31 March 2015

Demon's Embrace [Excerpt 3]

“You could only be Veronica Hudson, the legendary demon hunter,” she says to me. As her delicious lips move, I see her canines are fangs. I smirk at hearing this.

“Who says I’m a legend?”

“Everyone in Hell.”

“Well, I guess that’s something. People here hate me.”

“Oh, make no mistake, my pet, we hate you in Hell, too, worry yourself not on that account. But we love you, too. We’re complicated like that. You see, there’s a very exclusive club in Hell, and everyone’s dying to get in.”

“That’s why you spawned so close to the agency.”

“That’s my clever Veronica.”

“I guess today is your lucky day,” I say to her. She raises an eyebrow and cocks her head. “How so?”

“You get to start an even more exclusive club,” I say, the faintest glimmerings of a colossally stupid idea forming in my head.

I move my hand slowly so she can see it and insert my fingers into my sopping wet pussy with a wet sound. I move them around a couple seconds, pleasuring myself in the process. Then I gently slide them out with my fingers still slightly hooked and together so they hold as much of my juices as possible.

I raise my fingers to her mouth. It’s dripping down my arm. At the last moment I’m afraid she won’t go for it, but her mouth opens and out from between her fangs comes a long dark purple tongue. Really long, ending in a point. She doesn’t take those pink eyes off me as her mouth opens even wider and her prehensile tongue spirals around my dripping fingers. It tightens its grip around my fingers, like a tiny snake. I feel her tongue pull on them, she pulls them into her mouth. I don’t resist. Her mouth closes around my fingers and finally she releases me from the gaze of those hypnotic eyes by closing them as she tastes me.

I feel her tongue uncurl from my fingers and slither up and down the length of my fingers in her mouth. I spread my fingers apart just enough for her to flick her tongue between them. I feel another surge of juice building up in my pussy, getting ready to spill out. She sighs loudly through her nose as she tastes my juices on her tongue and I feel something thump into my inner thigh. Her cock is semi-erect, bowed and pointing slightly downward, it throbs and bumps against my leg each time. Milky precum burbles out of it, smearing across my skin and running hotly down my bare thigh.

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28 March 2015

Demon's Embrace [Excerpt 2]

I pick back up on the succubus juice trail and follow it, resisting the urge to dip my fingers in it and smell it, taste it. Not sure why now, of all times, I have this urge, but I do and it’s powerful bad. Something to do with not being under Ben’s watchful eye, perhaps? Ben and I had followed a set of very strict rules when it came to demon hunting. One of the reasons Ben survived in the field as long as he did is because he followed them religiously. In fact, they’re his rules, he created them.

Rule 1: Never listen to anything a demon says.

Rule 2: Never accept any gifts from a demon.

Rule 3: Never have carnal knowledge of a demon.

But Ben isn’t around anymore, is he? I imagine he would react in horror if he saw me stretching out my hand to the fluids glistening on the floor. Would this count as carnal knowledge? Or accepting a gift?

I smear my fingertips through the fluids, leaving a trail in them, which slowly closes behind.

It’s warm.

As I raise my fingertips to my face, a couple strings trail down, like freshly-spun spider silk. My hand gets closer to my face. My fingers are inches away from my nose. I see the clear, viscous coating marbled with ribbons of milk throughout.  Slowly I breathe in through my nose to take in its scent, and I’m hit with a wave of lust as I smell the sex coiled up within its musk. The scent is so powerful I can taste it in the back of my mouth. I swallow reflexively and before I realize what I’m doing, my mouth is opening, my tongue is out as far as I can extend it in order to make as much contact with my fingers as I can. What am I doing? But I know what I’m doing. I’m doing something I’ve always wanted to do and never did because Ben would've said “No.” You can’t help but love your brother, but Ben, you were a real asshole, so fuck you.

Now I do what I want.

