Warning no happily ever after in this story.

 

 

Excerpt:

“Not really,” he said and stretched out her dark nipple to an almost painful distance. She winced at the treatment, but then relaxed when he allowed her small, conical breast to bounce back to its resting position. “I’m wondering what to do next to you.”

“Do to me?” she asked archly.

“When you’re in my bed, you like me being in charge. I’m wondering what your next trigger is. What do you need to get that little extra kick that causes more than just a mild sexual charge?” He moved her hand across her chest and pinched her other nipple, again, not hard, but just enough to let her know he could do to her as he pleased.

“What makes you think I’m going to let you do anything to me?” she asked.

“Because you desire it,” he said to her. “You have a lot of deep, dark, sexual secrets. If you lived forty years ago, you’d be so repressed you’d be in therapy and under treatment by a psychiatrist. Luckily you live in the twenty-first century. You have easier ways of expressing yourself. What major fear do you want to overcome next?”

“I hate going to the doctor. I’m afraid of needles.”

“I know how to get you to face that fear.”

True Facts About Elliot Silvestri #9

True Fact #9

Elliot Silvestri's father raised dairy cows for most of his life. Could this be where Elliot developed his obsession with lactating women?

True Facts About Elliot Silvestri #8

True Fact #8

Elliot Silvestri has never known the love of a good woman. He has known the love of great one, however.

Costume Drama Number One

This one should have started off as a "True Fact About Elliot Silvestri". Elliot Silvestri likes comic books. Elliot Silvestri has terrible fantasies about female super heroes. Elliot Silvestri likes to talk about himself in the third person. Elliot Silvestri wrote a piece of erotica that involves a young woman who is enticed to dress up like Wonder Woman...and experiences Wonder Woman's weaknessess as well.

Costume Drama Number One (potentially a series here) is up for sale on Smashwords.com. Get it while it's hot! And it's always hot.

Or you can get it for your Nook at BN.com
And also at Amazon.com if you prefer the Kindle.

Sandra had a thing for slightly nerdy guys. When she sets her sights on Dalton, the new guy at work, she’s more than happy to play along when he wants her to dress up as his favorite super heroine. What Sandra doesn’t realize is how far Dalton wants to push the game they’re playing…and she wants to see how far she’s willing to let herself be used…

 

This is a 13,500 word novella intended for adult audiences.

 

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM themes, group sex, sex of dubious consent, mind control sex games, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

That night Dalton presented her with a gift wrapped box. “Technically our one month mark is tomorrow, but I thought you might want it to wear for our date.” He looked shyly at the floor. He still couldn’t make eye contact with her on a regular basis.

 

“Should I open it now?”

 

“Yes. It would be nice if you…well…”

 

She didn’t bother to let him finish. She tore off the wrapping paper and expected to find a Victoria’s Secret box underneath. Instead she found a plain brown box. She raised her eyes at him, but Dalton was still looking at the ground. His face was slightly red, embarrassed at what he was giving her. Did the box contain some weird sex toy? Now she was nervous to open it.

 

There was nothing to do but plow forward. What was inside wasn’t—much to her relief—paddles or whips or something worse, but some clothing. When she pulled the garment out of the box, she started to understand.

 

“You look a lot like Diana Prince,” Dalton said. “At least, you have her hair and body.”

Get it FREE - Swinging Ring

For the next month (through June 16, 2013) you can get Swinging Ring on Smashwords.com for FREE. Just use coupon code JE84T.

That's good free erotica.

Enjoy.

The Let Down Reflex

The problem with being an overeducated writer of porn/erotica is that I sometimes (often) make oblique references to cultural, literary, or scientific realities that most of the general public will completely miss. Plus five internets if you got the reference in the title of this week's lactation erotica story. All too often I wonder if I'd have better sales if I titled my stuff along the lines of Big Tit Milking Action - Cow in the Yard #3. But I'm not that person; an artist must suffer for his work.

(Also, plus five more internets if you get the Roman Charity reference.)

