It’s A Futa Life Book 1: Fresh Start LIVE

A Futa Life 1My latest series begins: It’s A Futa Life Book 1: Fresh Start. Cynthia is  attacked by bigoted thugs in Washington, DC. Fearful of another such event she flees the big city, opting for a small community in the Florida panhandle. No one knows her.She knows no one. Her new life will be a clean slate.

She meets Anna, a beautiful deputy sheriff. There’s a mutual attraction… and so we’re off on a new romance full of love and lust, pain and passion.

Blurb

Cynthia suffered a horrifying experience at the hands of thugs merely because she is a futanari. Frightened of a repeat occurrence, possibly with mortal consequences, she flees the city of Washington, DC and heads for a small town in the Florida panhandle. It’s new. No one knows her, she knows no one. Here she can start anew and rebuild her life.

When she meets Anna, an attractive deputy sheriff, she feels an immediate attraction. It becomes quickly apparent that the feelings are mutual. Each are isolated in their own existence. Can they overcome their loneliness and make a success of what they have begun?

When a series of terroristic explosions involving the police come across the news, Cynthia is frantic with worry. She can’t reach Anna no matter how many times she calls. Is Anna alright, or is this romance to be nipped in the bud?

Excerpt

“This has been a wonderful day, Cynthia. Thanks for having me over.”

“It has been my pleasure. In the short time we’ve known each other I feel a real kinship.”

“Me, too. I’ve felt so isolated at work. All those blustery leering men around. To finally meet someone like you . . . sweet, gentle, loving . . . I feel my life becoming complete. I hope I’m not scaring you with my feelings,” Anna said, studying her face.

“Not at all. It’s been years since I have felt safe. Anywhere. Yet here, with you, I’m at peace.”

“I like that,” she said, smiling. Anna wrapped her arms around Cynthia’s waist and brushed her lips against her neck. She had a soapy smell from the shower combined with an odor of spices from cooking. Cynthia moaned softly and closed her eyes. Her hand caressed Anna’s breasts. Anna eased Cynthia back onto the mattress and loomed over her, looking into her eyes. Tears formed.

“Sorry,” Anna murmured, “it’s been a long time since I felt this way.”

“Me too, darling.”

Anna lifted Cynthia’s crop top over her head exposing her ample bosom. Her finger circled a nipple causing it to swell. She had discovered the left was much more sensitive than the right and used that in her ministrations. When one became too sensitive she switched, continuing the pleasure yet offering relief. After a short time white milk began leaking from the left. She smeared it around the areola, then dipped her head to lick at it. Cynthia responded by tangling her hand in Anna’s hair to pull tighter.

“So tasty,” Anna sighed. Cynthia smiled and mewled her happiness.

Anna’s hand found Cynthia’s jean shorts leg and followed the thigh to its juncture. Heat from the futa genitalia led her to a swollen clit. She pushed on it. It stood proud. As she pulsed against the tight nub Cynthia groaned deep in her chest, a rumbling sound of passion. A gush of honey oozed from the wet cunt coating Anna’s fingers. She brought the finger to her mouth and sucked noisily, licking between long fingers to get every drop.

Join in the first of several episodes at It’s A Futa Life Book 1: Fresh Start on Amazon. I promise you’ll sweat.

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