I stroke my tongue over my two fingers as if they were a cock. I feel the warm syrup coating my tongue. Close my lips around the base of my fingers and slowly withdraw them from my mouth. A thin string of it drips from my lips and hangs off my chin. I insert them again. It tastes like every sex I’ve ever had. It tastes like smoke and fire and regret and blood. With my fingers still hooked into my mouth, I swallow audibly, loudly in the silent hallway, feeling the back of my mouth contract around the tips of my fingers. I’m swiping my fingers through the viscous syrup again and this time I tilt my head back and shake my red hair out of my face. I hold my hand up over my open mouth, and let it drizzle like honey onto the middle of my tongue, where it pools for a second before sliding down my throat.

I’m slurping demon cum off the fucking floor. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m under no compulsion that isn’t made of my own desire. It’s not just succubus pussy juice and precum I’m tasting.

It’s a strange new kind of freedom I never had before.


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Demon's Embrace Opening Lines [Excerpt]

Imagine her in 1940s clothing
and you'd have my Veronica.

My name is Veronica Hudson, and I’m a demon hunter, although my business card says I’m a private investigator.

There aren’t many of us.

This is because corporeal demons are rare. Also because most rookie demon hunters don’t survive their first encounter, and those that do either quit immediately thereafter, or they don’t survive their second encounter. Getting killed by a demon doesn’t leave much of you left to bury. It just might be the most dangerous job in the world, with a near 100% mortality rate on the first day of fieldwork. Perfect for me, since I’m not fit for anything else.

All in all, I’ve sent sixteen of them screaming back to Hell.

I’m the best there is.

The Hudson & Hudson Investigations agency looks normal enough when you walk in. The letterhead is painted smartly on the frosted glass of the door. Just within, Darlene Rivers sits at the reception desk. I don’t think she knows just how beautiful she really is. If you sneak up quietly and open the door quickly, you might catch her hand flying up from underneath her desk. She’ll blush uncontrollably, velvet black curls bouncing, hoping like hell you didn’t see that. She might put a finger to her mouth without thinking and you’ll notice it’s glistening wet and she’s sucking on it and oh, God, this is probably where I should tell you I like both women and men.

This is only a first draft, everything's subject to change, yadda yadda yadda. Your reactions and feedback are appreciated.

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26 March 2015

What the Monster Erotica Crackdown 2 Years Ago Can Teach You

In 2013, this happened: MONSTER PORN: Amazon Cracks Down On America’s Latest Sex Fantasy

The article still offers much instruction for aspiring erotica authors about what to do and what not to do if you want to keep your smut selling nicely off of Amazon's virtual shelves.

You might expect such an article to be a witch hunt, but it's very fair and even-handed. What we find out is that it's not the contents of the books Amazon (and other sellers) object to. They're under no obligation to sell something just because you want to sell it through them. They're a private business and they can do what they want.

What does Amazon want?

Money. All your money. Everyone's money, for everything.

What does Amazon not want?

To divert expensive labor hours into dealing with complaints about such books by puritanical mouthbreathers with an overdeveloped self-righteous indignation gland. It doesn't want to be forced into spending extra labor dollars dealing with problems because erotica writers are being greedy and stupid. If you can't write a blurb for your book that isn't full of filth and trips every adult filter on the planet while still conveying what your story's about--and that it's erotic, you're not much of a writer, are you?

Why be crass when you can have class? Here's the most instructive point of the article:
Ebooks featuring incest and rape tend to share a singular defining feature: sexually explicit and poorly produced covers. The way for monster erotica to survive, she thinks, is to "dress it up like fantasy." No more trashy illustrations. "My covers are pretty classy," she says. "It's all a facade, of course. My plots are depraved. They're definitely not for kids or grandmothers. But I put it in a glossy package, so it doesn't offend anybody who's just searching through Amazon.
That right there, my pervy friends, is the magic formula. The key to remaining on the virtual shelves and selling books.