Anyway, enjoy The Let Down Reflex, now up for sale on Smashwords.com.
Also available on Kindle at Amazon.
Plus also available for Nook at  BN.com.

Maggie had been lactating for her husband Walt for years…and it was getting boring. Finding lovers outside her marriage was easy. Finding lovers who appreciated breasts that made rich, sweet milk was tougher. Pat was a stroke of luck that fell into her lap. He would drink her milk when Walt was too tired. Maggie was never content to let a good thing stand…she has to involve Pat’s girlfriend and isn’t concerned about the consequences.

 

This is an 11,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

 

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, erotic lactation, group sex, lesbian sex, an adult nursing relationship, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

“Uhhh,” Maggie groaned as Pat started pulling her milk from her. Now it wasn’t just flowing freely, he was drawing it from her body. That was good. That sensation is always got her wet.

 

“You like that?” he asked quickly, taking a brief respite from his feeding.

 

“Uh-huh,” was all she managed to say. Her power of speech tended to fade when she nursed a man.

 

She wanted to lower her body down a bit to rub against his legs or hips. That was impossible; her breasts would be too low for Pat to nurse and Maggie so desperately wanted him to drain her.

 

Instead she settled for rubbing herself against his stomach. It wasn’t nearly the same, but she endured while he did her the favor of sucking on her breasts until all her milk was gone. She barely even noticed when he switched sides. She did enjoy, however, when he pinched her now free nipple causing a little shock of pain to reverberate through her body. She liked it even better when he didn’t let go of her nipple.

True Facts About Elliot Silvestri #7

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True Facts about Elliot Silvestri #6

True Fact #6

Elliot Silvestri suffers from mild depression and social anxiety disorder. Both of these assist him in his writing.

Good Boy Sub

Good boy, Good Boy Sub

Ever have one of those days where, if you’re a guy, you just want to be pegged in the ass by your female partner…and if you’re a woman, you want to peg your man as hard as you can? This story isn’t about that exactly, but some men are secretly submissive and want to show that side of themselves only to a secret partner. What happens when that partner starts to violate that bit of trust?



Tom knows what he wants in a lover but is ashamed to admit it. His girlfriend left him because he wanted some bondage play. Finding Naomi as a dom looking for a sub was a perfect solution. With her it was a game, not a relationship. After asking Naomi to push him to his limits he quickly realizes that what he thought he wanted is completely different from the reality. But Naomi won’t stop…and Tom can’t bring himself to ask her to stop.

 

This is a 15,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

 

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, group sex, sex of dubious consent,  BDSM, female on male pegging, and other depictions of adult sexuality that some readers might find objectionable. Explicit language and adult only content.

 

Excerpt:

 

It wasn’t wrong or painful, but new and different. “Oh, very, very good. Does that feel nice?”

 

“It’s…odd,” he admitted.

 

“Any pain?”

 

“No…”

 

“Good, let’s move on.” Naomi reached between his legs. He flinched at her initial touch, but her hand was warm and covered with the slick lubricant. It didn’t take her long to get him fully erect. She didn’t stop there; she kept going, pushing him toward orgasm. The position was difficult to hold and the way she handled him was strange, the angle didn’t work for him, it was as if he were being used for her pleasure and amusement…

 

And then it occurred to him that was exactly what she was doing and it was what he had told her he wanted. He thought that being her submissive was supposed to be all about pleasuring her, but here she was getting him off first thing. Tom didn’t understand. “We’re not going to do anything else until you’re ready, okay Tom? Just let your body go, let it happen. With that plug in you it’ll be amazing.” She continued on, softly talking to him until his body started shaking and he starting cumming before he realized what was happening.

 

Naomi was skilled this game. She caught each spurt from him as it burst out. Because of his unusual position Tom was forced to see each spurt. It was fascinating and unsettling. She was right, of course, the orgasm was powerful. Each time his body jerked he felt the plug pressing up tight against his prostate forcing another glob of semen from his body.

 

Get it at Smashwords (where independent authors go for the extra cash): Good Boy Sub

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