I am happy to report — and forgive me if this comes across wrong, I’m just very relieved — that despite my self-imposed two-month layoff I have not been forgotten by my readers. My latest book, Desperate Hot Futa Wife, went live this morning. By mid-afternoon it had reached a ranking of 25 for Erotica/Lesbian and 40 in LGBT/Transgender. It has since moved up to 28 and 45 but I’ll live with that. I’m happy it was bought/read at all haha. Seriously. Thank you to those who do read my work. I would kiss each and every one of you if I could just track you down.
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Desperate Hot Futa Wife Book 1: Relief LIVE
Advice to my writer friends: if you are like me and have a specific routine you use in writing… certain location, certain hours, certain method… never take a two-month sabbatical. It was hell getting back into the swing of my process. Sheesh.
That said, Desperate Hot Futa Wife Book 1: Relief is available for Amazon Kindle.
Plot
Miho had a problem. A husband out of work and a dwindling bank account. They couldn’t afford to wait for him to find a new job. Something had to be done now, and it was going to get done by her.
When a beautiful milf rescues her from public humiliation Miho felt duty bound to repay her. The method may have been unconventional but it was effective.
Pointed in the direction of a possible long-term solution for her financial woes, Miho sets off for a life-changing meeting.
This is a 7,000-word story of a futanari taking matters into her own hands and contains futa sex, lesbian encounter, and a threesome.
Excerpt
Janette and Amy met her at the door. Janette beamed and invited her into the room with a wave. Amy stood behind the taller quietly, studying the shapely futa.
“So glad you came. We asked for someone fresh and beautiful. And how you do fill the bill. Miho is it?”
“Yes,” Miho answered as she looked around the beautifully appointed house. Very expensively furnished.
“What do you think, Amy? Does she fill the bill?”
“Yes, Mistress. She fills the bill quite nicely.”
“How can I be of service?” she asked nervously. She hated this . . . this whoring herself out. But she had to do something. Her husband couldn’t, so it was up to her.
“Just watch, darling. That’s all.” Miho looked between the two women. They were well dressed and lovely. The smaller one kept her eyes downcast while the taller was obviously in charge. They made small talk while Amy poured wine. Nothing specific, just a general relaxing chat with each other.
“Well,” Janette finally said after the wine was gone, standing. “Shall we?”
Janette and Amy walked into the bedroom, a trail of discarded clothing marking the way for Miho to follow. She resisted the urge to pick them up and fold neatly. Not her job. Her job was to watch. This is so odd, she thought.
“Get on the bed, dear,” Janette said when Amy drew near. Her short blonde hair was stylishly mussed – model perfect. Her lingerie – white thigh high stockings, bra and panties blended with the lacy corset to present a pale vision. Janette looked on hungrily while her lean legs scaled the high mattress. Dark eyes drank in the loveliness as she positioned herself in the middle, bright eyes eagerly returning the smoldering look.
Miho stepped into the room. A chair had been set in a location to watch all the action. She sat quietly, knees together, hands resting on top. Janette’s long hair ran down her back. All she had on was a tiny patch of white panties. Her breasts stood proudly.
By the end of this book I finally was comfortable and ready to roll. <whew> Never again. If nothing else I’ll write love letters by the ream.
Check Desperate Hot Futa Wife out.
A Bunch of Reviews
I just checked my Amazon’s Author Central page for any new reviews and received a shock. A reader, Chris Hughes, has read a buttload of my books over the holiday period. I am honored. What really impressed me was he took the time to review each of the books in a fair and honest manner. No blanket 5s, no blanket 1s. Each was considered individually and rated individually.
What this revealed to me is that each of us brings our likes and dislikes to a read. I’m the same author, yet I keep throwing different personalities, situations, kinks, anything I can think of to vary my plotlines and characters. Some are more romance and sweetness, some delve into BDSM, some lightness and loving and some filled with pain. He liked one, not the other. And he said so. And that is how it should be. As a reader, I tend to stick with one thing. But in writing, everything is fair game. In my mind, then, I am properly spreading my skills in such a way as to reach the widest possible audience.