My stories feature futanri demons and angels. They are female but in addition to female genitalia, they also have male genitalia, which is usually ridiculously out of proportion to reality. Sometimes even with anatomy borrowed from our equine friends. A more delicate way to put that would be to say they have gigantic fucking horse cocks. Sometimes, more than one.

Hey, what would you expect from a demon, something cute and nice?


Nor am I going to use those words in any of the series' book titles.

I hate shit that's not classy.

Put another way: I absolutely adore the combination of the classy with the deeply depraved. Love, love, love, love it. Stupid ugly raunchy book covers? Hate them. Ugly-ass websites with lame graphics tiled in the backgrounds? They burn my eyes.

The title of my first book isn't going to be I Fucked a Futanari Demon. It's Demon's Embrace. You know it's going to have demon lovin' in it but that title won't trip any adult filters. My blurbs will not be explicit, and neither will the covers. They'll be sexy like any good erotic romance or fantasy cover.

Quick cover mock up I made in Pixlr.

Does that look like horrifically filthy smut? Nope. It does have the word erotic in the series name, however. And of course by the title you know that some demons are going to be embraced. And you'd have to be dead at the wheel to not put those two things together to understand we're talking about a special kind of embrace. We don't need to insult the intelligence of our readers.

Note that this is a quick mockup I made in about five minutes using Pixlr Express (not even the full Photoshop clone app). Looking at it now I can see the lettering is off-center, but oh well. I don't have any rights to the artwork so this won't be the real cover. I made it as an example. Notice how there is no nudity or even skimpy clothing and nothing offensive in the cover text.

And yet, you know this is going to be erotica involving demons.

Mission accomplished.

Not that hard, is it?

Two years later, it seems the one real accomplishment of this crackdown was that it forced authors to up their quality. Looking over the major bookseller sites shows that out-there erotica is selling strong.

Notice that includes more than just Amazon. If you don't diversify your income, you could end up with your sales suddenly shut off. Only selling through Amazon is not a good idea if Amazon suddenly decides your book violates their content guidelines. As the old saying goes: don't put all your eggs in one basket. When you make your income from the internet, diversity is not an option, it's a necessity, because you never know when someone's going to try and fuck you over or a unfortunate development will affect you.


25 March 2015

What No One Tells You About Writing Erotica 3 - It's Extremely Unsexy

This is exactly how I do it, except my eyes are closed.
Although I may seem to contradict my earlier post in this series about how I'm more horny than ever, now, I actually don't. Being horny doesn't equal being sexy. In fact, it's highly distracting. Stay with me for this, you'll see.

Writing erotica is not sexy.

Know why? Because writing anything isn't sexy.

You're just sitting there...


If you're masturbating, or having a quickie break with a partner, well, that's not writing, is it? And you probably should be writing instead of trying to extract various liquids from your genitals. Right now I have a cold and my body isn't cooperating very well in the sustained blood flow to organs department, it seems.

This isn't a surprise to me. The unsexy act of writing erotica, I mean. My wing-wang taking a sick day was a bit of a surprise. I was adamant. "You're gonna come, damn it!" I said to it (not aloud) and kept at it until I had one of those muted, yet astounding in a side-glance sort of way orgasms. The only think I can think of likening it to is climaxing while tripping on acid (not while you're peaking--oh God). It was funny, that feeling of having triumphed over my own sick dick.

Sorry if I ruined any chance you might've had of getting off later now that I inserted that image into your mind. I wouldn't put it up there with Louis CK's "saddest handjob in the world" bit, but it was parking in the same megamall parking lot.

What was I talking about?

Oh, yes. That unsexy erotica writing thing.

It's just work, you know? Yes, it's work I enjoy. Holy fuck, I enjoy it. Yes, I turn myself on (otherwise why am I writing this?). But you can't write and masturbate or fuck at the same time. I know. I've tried it. You can't concentrate on either activity sufficiently and your efforts will suffer. I use release as a reward for reaching my goals for the time period (half or a third of a day, usually).

