Latest title: Deflowered

My latest title, Deflowered, has just been published on Amazon.  It should also be available through Smashwords, Barnes & Noble and Apple very soon.  It’s a reasonably short story - over 12,000 words; I did try to keep it to a standard ten thousand, but the characters wouldn’t stop talking towards the end, and I couldn’t get everything resolved within the usual timeframe.  I just kept writing until the characters reached their happy ending.

Here’s the blurb:

Daniel is 19 but looks a handsome 23.  He secures a job in an office where he’s the only guy; his co-workers are prickly to start with but, when a couple of them find out he's a virgin, he's led into a world of sexual release through the discovery of a fetish which excites his desire.  But is it enough to tempt him to stay with that crowd, who can get up to some crazy mischief?  Or is there another girl, waiting for him, with whom he might reach new heights? 

EXTRACT:

When they arrived at the pub, they found an empty table, long enough to accommodate them all.  Judith appointed herself as the waitress and started taking orders.  A kitty was agreed, and each member of the group contributed their share into a growing pile of cash on the table.

“Do you need a hand with the drinks?” he asked her.

“No, she doesn’t,” said one girl; when he turned to identify her, he realised it was Sandra, the same girl who had tripped into his arms the evening before.  “Come and sit next to me, Daniel.”

He shrugged and obeyed.  The girls were pairing themselves off, starting to talk to their neighbour round the table.

“I’m sorry about the misunderstanding yesterday,” Sandra began.  “I get the impression that you thought I was taking the piss.  I wasn’t.  I’ve got a little girlie crush on you, and I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

He thought quickly.  “Maybe.  I’m not sure...”

“Would this help you make up your mind?”  She quickly grabbed his wrist and thrust his hand up her skirt. 

His instinct was to draw away from her sharply, but it was too late.  He felt the warm pantyhose covering her crotch and was overcome with a desire to have some kind of sex with her.

“Keep it up there for as long as you like,” she whispered to him.  “And this afternoon, if you fancy it, we could go down the basement for some fun together.”

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Now for some other news.  One of my recent titles, Illusions, has met with some success from an unexpected readership - fans of Futanari (or ‘Dickgirl’) fiction.  I decided I’d follow this through with an experiment, writing another story based more solidly in the Futanari/Dickgirl sub-genre.  I decided it would probably be around 10,000 words long - like so many of the other titles I’ve created - but I’m already at the four thousand word point and, from the way I’ve set the pace, the story looks like it’s going to be nearer 20,000 or even 30,000 words in length.  But don’t worry - length of my work doesn’t affect the price. 

The working title?  Dickgirl Dating.

I'm always pleased to hear from my readers - please write in!
The address is cpw@restroom.net

Until next time,

Chris

Illusions : a short story of an erotic dream and its aftermath

Hello again!

     My latest title, a 10,400 word piece, is a slight departure from the genre in which I have been writing recently - namely, watersports and golden showers.  Illusions still contains elements of this, but I wanted to experiment with futanari or futa (or, as some say, dickgirl).  Alan, the hero in this story, has an erotic dream where he is sleeping in a college and needs to take a leak in the men's room.  He is joined by a girl whom he met the previous day, and - in the dream - she has a fully-functioning penis.  And testicles too.  When he sees her standing next to him, using the urinal, his libido goes wild and... well, you'll have to read the story.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

     Here's the blurb:

     Alan and Fran meet at an evening class; when he gets home, he has an erotic dream about her which consumes him until he sees her the following week.  Was it all an impossible illusion?  She agrees to go on a date - but will he persuade her to help him re-enact any of his obsession?  When he takes her home, Fran hears some news which may impact on her lifestyle; Alan suggests a solution which may suit both of them, despite her initial misgivings; such a solution could lead to a relationship bringing passionate, unbridled sex, and enabling them to realise the fantasy he dreamed.

EXTRACT:

