Snuggle up with some Futanari Dreams

She kisses like a woman. She smells like a woman. She loves like a woman. But between her legs? She feels just like a man. She is a futanari, and her passion cannot be tamed. 

Translation: Bow - chicka - wow - wooooooow!

Ahem. This week I'm releasing a bundle of my first four futanari books. This is a great deal for anyone that's already read one or two of these stories because the collection is half-priced! (It's also great if you love stories about pretty ladies with giant cocks.)

The bundle, Futanari Dreams, is now available on Smashwords for $5.99 - though from now until the end of September it will be 25% off! The total length is 57,000 words and contains three short stories and one novelette. Three of the stories are futa-on-female, though "The Futanari's Gigolo" is futa-on-male. 

Now, if you have already read my four futanari books, I'm afraid there's nothing new for you this week. But fret not! On September 8 I'll be releasing the next book in my "Erotic Fairy Tales" series, and then it's a return to taboo with a bundle of four Brother/Sister shorts. Later in September I may finally finish my new gender swap story, but I'm currently outlining three or four other books, so that's not set in stone. 

August was a slow month, as Augusts usually are, and it was not helped by the B&N Pornocalypse (more info on that here). I appreciate everyone's support and encouragement through that shit storm. The one plus side is that I've learned about Payhip, which allows vendors to make sales directly. I'm hoping to add some Payhip links to the site by the end of September. I'll update you when I do!

I hope everyone has a safe and sexy September - and to any of my Houston readers, or those living in the Gulf states, my prayers are with you. I know that is the very least that I can do, so if any of you have links to particular charities that are doing honest work down there, please send it along. I will share it wherever I can.

Love always, my dirty darlings-
V.

EXCERPT:

From "Suddenly Futanari":

I kissed her full on the mouth. She gave a mewl of surprise, and crumpled like a tissue. Her mouth, once twisted into a tease, met mine with wet enthusiasm. I softly rubbed her upper lip with my lower one, and then suckled on its center. Her fingers, resting on my sides, began to tremble, and she hummed into my mouth. She even pushed her crotch into mine. "Oh..." she breathed. "It does..."

I chomped, just a little, and she recoiled like she'd been stung. "You meanie!"

"It's not true at all," I said. "But now you're totally queer."

She brushed her fingers lightly over her lip. "There's worse ways to go."

"Mm," I hummed. "Do you feel better?"

"You're a good kisser."

"Don't let your heartbroken horniness cloud your judgment. But yes, I know."

She squeezed me tight until our bare stomachs sealed together. "Thank you," she whispered.

"C'mon..." I started.

"No, do more," she said. "I want to forget about him. I want you to seduce me."

"No," I said firmly.

"Just a little."

"You're such a brat."

"Play with me!" she teased.

"Won't!"

"Touch me!"

What could I do? I'd been wet for her for an uncomfortably long time. I just wished I didn't like her so much. I could have enjoyed her body more if I didn't want her heart.

When she nervously took my fingers, I didn't argue. She guided my hand down her ribcage, slowing as my fingers brushed her stomach. My finger fell into the shallow divot of her bellybutton, and pushed. Rebecca winced. She drew her knees together and groaned, but she did not move my hand. "That feels weird," she said. "I feel that in my butt."

I grinned. Softer this time, I slid my finger around the rim of her bellybutton. That odd little orifice had teased me for so many weeks, and now I found that its lip was as soft as baby down. "You're so gentle," she whispered.

"Do you want me to be rougher?"

"No," she said quickly. "No, it's nice. You're so nice..." Her slender fingers cupped my jaw and drew me in for another, tentative kiss. "Why are you so nice to me?"

Because I love you, I wanted to say. The words gripped the base of my tongue like the cocked hammer of a gun. I wanted to confess. I wanted to grab her, kiss her harder, squeeze her soft thighs until she whimpered the same. But that would have crossed a line there would be no coming back from. I knew Rebecca wasn't gay. I knew this was comfort to her. She wanted my touch, maybe a soft kiss or two, but more would have confused her. 

It hurt not to tell her. It triggered a physical ache deep in my chest that spread up my arms and tightened my veins. You're giving me a heart attack, I thought, as I gently slid her hair out of her eyes and kissed her nose. "I want you to feel better," I whispered. "We're just having fun, right?"

Read the full story on Smashwords today!