You put your ass in the chair, you put your fingers on the keyboard, and you fucking WRITE. I guess if determination turns you on, writing erotica may seem sexy, but watching it is not. You're just looking at a person banging away on a keyboard.


23 March 2015

What No One Tells You About Writing Erotica 2 - Pen Names are a Minefield

Come on, you didn't think Bryce Calderwood was my real name, did you?

Of course not. Like many erotica writers, I choose to have a pen name. Keeping my real identity a secret is not of paramount importance, but for now I try to keep my mild-mannered reporter identity under wraps while the "super" me has much more fun running around with a hot demon hunter who likes to fuck her futanari prey to Oblivion before she dispatches them back to Hell.

Or is that the other way 'round?


So you can imagine the explosive horror I felt when I accidentally tweeted the wrong content to the wrong Twitter account (here is the correct one). By some strange stroke of luck, no one on my other account reacted publicly to it. Whether or not they saw it... I have no idea. If they did, thankfully they've got the good sense and tact to say nothing.

But I have to be careful everywhere, with every online step I take. Want to pin this to your Pinterest board? Better make sure you're logged in to the correct account! Thankfully the little pin window makes you pick a pinboard first, so I can see by their titles which Pinterest account I'm logged into.

This problem is why I use a completely different email service when operating as Bryce: it's easier to keep everything separate.

More work than it's worth

I could create separate logins on my computer, but that would be a disaster of a different kind, because I need to switch back and forth many times a day.

What will I do when someone wants an interview and asks for pictures or a video feed? Hopefully something clever. I don't know. That's not a problem, right now, so I won't worry about it.

Oh, and Facebook?


Yeah, um... no.

21 March 2015

What No One Tells You About Writing Erotica 1 - You Become Even More Horny Than Before

One thing no one tells you about writing erotica is that you get super horny.

It's ridiculous.

It's funny because I'm writing these sex-crazed characters, and here I am acting like one of them. The urges are strong and relentless because I'm imagining all the various sexually thrilling scenarios that are going to happen as I write the Erotic Apocalypse series.

These stories (and probably everything I end up writing in the future, but of course, we'll see) heavily feature hermaphrodites known in Japanese as futanari. A loose translation is "new half" but that doesn't go over very well in our Western gender-rigid society. Gender and gender identity of course being constructs: they are taught. Science has proven gender is fluid, more like a spectrum than binary.

A futanari is a woman who has male genitalia in addition to female genitalia. In all other respects, she's a woman. A true hermaphrodite is an extremely rare individual and doesn't fit this description. Futanaris are erotic fantasy constructs. They tend to have certain characteristics enthusiasts come (heh!) to love about them, and one of the chiefest is their insatiable sexual desire and uncontrollable sexual fluids. Their pussies are always dripping wet. Their massive cocks continually burble forth precum. They lactate.

It's a hot, hilarious, erotic mess.

And the more I work on this story, the more I feel like that. I'd say 70% of the time I'm at my computer, I'm sporting a semi-erection. And so of course I've been masturbating far more than is probably good for either my body or my productivity.

I didn't know it was going to be like this.

I almost mind.

Back to the writing, hi-ho.

P.S. - If you want your fill of naughty hot futanari pictures, check out my Tumblr.

20 March 2015

Welcome, Pervy Awesome Friends

Although I have an active Tumblr, it's not a great place for longform prose or discussions. Tumblr is very visual, and I definitely post my share of beautiful and twisted futanari hermaphrodite pictures there (as that's where my erotic interests live). This site is a better place to write longer articles and discuss the finer points of demon/mortal/angel futanari threesomes. It's also a better place to publish erotic short stories and flash fiction when the mood strikes.

I want this place online to be for readers and fans, as the popularity of futanari erotica grows, so welcome and enjoy the ride.