     “This is amazing,” she smiled.  “It’s such a small world.  First, you knew Jenny, and now you remember Pam.  I wonder how many other friends of mine you know.  I’ll have to write a list and get you to check against which ones have entered your life too.”
     “It might be quicker if I were to write you a list of all the girls I’ve ever been with, if you’ve got a small Post-It note.”
     “Oh, come on, Alan.  I’m sure you’d need a couple of big sheets of paper.”  In a moment of carelessness, perhaps, she parted her knees and allowed me a glimpse up her skirt.  Between her thighs, I saw her white panties and imagined the same camel toe, or pussy-cleavage, that I had noticed when we first met that day on the beach.  The memory brought me an instant erection; I couldn’t help myself.  I began to fidget.
     She noticed.  “Are you all right, there?” she asked.  Then she realised I was looking between her legs and immediately closed her knees tight together.  “Oh, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to be a tease.  I don’t entertain men here very often, and I completely –”
     “Don’t worry about it,” I smiled shyly, putting my hand up to reassure her.  “It was very nice while the view lasted.”
     “I’ve made you go hard, haven’t I?”  She was embarrassed.  “Oh, Alan, I’m so sorry.”
     “There’s no need.  It’s made me look forward even more to our date tomorrow.  I’ll just have to make sure I fix your car first.”
     I finished my coffee and rose from my chair.
     “Thanks for the drink, Fran.  And I’ll see you at two tomorrow.”
     I left her apartment with a little more speed than I would have liked.  Perhaps I left her with the impression that I wanted to get home for a cold shower after seeing her accidental display.

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     Whilst writing, I can tell you that I have another short work on the drawing board.  I hope to have it out early in May.  I don't want go into too much detail about it here, but it does have some bearing on real life... it's based on an experience that was related to me by an old friend.  It happened a long time ago, and I've had to bring the background up-to-date; I just don't have time to undertake historical research these days.  Even if the story had been set 20 years ago, the critics would be sharpening their pencils, hoping to catch me out on some obscure detail.  That's why I like writing contemporary erotica.  
Finally, I'm always pleased to hear from my readers - you can reach me at
cpw@restroom.net

Best
CPW

Waterlines 14 is out!

Hello!

I am pleased to announce the publication of Waterlines 14.  Details below....

They say that confession is good for the soul.  I have something to confess to you - but I don't think it's going to do my soul any good.  But here goes...
As you know, I also write erotic romances under the name Rachel Cray.  I was half-way through my latest novella (a BDSM-style sequel to Snatched) and I got writer's block.  This doesn't happen too often but, when it arrives, I break off and write something else.  And I turn to the Waterlines series to write another short story for the next issue.  But this time, the muse brought me three stories, one after the other.

Touch Me, Take Me
Sequel to Watch Me, Hold Me, in Waterlines 12.
Jim and Tina are still together, but Jenny, her house-mate, tries to seduce him with tempting offers of a vacation and kinky sex.  She even hints at blackmail if he refuses.  Should he accept?  And how can he escape this situation without Tina knowing?
(6280 words)

An Athletics Meeting
Homeward-bound after working late,  Dave sees two girls behaving strangely in the road.  They attract his attention and lure him to their bedroom for some fun and games. Could this be the start of a long, wild three-way liaison?
(3000 words)

Watching... and Feeling...
Richard rents a room in a house with two other women; one is a bully but is his landlady's sister and teases him. When drunk, she makes demands on him. He doesn't want to lose his room. What should he do?
(4800 words)   

EXTRACT:

     I'd been working late at the office and stopped at a bar for a quick drink before going home.  I'd just missed a bus and knew that I’d have to wait half an hour for the next one; it was a warm night and I decided to start walking.  I'd done the journey on foot many times and found it took little more than 45 minutes.  I left the bar around nine o'clock.
     I hadn't been long on the road, going through a residential district; although it had seen better times it didn't have a reputation for serious criminal activity so I was happy to take the risk walking alone this time in the evening.  I heard some laughing and shouting a little way ahead; I noticed two young women, apparently enjoying themselves.  No doubt they'd had a little too much to drink and I judged them to be harmless. 
     I continued walking towards them.  There was hardly any traffic about, and occasionally they staggered into the middle of the road and ran back again.  As I got closer, they ceased shouting and their wild laughter reduced to giggling. 
     Then, in the dim streetlight, I saw what was happening.  They were both standing at the kerbside, holding up their skirts, their hands at their crotch, their knees bent and leaning back to pee.  I was surprised at the distance of their arc; it was forceful, reaching right out to the middle of the road.
     I stopped beside a parked car and watched, entranced at their performance.  I'd never seen a woman pee that far before, and here were two of them having some kind of competition.  It was almost an athletics meeting, I grinned to myself.  I became excited; I could feel my erection grow in my pants, and wished I'd been standing next to a large van so I could hide behind it and jerk myself off at this live show that I was so lucky to chance upon.
     They both seemed to be in their own little world; they were giggling to each other but I couldn't make out their conversation.  When it looked as if they'd finished, I continued walking towards them, thinking they'd probably ignore me now they'd had their fun.
     "Hey, mister!" one called to me.  "Did you see us pee?"
     Feeling a bit shy, I offered her a smile.
     "Well, did you?  You were close enough to see."
     "I was very impressed."
     "Do you need to go?  Can you beat my distance?"
     "I doubt it."
     "Oh, come on.  Get it out and let's see you try."