So thank you, Chris Hughes, for taking the time to not only read my work but to provide feedback to authors. We thrive on them. I thrive on them.
Mother Superior Book 3: Confrontation LIVE
Those vampires are at it again. In Mother Superior Book 3: Confrontation they just escape their pursuers, move to another home only to find out they are being tracked. Aurora is teaching her fledgling and lover Diavola how to stalk. Sister Shannon runs into the vampire hunters at a grocery store and rushes to tell Aurora. She has an idea. Can Diavola pull it off?
Blurb
The vampire family of Aurora, Diavola and Shannon had fled ahead of the hunters of Deacon Rowe. Aurora has the duty of fending off his attacks and providing for their safety, all while training the fledgling Diavola. Could she avoid a confrontation? Or were they destined to meet them head on. When the decisive moment comes a surprising Diavola solves their problem.
This is a 7,500-word book about futa and vampire love. It contains inter-species sex and blood.
Excerpt
The two dark clad figures crossed the deserted road that passed the ancient edifice. They entered the park where Aurora waited, grinning, naked, skin gleaming in the moonlight. Her mate has performed well. Hunting. Stalking. Now procuring her futa feeding. Aurora was pleased.
The meal came to stand in front of Aurora. She presented her neck, pulling aside her cowl to access. Diavola moved to their side to observe. When the vampire’s fangs popped through the skin Diavola felt a surge herself, a jealousy, a sympathetic need to feed. She pushed it aside. Her Maker was paramount.
Aurora’s eyes stared dreamily at Diavola communicating understanding between them. A passion now shared, the feedback grew stronger like bad audio at a rock concert. Diavola sensed the change in herself. Just minutes before there was compassion for the young futa nun. A remembrance of her past life. Now there was just hunger. Even lust. She had come into her own.
As the hot fluid poured down Aurora’s throat she closed her eyes to relish the flavor. Sweet, innocent, pure . . . the blood of a futa dedicated to chastity. As her stomach filled so did her vampire cock. It grew, thickened, lengthened and began a slow throbbing. It reached its limit. Then the futa blood kicked in. As Diavola watched the large erection morphed into a truly gigantic cock with thick ropes of veins coursing around the shaft. Balls grew and dangled.
Diavola’s passion grew strong, threatening to overtake her. Only her steely determination kept it under control. The play of emotions across Aurora’s face drew her to move close . . . close enough to smell the sweet aroma of blood.
Join in the adventure. Pick up Confrontation on Amazon. Smell the blood.
Club Futa Book 1: The Meet LIVE
Inspired by my SL experiences, Club Futa Book 1: The Meet is just the beginning of this series. The sexy young futa has been cast out from her family for having transitioned. Alone, broke, scared, she has a room at a fleabag hotel next to a club. To escape the dreariness of the hot sheet hotel she goes to that club and meets two people who will change her life. An abusive domme named Tawny and a beautiful older African-American club owner Kylie.
Worn down by a life of disappointment Kylie is determined to stay out of the girl’s business even as she watches her leave with Tawny. But she was immediately drawn to the futa, her beauty and her demeanor moved her in ways not felt in years.
I wrote this in a new way for me. Not sure if I was successful, only reviews will tell me. A Facebook friend Michael Martine had shared a post on writing in first person. I realized that, unless I’ve forgotten, I’ve never written in first person. I’ve tried a few times but always went back and switched to third person after a few pages. So I decided on a specific approach: the main character, Kylie, is first person. All other characters are third person. Somehow I managed to get through this episode without throwing anything across the room, so I’ll continue in this vein for future books in this series.
Blurb
When Belle, a sexy young futanari wanders into Kylie’s club the life of both will take a turn. Kylie, a beautiful African-American is determined to stay out of the girl’s business even when the slimy Tawny makes a move on the demure Japanese.
