Revisiting my roots

As I've discussed in earlier blog entries, I like to experiment. This week's offering is twofold.

First up, I wrote a hot new tentacle story called Reign of the Tentacles, about an alien tentacle creature.

A brief excerpt from it:

We reached a verdant clearing sometime later. I’m not sure just when. Not long. By the time we got there, there were more of us: a couple dozen naked women, all between the ages of maybe nineteen and forty, all looking happy to be there. That wasn’t the real centerpiece, though.

All any of us could really look at was the crater. It was a gouge in the soft Earth perhaps ten feet wide by twenty long. Several trees had been broken by its impact, and the grass was churned up. It looked a bit like a giant hand had simply shoved their finger in the ground.

We gathered around the edges of the hole, still moving in eerie and puppet-like unison.

<KNEEL.>

Every woman present knelt as one. I could feel the soft earth coating the bare bottoms of my knees, but I didn’t care.

The meteor rumbled below, and then it cracked open like an egg. Beneath its gray and stony exterior was something enormous and green, the size of a truck at the minimum. Countless tentacles writhed below, then slid toward us all. In the mottled green flesh between them, countless brilliant eyes opened. They blazed lava-red, like the star in my dream.

I felt a head rush as I stared down into the light. The rest of the world seemed to recede, distant and unimportant. I watched the swirling light, mesmerized. As I stared blankly into it, I felt the same sensation of warmth wash over me as I had in the dream. The creature’s strange radiance drenched me in its wonderful glow, as though I were sunbathing.

Tentacles brushed my skin, slick with their own slime and throbbing with feverish heat. I felt one stroke my cheek like a lover.

<BLISS.>

Physical contact only made the Voice more intense. The sensation of euphoria was so potent that my vision blurred for a moment. I opened my mouth, and the slick member slipped between my waiting lips. I sucked on it placidly, savoring the exotic flavor. It was a little like miso soup.

More tentacles brushed against my skin. I didn’t break eye contact with the beautiful light to watch what they were doing. Instead, I simply enjoyed their hot, slimy caresses. It was almost as though dozens of tongues were licking me at once, large and small. I felt them rub up and down my sides. There were three on my breasts, rolling back and forth. Rough and slimy flesh rubbed my stiff nipples, sending little shocks of pleasure through my chest as they teased me.

It's available for purchase on Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

I am also offering my very first anthology. I thought I should make it be about tentacles, since that's how I got started in this business. The anthology is called Writhing Touches, and contains all three of my existing tentacle stories with a bulk discount.

It's also currently available on Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

A Timeless Story

So, last week was maybe my least productive week since becoming a full time author. Lots of distractions.

The good news is that I spent the past couple days working on a new project:

In this work, I try to provide a fun spin on the cliche of a girl paying for her pizza the old fashioned way: by sleeping with the delivery boy. Naturally, it has a mind control twist, and a surprise or two.

I have also decided to try out Amazon's KDP Select program with Hold the Sausage, which means that if you have an Amazon Prime account, you'll be able to check this book out without actually buying it. I've never worked with the program before, and just wanted to get a feel for it.


It's available for sale or borrowing here.

I had loads of fun writing this story. I hope you all enjoy it, too. :)

It is a mystery...

Here's my latest work. It's the story of a girl who is hypnotized by a man online who compels her to meet him at a local motel wearing nothing but her panties, a bra and a blindfold. His identity isn't revealed until the very end of the story, leaving her in the dark for her very first time with a man.

Here's a brief excerpt:

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain hammered against the windshield of my beat up old brown Camry, and blew sideways in the beams cast by my headlights.

Fortunately, the drive to the local Motel 6 wasn’t too complicated, and the section of highway between it and my house was deserted. I took the exit and double checked the intersection before pulling onto 1st Street. Then I took a left and pulled into the parking lot. It was almost empty: just a handful of cars and two semis for the whole place. I shut the engine off, flipped up the hood on my jacket, and sat there a minute, pulling out my phone. The time read 8:19. My car’s clock was seven minutes fast, but I never remembered to fix it until I turned it off.