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     Having gotten that off my chest, I'd better head back to working on my romance novella (the provisional title is Taste For Revenge)

Back again soon,

Chris

Sisters at War - sequel to Sibling Rivals

I wrote Sibling Rivals in April last year (2012) shortly after the publication of Waterlines 3.  I wasn't quite sure how long it was going to be - once I had the characters in my mind, I let them take over.  Or rather, I let my muse hold them on a light rein.  I'd always thought that the story had more potential; I didn't want Gavin to march round to Valerie's house and tell her it was all over.  She's too nice a girl to be treated that way.

So I wrote Sisters at War slowly during December - I had to look back at my diary to check when the muse first delivered the germ of the story to me.  It's a lot longer than Sibling Rivals - it runs on to more than 11,500 words and I was beginning to wonder when it would come to a stop.  Dare I say... there's the possibility of a follow-on, but that's in the hands of my muse: now that Sophie's finished Tony, she'll be pestering Gavin again soon... she knows where he lives....

Anyway, here's the blurb:

After a brief fling with Sophie, Gavin had an affair with her sister Valerie.  Although he enjoyed the physical aspects of their relationship, the two girls were always at loggerheads with each other, and Gavin was tiring of the situation.  He wanted to finish with Val, but she persuaded him that they had a future together, and invited him to lunch at her home with Sophie and her new boyfriend.  However, the obnoxious, sex-hungry Sophie had designs for the afternoon - designs which backfired in a spectacular way.  How could Val - meek and placid but not without her own sexual charms which attracted Gavin - escape from her sister and still keep her man?  And how could Gavin get the message across to Sophie that she should get out of his life forever?

EXTRACT:

     I can’t remember how we got round to talking about it, but the subject of conversation drifted round towards group sex.
     “Have you ever had more than one woman in a bed?” Sophie asked Tony.
     He paused before replying.  Drink was beginning to affect them all.  Except me.  “No,” he answered.  “You know me.  One at a time is enough.  I couldn’t cope with more.”
     “I’m with Tony there,” I grinned.  “Ladies are so demanding, and I don’t like to disappoint them.  That’s why I wouldn’t try overreaching myself.”
     All eyes turned to Val.  “Don’t look at me,” she laughed.  “I’ve never got involved in that scene.  But I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve been there,” she added, looking at Sophie.
     “I’ve tried it once,” she admitted.  “And it was a bit like sex the first time: I felt a bit let down, but eager to give it a second chance.”
     “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” her sister asked.
     “A foursome, you mean?  Why not?  You’ve got Gavin, and I have Tony.  We’ve had enough drink to feel free with ourselves, haven’t we?  And I won’t fuck your man if you don’t fuck mine.  I’m sure you have room in your bed for all of us.”
     Soon Tony yawned.
     “Had a late night last night?” I asked.  “Sophie kept you busy?”
     “No.  I went to bed early.  And alone,” he replied.  “I feel so tired.  And I don’t know why.”
     I had my own suspicions.  I looked at Sophie; she cast a worried glance at Tony.
     “Come on,” she said.  “Let’s get the plates cleared away.  Then we can have some fun.  Tony and Gavin, you can get into the bedroom and start undressing.”
     Val and I caught each other’s eyes.  .... Tony and Sophie didn’t seem to notice us.
     “Do as she says, Gavin.  For me.  I’m feeling horny.  I’m not bothered about the other two being in there with us.”
     I went into the bedroom and began undressing.  Tony was in there already, half-undressed and sprawled across the bed.  “Still feeling tired?” I chuckled.
     There was no reply.
     I went up to him.  He was fast asleep, breathing softly
     ....
     The girls were laughing in the kitchen; the noise of the dishwasher reached my ears, and then Sophie came into the bedroom and stared at Tony lying on the bed.
     “Relax.  It’s not a corpse,” I joked.  “He seems to have fallen asleep.  He’s out cold.”
     Sophie thought for a moment, and then beamed.  “Just what I’ve always wanted!  A comatose guy entirely at my mercy!  I want to see if I can jerk him off!”

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I hope you enjoy it.

Whilst I'm writing here, I must tell you that I noticed yesterday that Apple don't seem to list three of my titles on my sales page.  I believe they may be unhappy about the cover on the first Waterlines, but I can change that, although I don't know if there's a problem with the others which aren't offered for sale on Apple (Waterlines 6 and 9).  More news here when I get the answers.

Best,
Chris

Waterlines 13 won't be published. Here's why....

Hello!

