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NSFW “Inspirational” Photography of the Week
Down the rabbit hole pothole. (+ almost an Alice upskirt)
Song on a butt in hell.
Mario on an ancient instrument / theme music for your next nerdcore party or just while you browse these photos.
World’s largest cat.
World’s most werewolf-like cat.
Man hugs lion. M/L fiction? (We’re noticing a feline fixation in this post…perhaps a tiding of what fiction’s to come?)
Your next alpha male and his love.
Your next preggers heroine.
Dance us out, Gaia.
TAKEN BY THE MEGALODON Gets its first Goodreads Review via the BDSM Group
The moderator of the Goodreads BDSM group’s TPE Bar, Mistik Ink, has just posted her review of TAKEN BY THE MEGALODON, to Goodreads and her site. It’s an incredibly enthusiastic and helpful review, and it’s clear our story found its ideal reader in her. Deeply grateful!
We’re actually planning on editing a bit and changing our marketing style/plans for the story based on her review. She’s right, it’s non-con, and we’ve been struggling with how to position it to where it doesn’t violate rules or anything. So much monster erotica gets into the gritty and just has the protagonist suddenly like it, we assume to avoid the darker direction it could go, but it always feels so false to us. We wanted this story to dive right into the thick of what’s really going on with this genre, and we love this kind of erotica and this fantasy. At any rate, expect a new edition in the coming weeks, but we’re going to leave the current one up. In the future, we may seek out beta readers, if you’re interested in being one.
Review Excerpt:
I LOVEd this story. Our heroine is out to revenge the death of her husband and Master. She is blind in her rage and will go to any lengths to capture the monster who killed him. The story started out with enough background information,so I understood what Megalodon is and what it might mean to be captured by such a horrible predator. Well, let me tell you that my expectations were met full force once the monster steps on board. OH LORDS still my dark and fked up loving heart!
“Do you feel how hard your blood gets me? That’s what you do to me. You’re a filthy human bitch. I’m going to beat you and fuck you and leave you here with your boat dead in the water and you breathless in the middle of it.”
YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!! DO that!Heeeeyyyyy!
Story 1/2 off right now at Smashwords
Free giveaway extended until Friday
The Music We’re Drafting To: Kyle Bobby Dunn’s Ambient/Drone Oeuvre
TAKEN BY THE MEGALODON is out and we’re headlong into figuring out how to market it better, but Shauna’s already drafting the next story, one inspired by the most frequent term by which people arrive here from search engines. Can’t tell you what the premise is. It’s a secret! Enjoy spacing out to this.
xoxo
Monstertantra Stories Free at Smashwords’ Read an E-book Week 2014
Boy howdy, it’s Read an E-book Week 2014! Smashwords is having a promotion to encourage readers to pick up ebooks, so we thought we’d participate. From March 2nd to March 8th, our stories are on sale or free. Follow the links!
UPDATE: The giveaway for Yeti is going so well, Meg is free now too. 🙂
- Snowed in with the Yeti: Free! Coupon code RW100
- Taken by the Megalodon:
1/2 off ($.1.50)Coupon code REW50Free! Coupon code RW100 - Full catalog of books discounted or free this week at Smashwords
Enjoy!
XXXcerpt: Monstromancer Book III: Rage of Kaala Bandar, an erotic paranormal romance novella by Eve Hugo
An Introduction to Monstromancer Book III: Rage of Kaala Bandar, an erotic paranormal romance novella by Eve Hugo
Monstromancer is a series of novellas starring Alex Kind, an adventurer and cryptozoologist who is slowly becoming a monster. In her first adventure, she encounters the horror of the mighty El Chupacabra, a monster terrifying a small ranch in New Mexico. Her second tale reveals her origins through a story of love and loss, spun by her mother. In the third, “Monstromancer Book III: Rage of Kaala Bandar”, Alex goes on a mission to hunt down the creatures that are hunting her. In Book III, she finds a kindred spirit and is forced to fight for him against a powerful nemesis bent on a dark purpose; a purpose she doesn’t fully understand until it’s too late.
My goal with the series is to explore monstrous horror, how one woman is transformed by it, and the explosion of primal passions as she transcends humanity. This book introduces Amit, a young businessman she encounters on a train to the west coast. A brief romantic encounter turns into a trip to the streets of New Delhi, and a wedding that will introduces a new villain, new powers, and unforeseen heartache.