Introduced to the rough end of BDSM without proper training and understanding, Belle feels trapped by circumstances. Can she break away or is she doomed to submit to an unfeeling domme? Will anyone come to her rescue? Does she deserve to be saved? Her parents had driven her from her home . . . why should anyone else care?
This is the first of a series noting the meeting of Kylie and Belle. How will their love progress?
This is a 7,200-word story of love and BDSM and contains scenes of hopelessness, abuse and interracial budding romance.
Excerpt
“This is going to be fun,” Tawny said as they walked down the wooden steps leading into the basement. The concrete floor had a glossy paint that reflected the glow from the incandescent overhead light hanging from a wooden beam. It was an unfinished space, basically just a large area for items the likes of which Belle had never seen. Their rough finish showed great use.
In the middle of the room was a large barrel. A terrycloth pad set on the top. Four anchors were spaced around it. It was obviously the center of attention and deserved its own glowing yellow light. It drew attention from the various buckles and hooks, and an X-shaped cross nearby. The light pooled in a circle around the wooden barrel darkened from sweat and blood.
“You know what this is,” Tawny said indicating the object. Belle shook her head negatively “Come on, with your culture? You’re Japanese. It’s in your blood.”
“I’ve never been out of Iowa, Miss.”
“Well, you’re going to like this. You are now my possession. You have submitted to all of my demands. This is your final exam . . . to see how you follow commands.”
Belle wanted to escape, to run up the stairs and out of this madhouse. But she knew there was no way. Walking out would put her in the hands of a hostile world. No money . . . no family . . . no prospects. She would have to trust her Mistress. It was a small price to pay for life itself.
Come join me in this erotic romance. I’m sure my agent will be fielding television offers soon. Be there at the beginning. Club Futa Book 1: The Meet available at Amazon.
Mother Superior Book 2: Decisions LIVE
It’s alive! The vamp is back. Mother Superior Book 2: Decisions is available online. My vampire series moves along with this installment. Diavola, the futa Mother Superior, has to decide her next move in the fight against the vampire Aurora. The decision shocks Diavola’s assistant/lover Sister Shannon. Didn’t shock me. I read my outline. What would you do with the choice: eternal youth or certain death?
I flesh out… so to speak… my vampire mythos with the transition ceremony and first feeding. Warning: blood is involved.
[NOTE: a question has been raised about the photo I used on the cover. Just to protect myself I will be uploading a new version. The link to Amazon will remain the same.]
Blurb
The aging futa Mother Superior Diavola has a decision to make. Stay true to her calling as the facilitator and mentor to young futanari as they enter their new lives, or to toss it all aside for the siren call of eternal youth.
As she and her faithful African-American assistant prepare to meet their adversary, the vampire Aurora, the decision had been made. The die was cast and their adventure was about to begin.
This is a 7,300-word story containing futa and vampire sex. There will be blood.
Excerpt
The ceremony begins. Ancient beyond comprehension they stripped their clothes and tossed aside. The dark room couldn’t hid the bodies framing their sensuality. Futa and vampire melded into one. Aurora’s arms wrapped the nun from behind, one hand sliding across warm flesh to grasp a giant breast as the other took a firm hold of the futa cock jutting proudly.
Long incisors sank deep into the neck with an audible pop. Mother showed no reaction, no indication of pain. Instead she held her neck bent at an angle in surrender. Aurora at first closed her eyes in ecstasy as hot blood poured into her mouth The first swallow was always the sweetest.
Sister stared, mouth agape. It was almost obscene, like the vampire was making love to her superior, her friend, her beloved. Their intertwining of limbs as Mother reached to grasp Aurora’s ass completed the tableau. Precum poured from the dark red cock onto the floor. Sister licked her lips. Tasty. She hated to see the waste.
After several minutes Aurora pulled away, delicately wiping a smudge of blood from her lips and licking a stained finger. Shannon grew weak in the knees. On one hand she wanted to grab the knife and drive it into the monster’s heart to protect her loved one. On the other she desired to be lying under their bodies allowing their juices to dribble into her mouth.