I wondered if I could still turn around and head back home. All I really needed to do was turn the engine back on and pull back out. Except that my parents thought I was over at my friend Maggie’s house for the night. Maggie thought I was going home, and so it wouldn’t be too hard for someone to put two and two together. I was twenty years old, but it didn’t seem to keep everyone out of my business.

And, of course, I’d probably never be asked to come out here again. He’d think I was chicken. Maybe he’d find some other girl.

I couldn’t risk that.

With great effort, I put the phone away and pulled the car keys out of the ignition. They felt as heavy as a ton of bricks, and my hand was a little shaky, but I managed to get them in my pocket.

Then I grabbed my overnight bag, opened the door and slipped out into the rain. I wanted to jog to keep from getting drenched, but it was all I could do to make myself put one foot in front of another.

The night manager’s unflappable boredom was a fascinating contrast with my own nerves: she barely even spared me a glance when I offered her cash for the room, and gave me a laconic, “Sure,” when I told her a man would be coming by for a second room key shortly. Afterward, she returned to her book like I wasn’t there at all. I guess she’d seen so many hookups she barely even noticed them anymore.

I wondered if anybody else had come here for a tryst like mine.

And yes, for those of you paying attention, I did always want to start an erotic short story with something from Bulwer-Lyton. It's important to have dreams. :)

The book is available for purchase at Smashwords and Amazon!

I hope everybody enjoys being in the dark a while.

I would also like to take a moment to thank you all for your continued support. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a job as much as I enjoy this one.

More brainwashing fun

So, the world created in Conditioned to Serve and the sequel really stuck with me, and I've been playing with other events there.

My newest title doesn't feature any of the characters from the original story, but instead goes to a business deal brokered between the mysterious company responsible for brainwashed girls, and the Japanese company that made the mp3 player in Aural Seduction.

Here's the cover:

And a sample:

A dark brown van with tinted windows pulled up to the intersection, right in front of us. I felt an intense sense of deja vu at the sight. I thought about taking a step back, but I was torn: maybe they were who I was supposed to meet. Before I could make a decision, the vehicle’s side door opened and a burly man in dark jeans and a t-shirt hopped out. He barked sharply, “Override 74:6F:79:21. Come here and get in.”

I stepped forward, even as I struggled to remember who he was.

Behind me, Ashley protested weakly, “I… don’t… understand… Who… are you?”

That was enough to shake me out of it. I didn’t know who the man was, and I didn’t want to get into the van. I stopped just out of arm’s reach, Ashley behind me.

The man pulled out a phone and held it up, its screen offering a fluid purple design. Brilliant geometric shapes emerged from the shifting light, interspersed with words and cryptic strings of numbers. It was all too fast to catch, almost strobing in my face.

I froze and stared forward, dimly aware that my mouth was hanging wide open. My nipples were stiff beneath my sports bra, and I felt an unexpected trickle of moisture between my legs. I realized it would be visible through my jogging pants in moments: I hadn’t worn any underwear this morning.

The man lowered the phone and said angrily, “Get. In.”

I blinked in dull surprise and took several halting steps forward, my legs working under their own power. I was as unsteady as a newborn foal. He stepped aside to let me past, and I leaned in. There was a second tough looking guy in the back of the van. He waved me toward him, and so I clambered clumsily into the rear seat.

I watched the first man manhandle Ashley into the van, pushing her into the middle seat behind the driver. She wriggled, but she didn’t protest. He got in beside her and slammed the door shut.

The driver pulled forward, not even waiting for us to get belted in. That made me nervous.

Ashley asked weakly, “Where’re we going?”

Rather than answering, the first man pulled out a small metallic canister that looked a bit like mace, and sprayed the petite blond in the face with a fine white mist.

Ashley blinked in surprise, then her expression went blissfully slack. She slumped in her seat.

The first man glanced our way and said, “You really screwed the pooch here, Nelson. This gal’s red, do you see that? Means her programming ain’t good enough to just disappear her for a few hours of off-the-books fun.”

Programming.

I shivered at the word, turning it over in my mind. Computers were programmed. Girls weren’t. Were we?

It features a girl being gambled on in a game of mahjong, which I had fun with.

Available for purchase on Smashwords and Amazon.

Not sure what's next in the queue, but I'll post about it here as soon as I've got it.

Hope you all enjoy the read. :)