The following is an excerpt from Rage of Kaala Bandar, Chapter 1
(warning, explicit content):
After everyone settled into their seats, Amit turned to Alex furtively.
“There’s really not much to discover, I’m afraid.”
Alex didn’t wear makeup, but suddenly had the urge to make sure her face wasn’t shiny and her hair wasn’t a wreck.
“I’m sorry, can you excuse me for a minute?”
Amit pulled his knees to the side.
“It’s not that I don’t want to…um…discover you. It’s just -“
Alex waved her hands around her face and hair as she moved in front of him.
“This.”
Amit smiled.
“This…” he waved, mimicking her gesture, “is perfect.”
Alex smiled, and then moved into the aisle.
“I’ll be right back.”
Alex kept smiling all the way to the train’s bathroom, and smiled while she washed her face and ran her fingers through her hair. She wondered if he liked her green eyes and full lips. Alex patted the sweatshirt down to her flat belly, then tucked it in, then untucked it. Nothing was going to help that outfit. She rolled the waist of her sweatpants down half a turn so it just covered the string that connected her panties over her hips. If they acted like normal, he might get a peek when she bent over to sit down. She hoped that wouldn’t be too forward. She knew that Indian culture was more conservative, and didn’t want to scare him away. When she opened up the compartment door, she saw Amit walk past and down the hall toward the dining cart. Her chest fell in a frustrated sigh. He wasn’t going to get to see the show she’d planned for him, even if it was just going to be an “accident”.
Fuck that. She wasn’t waiting on destiny or chance, or whatever that asshole was calling himself this week. Alex gave herself one more look over, pulled her cleavage up by the bottom of her shirt, and walked into the dining cart. Amit was facing the bar on his phone, waiting for the bartender to finish microwaving something.
“No, I know. Trust me, I know. Jitnee lambi chadar ho utna hee pair failana chahiye. But what can we do?”
He looked perplexed.
“No, of course I love you. But I’ve already told everyone I can’t. It will only result in an argument.”
Alex gasped, caught it, and started to step away slowly, but he turned around and held up a hand for her to wait.
“No, but you know, ek haath se taali nahin bajati. If I’m not there…Listen, I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can – yes. You too. Bye now.”
He pressed a button on his phone, but Alex had already changed her posture. She’d gone from seductive to casual in the blink of an eye.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–“
He smiled warmly. “No no, I’m glad you came. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Maybe another time.” She turned to go.
“Wait”, he begged. “I think you might have gotten the wrong impression.”
“About what?”
“I was talking to my sister.”
Alex blushed.
“She’s getting married. Her fiancé is spending too much money and she wants me to come there and fix everything.”
The man with the food turned around and gave Amit a neat looking vegetarian sandwich, a glass and a travel bottle of scotch.
“Why can’t she fix everything herself?” she asked, watching him pour the scotch into the glass.
“It’s a difficult situation. It’s an arranged marriage and she doesn’t know him very well. My parents don’t want to say that it’s costing them an arm and a leg to keep up, and they don’t want my money. You know, pride.”
He pointed to the remaining half bottle of scotch and offered it to her. She nodded.
“How can you fix it? Does she want you to come and pay?”
Amit tapped on his glass with the soft tip of his finger in a gesture to the bartender, asking for another glass.
“No, but I played football with her fiancé at uni, and I know his sister.”
He made a gesture of putting his arm around someone drunkenly.
“I can go like ‘hey buddy’, money doesn’t grow on trees, you know?”
She smiled at the pantomime and then watched him pour her scotch in a new glass.
“She can’t tell him herself?”
“She’s not like that, and she has always had a difficult time. Controlling. Her. Temper.” With each word, he tamped the air down, as if imitating his parents.
“Now she trusts me to help her stay in control. We talk almost every day. Especially now, with the wedding. After she’s married, she can speak to him freely, but not yet. I have to handle him personally.”
“Can’t you do that over the phone?” Alex asked, intrigued by the complexity.
“No. It’s the kind of thing that needs to be done with precision. Like after a night of watching matches and lots of drinks. Slip it in.”
He made a gesture of taking a letter and slipping it into a mail slot.
“Slip it in”, she repeated, but changed the gesture a little, slipping a hose in, instead of the letter.