The latest edition of Waterlines has just been finished and will be ready for sale in the next day or so.  I'm superstitious, so it's not going to be called Waterlines 13.  I've called it Waterlines 12A. The next one will be called Waterlines 14 - I won't break the numerical sequence again unless I write a longer, single story (like Sibling Rivals and Business Incentives).

Here's the blurb for Waterlines 12A:

Homecoming
Larry is a soldier returning from operations. After six months he's eager to see his girlfriend, but he's horny as hell and hasn't even seen a woman in six months.  Temptations are placed in his way on the journey home - can he keep his self-control, or will he succumb to any of the enticements of any of the girls he meets?

The Coach Pot
Colin is at an auction and meets Leslie, an old flame from his days when working in Oxford.  She's bidding for an antique bourdaloue; what's it for?  When she shows him, he becomes sexually excited and they re-establish their "connection".  Although he's tempted, he doesn't want a full-on relationship with her.  How can he escape?

The Men's Room
Margaret is working overtime one weekend, alone with Ted in a building.  She's sexually attracted to him for a long time and, she discovers, he feels the same way about her.  But there's a job to be done.  How can they get their act together?  Thanks to the half-finished work of the plumbing contractors, an opportunity presents itself....

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EXTRACT:

     “There’s some beer in the fridge.  Help yourself.  I’m going to change into one of my Regency outfits.”
     I went to the kitchen and cracked open a can of lager.  I heard her come out of her bedroom and throw something on an armchair.
     “You can try these on, if you like.  But take off your underpants before you wear them.  Then we’ll both be ‘in period’.”
     She’d returned to the bedroom by the time I got back to her living room.  She’d left me a pair of light grey breeches to put on.  I stripped off and tried to step into this apparel, but found them too constricting round my crotch.  “I’m sorry, Leslie, but they’re too tight.  I can’t wear them.”
     “They’re meant to be tight.  I’ll explain in a minute.  Try again.”
     I sat down and edged them up my thighs and over my hips.  When I finally stood up, I found my manhood bulged through the drop-front fly.  It was like being back at the auction, trying to suppress my erection under the catalogue.
     She emerged from her bedroom shortly, dressed beautifully in a white full-length plain gown that could easily have come from the props department of a film studio where a Jane Austen film had been produced.  Pride and Prejudice immediately sprang to mind.  Her large bust was somehow less noticeable now; she wore a high waistband, and perhaps she had taken off her bra.
     Leslie was one of life’s larger ladies but, wearing her Regency gown now, she looked truly beautiful.  She wore her hair up, too, and seemed quite a different person.
     “Wow,” I said.  “Just look at you.”
     “You like?” she asked, twirling round slowly.
     “Yes.  I’m amazed.”
     “Now I need a drink before I use my coaching pot.”
     I moved quickly to the kitchen.  “Hey, Colin.  Your butt looks good in those pantaloons.”
     “I thought they were breeches?”
     “No.  The tight-fitting fashionable ones like those were called pantaloons.”
     “I knew there was a reason you wanted me to wear them.”  I filled a glass and returned.
     “And look at your....”  She pointed down to my crotch.  “He’s struggling to get out of there, isn’t he?  Looking at the outline of your tight cock and balls is making me go wet and excited.”  Leslie drank her glass of water.
     “And now for your demonstration,” I prompted her.
     She turned and grabbed a coach pot from a shelf – I hadn’t noticed it there before – and held it up.  “Voilà la bourdaloue, Monsieur,” she announced.  It looked exactly like the items I’d seen at the auction and in the catalogue. 
     Next, Leslie raised her skirt to her waist and placed the pot between her open thighs, holding it low enough for me to watch her.

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Just in case you're wondering what a coach pot, or bourdaloue, looks like... here's one:

The Men's Room is a minor departure from my usual style in that it's written from a girl's point of view.  I started it in the usual fashion, from the guy's angle, but realised it would be more interesting from her viewpoint. 

I hope you get as much enjoyment out of reading this issue as I did when I wrote it.

All the best for 2013,
Chrissie

Waterlines 12 has just been published.

Hello again!

The Amazon Kindle and Smashwords editions of Waterlines 12 have just been published.  I hope you enjoy reading the stories - this time I managed to squeeze a third story in, which is a departure from the usual two-story format.

Here's the blurb:

Warning: Adults only.  Do not read if you're not interested in golden showers.  Three short stories, total  10,140 words. 
Watch Me, Hold Me
Jim goes on a date with Tina, his sister's old schoolfriend.  He's dated her some years before; why should this date be any different from the first one?  Can she keep him any longer this time?  How long is their relationship likely to last?  And why? 
At the Bus Stop
When a guy takes his car to a garage for repairs, he finds a strange woman who engages his attention in a kinky, spontaneous manner. She makes no secret of wanting to see him again.  But he has other ideas.... 
More Fun at the Bank
Brian returns to Julia's branch of the bank, where Anna is now in charge.  Things are going to be different now: Anna has her own agenda, and Brian is uneasy.  How is he going to exticate himself from a relationship with her?  Can he get back with Julia somehow?

