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?
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.”
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.
The address is firstname.lastname@example.org
Until next time,