Blue Futanari: The Series

Cum and get it for free!

Alright, the new series has begun.  Yes, I know, I probably should have made the earlier blog post long before I made it to final edits on the second book of the series, but...hrmmm, yeah, I'm not too good on timing of things.  It happens.

So, futanari.  Wow, this was a blast to write.  I mean, seriously, I have had orgasms while writing, well, not while writing, but during writing, but this series?  I have had to stop more than once to, um, you know, finish myself off... (and then it's all sticky fingers and drenched panties...)

For the first time in a long time, a character in a story kind of launched off and told the story herself.  Alexys Sans, archeologist and, now, supplicant was on a dig in Peru at a temple.  Her life was good.  Big dig, career making finds, happy and beautiful girlfriend, etc., but after falling down a shaft and into a burial chamber...things only get better.

These stories are completely different in just about every way from anything I have ever written before.  I mean, a woman with a both a vagina and a cock that is ridiculously long and eager to please?  Cum on, baby please!

Like the caption says, the first story in the series is free.  Click the link and go get it and then let me know what you think.  :)

Futa, Futanari, Sexual Transformation

I have been toying with a new idea.  I stumbled across an interesting genre recently, one that I had never heard of before and, after sampling a little here and there via some helpful redditors and a couple Google searches...I think I have a story.

The genre is called: Futanari.

Depending on who you ask, the idea is pretty simple.  The stories follow a character, usually a woman, who possesses both genitalia - the stories focus on a number of different aspects as to why and how the character is or becomes a futa, but the main focus is erotic and/or pornographic.

Simplistically: 

Futanari (ふたなり^?, seldom: 二形, 双形, literally: ‚dual form‘, 二成, 双成, literally: [to be of] two kinds), is the Japanese word for hermaphroditism, which is also used in a broader sense for androgyny.^[1][2]
Beyond Japan the term is used to describe a commonly pornographic genre of computer games, comics and animations, which includes characters that show both primary sexual characteristics.^[1] In today's language it refers almost exclusively to characters who have an overall feminine appearance. In that case the term is also often abbreviated as futa(s), which is occasionally also used as a generalized term for the works itself.^[2]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futanari

So, I have been working on a story.  It's not like anything else I have ever written and I have enjoyed multiple orgasms just writing it!  It's quite a bit longer than my usual stories which is interesting in and of itself, but it has also been fascinating to explore the ideal of a character possessing both genitalia. 

I am curious to know what you, my readers, think of the idea.  Have you ever read any futanari?   If not, is it something that you would read?  If so, why?  What do you find interesting?  What is your favorite part or aspect of the idea? 

Exploring new things is one of my favorite things to do and this one has been a crazy ride, it's such a turn on, I mean, I'm not going to lie, I have wondered about having a cock more than once. 

Hit up the comments, I am very curious as to what you think!  More soon.

pic from: here

Chase Meeks: The Breakup

 

 

Chase Meeks: The Breakup...

is live on Smashwords and Amazon!  This is the first part of an erotic series that is outlined to be three books as it stands, but may end up being one more.  :) 

The story is a departure from my normal wham-bam style which, I hope, works well and people like.  It is told, first person, by our male protagonist, Chase, and comes complete with footnotes.  Footnotes?  I know, it's something new I thought I would try out.

Like I said, the story is told in a first-person narrative and I thought footnotes made some of Chase's thoughts more clear, funnier, and added a nice little icing on the story.  It's something I have never seen before in erotica and I would love to know what everyone things of it.

Anyway, there is tons of new stuff coming out before the holidays, keep checking back and, as always, THANKS FOR READING.

Here is a snippet from the story.  Enjoy!

I left Economics 212 and stood in the hallway with my campus map desperately trying to find Advanced Algebra 210.  Glancing up, I saw a few other kids doing the same thing, stumbling out of classrooms like they had wandered into the wrong bathroom. Finally I found it, second floor of the building I was standing in.

Running like a man being chased by wolves², I hit the staircase, rounded two corners, dodged countless other lost souls, and blasted through the large wooden door that led to the class I needed. 

I was late.

The door closed behind me with a loud clank that echoed around the room and I realized the error of my ways. 

Every face in the room turned toward me, hundreds of them, all dusky blue sitting under the dimmed lights and projector shadow.  My heart dropped somewhere around my nuts. 

I glanced at the screen that hung along the front of the class.  It was covered in equations, long, hand-drawn equations in black marker.  The lecture had already begun.

I turned and looked at the teacher on the little stage at the bottom of the stadium seating. 

She met my eyes with a smile.  “It’s okay,” she said.  “Please tell me that you need Advanced Algebra 210.”

“Um,” My mind went blank.  Everything stopped.  Nothing in my head seemed to be working³.  I just stood there and stared at her for a few seconds.  She was gorgeous, unbelievably gorgeous.  No, I am serious, she was like an actress on television, too pretty, the kind of woman you hardly ever see out in the real world.

I took her in.⁴ 

She was younger than I thought a college professor could be.  She was older than me, but I couldn’t tell by how much, five years?  Maybe ten?  The age just made her hotter though.⁵

Standing there in black skirt, black shoes, and white blouse she was perfect.  I couldn’t get stop staring – long blond hair pulled back in a bun, thick-rimmed glasses, lips that looked like she was constantly pouting, and a body that said she spent a lot of time at the gym.  Smitten doesn’t describe what I felt.  I couldn’t breathe.

“Right?  You are looking for Advanced Algebra 210?”  Her voice broke through the hypnosis. 

I don’t know how long I had been standing there but my heart was racing.  “Alegra!  Advanced Algebra 210!  Yes!” 

The entire room chuckled but this time I didn’t feel like dropping everything and running away.  This time I joined in and laughed at myself.  I not only deserved their laughter, I understood it.  I was a wreck of a human being.  She had stopped me cold in my tracks, broken my brain for a second or two. 

What the fuck is wrong with me?  Why can’t I speak in complete sentences?  Is she really the professor, maybe she’s the professor’s aid or assistant, they do that right?  What was that look in her eye?  Was there a look in her eye?  How about that cute girl in the second row, she was checking me out.⁶

“Alright,” the professor smiled.  “Go ahead and find a seat.  We are on page six of the text if you brought it, if not just follow along.  This is just review stuff.”  Her voice was warm and understanding.