“Slip it in!” he said again, making the letter gesture.
They both slammed down the glasses of scotch.
“Slip it in,” she said again, with the hose.
Two more glasses of scotch came and went.
“Slip it in,” she whispered, standing close to him, cleavage on full display and pressed against his chest.
“Slip it in,” he whispered back, putting another empty scotch glass on the bar.
“Slip it in,” she said, biting on his ear. Somehow they’d made their way to the same bathroom she’d been preparing herself in earlier. She could hear him fumbling with his belt. She was hoping, but was a little afraid that his drunkenness would affect his ability to fuck her brains out, but when she reached down and pulled his belt away, she felt his long meat free itself and thud against her belly.
“Oh thank god,” she thought.
She kissed him hard on the mouth. A little too hard. They both winced backward when they felt their teeth mash together. A small trickle of blood emerged as he pulled a finger away from his lower lip. He put the finger in his mouth, and sucked off the blood, then smiled and wagged his finger in mock protest.
“You have to be careful with a man like myself. We’re more alike than you think.”
Alex smiled back, and then stopped the finger from wagging by putting it in her mouth and sucking it herself.
“Oh god girl, you shouldn’t tea-“
Before he could finish the sentence, Alex dropped to a crouch and buried his hardening cock in her throat.
Amit let out a gasp and nearly fell backward, only catching himself at the last moment with both hands on either wall of the slender train bathroom. Gratified with his own dexterity, he took a moment to nod to himself in congratulations before looking down to see if Alex had caught the display of his physical prowess. Alex was smiling around the big cock in her mouth, and then went back to work as she pumped furiously at it. Amit inhaled a few words in Hindi. Alex started stroking him with her hand in tandem with each thrust of her mouth. She could feel him on the back of her tongue as her palm grew wet with saliva. Amit steadied himself and then pulled a hand down and caressed her hair. It was thick and black and long, the way he liked it. He’d dreamed of a woman like Alex all his life, but had always put his work and studies first. A good son. A good brother. A good business partner. He’d dreamed of a moment like this as well, but never expected to arrive at it. More than work, he’d left India to avoid an arranged marriage. He wanted to be able to choose his own bride, in his own time. He looked at Alex and he wanted to kiss her, but the feeling of her wet palm on his balls was too great a treasure to give up. She was rubbing and squeezing them gently, and sliding a finger down to their base, to the taint between his balls and his ass. It felt so ticklishly wonderful as she sucked on the head of his cock that he could barely stand. He ruminated on it for a moment. This was the feeling of someone’s knees getting weak. His sister was always talking about a kiss she’d had making her knees week, but he thought it was a myth, or only happened to girls. Alex could feel his balls start to tighten while she jacked him in and out of her mouth.
“Oh no you don’t,” she whispered.
In one motion, she stood, twisted and pulled her sweats down around her ankles. She looked over her shoulders at him playfully. The way she’d done it was like a magic trick to him, and he gazed upon her in wonder. Her smooth, tan ass was impossible not to grab and touch and kiss. He fell to his knees and worshipped it with his tongue. His finger touched her gently and she responded by slowly gyrating her hips. He loved them, and reached around her to grasp her by the hip bones. His long fingers stretched and found her flat tummy, and he could sense the heat below them like something was on fire. Alex arched her back and moved her shoulders forward. Amit could see her cheeks open up and glimpsed her perfect little asshole. He slid his tongue out and found her sweet, wet pussy just below it.
Alex groaned and pushed her ass backward and jammed herself against his tongue. She could feel the tip of his nose tickling her ass, while his tongue slid inside her and then all the way down to her clit. Amit brought one hand around while holding her hips in place with the other. He slipped two fingers inside her.
Alex bit her lip and rode his face for a moment, enjoying the rhythm he was keeping as he flicked and sucked her, drenching himself in her juices. Her hips started to buck and she braced herself against the door.
“I’m going to…” she shuddered.
“Oh no you’re not,” he said playfully, and then stood up and slammed himself deep inside her. “Not yet.”
Amit grabbed Alex’s breasts and pulled her back to his chest. His other hand held her hips, and pulled them back each time he slammed ball deep. Alex came then, vibrations rippling through her and clamping down on his cock. He breathed in two harsh breaths through his nose, then grabbed his cock and started to slide his thumb across its head.