And here's an extract from More Fun at the Bank to whet your appetite:

     Julia continued.  “By the way, Brian, I’d better warn you.  Anna, the girl who was my assistant at the branch, has now been made manager in my place –”
     “I know,” I said.
     “- and she fancies you.  Don’t go down the basement with her.  She’ll steal you from me.”
     “You’re jealous!” I laughed.
     “Listen, Brian.  That girl is dangerous.  She has friends in high places at the bank.  She can pull strings and manipulate people.”
     “Then why has she only just been promoted to manager?  If she has that many powerful friends, why hasn’t she been put on the bank’s fast-track programme?”
     “Because her uncle has only just been appointed chairman of the bank.”
     My jaw dropped open.  There was nothing I could say.
     The following morning, just before I left home to go to work, my mobile phone rang.  I announced my name.
     “Hello, gorgeous,” Anna replied.  “When are you coming to the branch?  There are people here who want to see you.”
     “Anna!  Hi!  Congratulations on your promotion.  How’s the new job?”
     “All right, thanks.  Now when are you coming to see us?”
     “I was planning to come tomorrow, provided I can get to see some customers.”
     “I’ve got one customer lined up for you already.  Tell me what time you’re coming and I’ll fix the appointment for you.”
     “Great.  What’s the person’s name?”
     “Anna Robinson.”
     “You?”
     “Yes, Brian.  Me.  I want to see you.  Urgently.  Can you come today, maybe?  This afternoon?”
     “I’m not sure...”
     “If this were Julia, you’d drop everything to come.  I saw you with her in the branch basement, remember.  I know what you did together.  And you promised me some of the same.  Julia’s gone now, so there’s no excuse.”
I hope to have some more stories out in January.  In the meantime, may I take this opportunity to thank you for your support during 2012, and to wish you all a very happy new year.

Best wishes
Chris

cpw@restroom.net

Waterlines 11 is out!

Hello again!

I'm pleased to announce (finally!) the publication of Waterlines 11.  As usual, it contains two short stories with golden showers/watersports content, with a tiny bit of anal sex thrown in to introduce a little variety.
I do hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Here's the blurb:

The Price to be Paid

Julia is in line for promotion - replacing her boss Alexa, who's moving to Chicago.  But there are other candidates, too.  Alexa is given authority to select her successor and chooses an unusual routine.  Instead of interviewing each candidate, she wants to spend time with each candidate's partner.  Julia's man, Paul, gets the surprise of his life when he gets invited round to meet Alexa for a couple of hours of sex.
(5350 words)

Watersports with Wendy

Colin's old friend Fiona contacts him again to arrange a date with Wendy, another girl on her "watersports list".  After some doubts about her, and some initial disappointments when he finally meets Wendy, the future could look rosy for them.  But first, she's a newbie to golden showers and he's got to get her to enjoy the fetish.  And, in return, she shows him her special routine with her dining table.... 
(4650 words)

EXTRACT:

        I was thoroughly ashamed of myself as I drove home.  I forced myself to put the events of the whole sordid evening behind me.
        The following evening, when I arrived back from the office, Julia ran to the door and flung her arms round me.  “I’ve got it!  I’ve got the job!”
        “Well done, Julia.  Congratulations.  But there was never any doubt in my mind that you’d get it.”
        “Paul, it’s amazing that you have such confidence in me.  I was beginning to think that the post had gone to someone else.  But the crazy thing is... I didn’t have an interview for the opening.  I thought I’d get a two-hour grilling from Alexa.”
        No, Julia, I thought.  It was I who had the two-hour grilling with Alexa.  But that was something she’d never know about.  “That’s great!” I beamed.  “Now we have something to celebrate.”
        “Yes.  Don’t take your coat off.  We’re going out now.  It’s my treat.  And later, when we get to bed, I’ve got another treat waiting for you...” she grinned slyly.
        Next morning, I turned on my PC and went through my emails, and I noticed one from Alexa Walker.  What did she want? I wondered.  Surely she wasn’t expecting a repeat performance from me before she finally flew off to Chicago?

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I must apologise to those readers who use Apple for any delay they experienced in getting hold of Waterlines 10 - I'd placed a link to a competitor in the Apple version which they didn't like.  It's removed now, and I'll be sure not to let this happen again.

Until next time,
Best
Chrissie