Explore with me the growing relationship between Mother Superior and her Maker, Aurora. They are just getting a good start on their adventure. Book 2: Decisions on Amazon.
Review of Mother Superior Book 1: Futa v. Vampire
I don’t mind telling you I was nervous when Bryce Calderwood posted a review of Futa v. Vampire. It was his books starting with Enthralled that got me interested in combining the futa with the vampire. His take… oh my friends… was unlike any vampire tale you have ever read in your life. No elegant vamps in tuxedos. I had to be sure nothing of his seeped into my own ideas.
So his 4-star review thrills me. I’m on the right track in building the legend of my own ‘creatures of the night.’
Hot and erotic vampire/futa September 21, 2016
A good beginning to a promising series. Tons of constant futa action. Interesting vampire lore. Enjoyed it a lot. Ready for the next!
I will be posting book 2 to Amazon today. Just finishing up the edits when I ran across this review. I had to take a moment to squeee. Thanks, Master. I kneel at your workstation. (Bryce does DD/ls BDSM, too.)
Mother Superior Book 1: Futa v. Vampire LIVE
(Can you call a book about a vampire LIVE? Just a point to ponder.) Regardless, Mother Superior Book 1: Futa v. Vampire has indeed gone live and is available on Amazon. Mother Superior (Futanari Convent Book 1: Transition) starts a new series with this entry. As the gatekeeper to futadom, shepherding young ladies into their new life after metamorphosis, Mother is beginning to feel her age. Her young wards have gone on to successful careers trumpeting the rights of the futanari while she remains.
In the seat of power — Washington — a young lobbyist flush with a legislative victory finds herself with six missing minutes after a walk home. Why are six minutes significant? And since Mother is in DC for a TV interview the lobbyist’s doctor contacts her with concerns. Those concerns set actions into motion that power the rest of the story.
Back in the convent, Mother is revitalizing herself by having her young assistant make love to her… futa love… messy love. When informed of yet another attack she is determined to find and kill the creature once and for all. But after meeting the beautiful red-head, will she be able to go through with it?
Blurb
An aging Mother Superior Diavola has left the Futanari Convent to visit her proteges in Washington, DC. She is proud of the success they are having pushing forward the futa agenda. But while there disturbing facts come out. A vampire is attacking futa and taking their blood. Can Mother cease making love to her assistant long enough to find and stop this creature before it attacks again? She pours over ancient texts seeking the method for destroying it. But after meeting the beautiful red-haired vampire, does she really want to? Is there another path they can take?
This is a 6,600-word story about a sexy futa, her equally hot associate and a gorgeous vampire temptress and contains explicit sex between mythical creatures.
Excerpt
“Now watch.” With a flick of her eyes Sister stood, her large breasts wobbling. She walked to Aurora, turned her head and bent to one side presenting her neck. The vampire delicately held an ear aside. With an audible pop her teeth sank into the flesh. Her throat muscles worked as she sucked the blood. Sister made no indication there was any pain.
Mother was transfixed at the sight. She found it oddly erotic, this exchange of life-giving fluid. Aurora held Sister closely, a hand cupping one of the breasts hanging enticingly from her meal. A small trickle of blood escaped her mouth and traced a crimson path against the rich dark skin.
A few minutes passed with Mother finding herself aroused at the tableau before her. Unconsciously she moved her engorged cock to one side so she could delve into her drooling pussy. Aurora was aware She closely watched Mother’s motions even as she massaged Sister’s swollen nipples.
Aurora pulled free, a finger swiping the remnant from her lips, smacking loudly. Then she wet her finger and wiped along the bite marks. They sealed instantly.
“So you feel it, don’t you,” she said, watching Diavola explore her womanhood. “You feel the sensuality, the passion of sharing life for however long that sharing takes. You’re beginning to understand.”
Sister had begun to feel herself, hands trailing over her body, writhing. Her breasts swelled against her palms and a low moan of passion came from somewhere within. Mother echoed her as Aurora smiled.
Join me for this ride as Mother wrestles with morality and mortality. Book 1: Futa v. Vampire at Amazon. Oh, and how about the book cover… too subtle?
Bryce Calderwood Review of “It’s A Futa Life Book 1: Fresh Start
Holy cow, I’m always honored when someone the calibre of Bryce reviews one of my books. He gave Fresh Start a 4-star review and I’m squeeeeing all over myself. I’ll clean that up later.
Hot futanari erotica with great characters September 3, 2016A hot and hopeful read about a futanari who finds herself falling for a female cop and then almost loses her. I think it would be fair to call this romantic erotica rather than “just” erotica due to the developing relationship between the futa and cop. Erotic romance as a label might be going too far. It does hit some romance plot points but it’s pretty solid erotica. Ms. Belucci does a good job of hitting all the aspects to futanari sex that futa lovers love about it. The writing is highly competent and economical where it counts, and I don’t recall seeing any errors.
Thank you, Bryce.
It’s A Futa Life Book 3: Celebration LIVE
Well I did it again. I went and finished It’s A Futa Life Book 3: Celebration which tells of Cynthia, the futa and her lover, Anna, the deputy sheriff. I just can’t help myself. In Book 2 (Book 2: Interruption) a terrorist had broken into Cynthia and Anna’s house to commit a heinous murder as part of a campaign of fear. Cynthia heroically ended that in a hail of bullets. Now in Book 3 they are spending their time in each other’s arms. Basking under the sun, a friend from the office stops by to see them. Before she knows it she is in the midst of a threesome. Awww, poor thing. And that’s just the beginning of their sexual adventures.
Blurb
The aftereffects of the horrendous occurrence of book 2 are over. The crime scene is cleaned up. The deputy sheriff, Anna, is spending her days delightfully in the presence of her futa lover, Cynthia. Sun, beach, their love grows physically and emotionally in delightful ways.
When Jen from the office stops by their beach house their life takes a fun and sexy turn. Does this mark a change in their relationship? Or just an addition. And when they meet an exciting redhead will they invite her to join in?
This is a 7,100-word story about a sexy futa, her deputy sheriff lover and their expanding universe of sexual fun and games. It contains futanari, threesome sex, oral, anal but NO BDSM.
Excerpt
They sat side by side on the bed anxiously watching the bathroom door. Robin had arrived earlier with a small suitcase. That had surprised them but also peaked their curiosity. It was night. The French doors leading out to the deck were open wide, inviting the cooling sea breeze in.
“This is going to be fun, love,” Anna said.
“I think so. I never knew I would enjoy this kind of thing, but Jen was such an eyeopener. I thought maybe we should try again.”
“Good thinking. Life is too fucking short.”
“By the way, though. Just so you’re certain about something,” Cynthia said, turning her body to Anna’s. “I love you. I love you with my whole heart like I’ve never loved anyone before. I cannot imagine a life without you. Not to dwell, but when I thought you were going to be killed a little piece of me died. My life is yours, darling. My heart is yours.” Anna teared up and started to say something when the door opening caught their attention.
The shy, demure redhead from the diner stepped into the room. Her body was covered from ankle to neck in shiny black latex. The moonlight reflected from the skintight costume highlighting every subtle curve. And there were many delightful curves to highlight. Her impossibly high heels made her loom tall, taller than either Cynthia or Anna. Her copper hair was slicked and pulled tight to her skull.
She took a wide stance just short of the bed facing the two gaping women. Holding tightly to the handle of a long riding crop she smacked it noisily into her gloved hand. The sound made both of them jump.
“Now, bitches. Where shall we start?
So there you have it. I’m thinking seriously about a Book 4 where they really explore their dark side. I’ve also come up with a solution to my conundrum concerning Mother Superior (Futanari Convent) and a vampire with a taste for futa blood. So while I decide, enjoy yourself with It’s A Futa Life Book 3: Celebration.
Isabella Belucci 