She turned to face him, weak knees and all, and smiled devilishly. He gazed at her then, and there was something different about her face. Her pupils seemed to have overtaken the rest of her eyes. The white parts had only become tiny slits at the edges. And something else. The small triangular birth mark near her eye was…glowing. If he weren’t on the edge of –
She grabbed his big dick away from him and swallowed it whole. When he looked at her hair, it seemed to have become darker than black. When he stared, he thought he could see the universe within it…stars and constellations and galaxies swirled through. He’d heard that people saw fireworks when they kissed, but had never heard of seeing all of space-time floating in a woman’s hair as a man came. So this…this was mind-blowing sex?
She took him all the way into her mouth and he released into her throat. She pulled him out, and the second blast went all over her lips. Her tongue came out to retrieve it and licked most of it away. She opened her mouth and the third and fourth dwindling shots landed on her tongue. She swallowed them and then stroked and sucked the rest of the cum out of his cock; squeezing his balls once more for good measure.
With his thumb, he wiped a little of his cum away from her chin affectionately.
“So I see now that none of it was hyperbole.”
“None of what?” she said, standing up and putting her arms around him.
“Sex. No wonder so many poets and artists dedicate their lives to describing it. It…changes your perception of reality completely.”
She hadn’t realized it was his first time. “This was?”
Suddenly he was embarrassed. “I’m sorry if -“
“No. I’m honored. I don’t think I’ve ever taken anyone’s…“
“It was…unexpected. And wonderful. You’re wonderful,” he said.
He basked in her smile for a long moment. Her eyes were getting back to normal, but they were still mostly black circles.
“For a moment I thought I saw…maybe I’m still seeing…”
Alex looked at herself in the mirror and noticed her eyes.
“Oh my god. I’m-“
“You’re beautiful.”
Alex splashed some water on her face and then turned around, drying it with her sleeve.
“No, I mean, I’m…I’m sorry if-“
“Don’t be sorry.”
He interrupted, pulling her back into his arms.
“Never be sorry.”
Amit reached down to pull his pants back on and then gave Alex a strange look. Alex looked down too. The belt was snapped in half, next to the buckle.
“I guess I don’t know my own strength?” she said, not really meaning for it to be a question.
He watched her eyes return to normal over the next few seconds.
“I guess not.”
He held his pants up, and they had been split in equal parts as well. He looked at them with mock sadness, then folded them up with the belt and put them on top of the hinged door on the trash receptacle.
“You have served me well. Go with god.”
He put his palms together and nodded his head in an exaggerated bow, then pushed them into the trash.
He spun and smiled at Alex, looking at his bare legs and boxer shorts.
“And now, we must innovate.”
“I think I have a plan.”
Three minutes later, the two walked out of the bathroom inconspicuously. Alex was wearing a white skirt she’d improvised by folding his button down shirt. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweat shorts, cut off at the knees.
“If you ever want to change careers, you have a bright career in improvisational fashion design.”
Alex smiled as he continued, waving her toward the dining car. People were rubbing their arms and putting on sweaters. She heard some complaining about the air conditioner. Amit shivered.
“I have my suit case on the bed in the sleeper car,” he said, heading past the bar. “We can change back there.”
The bartender gave them a strange look as he inspected their new outfits. Alex turned around and gave Amit a funny look as well.
“You have a bed?”
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“Myth of the Mermaid” by Quinn Truehart or “$!#$….$!#$! You’re really a Mermaid!” (We Read Us Some Monster Erotica***)
Who’s that shadow, real fine shadow?
Title: “Myth of the Mermaid”
Author: Quinn Truehart
List Price at Time of Post: $0.99
Why We Bought It: We were pitched the story and sent a free copy, and given the sea-setting of our latest , we were feeling curious about the other denizens of the ocean and their sexual habits.
Characters: Delphina, the naive but curious mermaid, and Zander, the seasoned and bashfully aroused fisherman.
Setting: On a boat, on a boat, they’re f*ing on a motherf*ing boat.
Plot: Fisherman catches a humanoid object in his net, rushes to cut it out, and discovers a topless mermaid surprise. (Wish this happened to us at work.)
Structure: Chronological (it’s almost becoming redundant at this point to note it…there’s no variance within the genre when it comes to flow of time). This story interestingly floats between the two characters as point of view foci however, which is successful at times, and disorienting at others.
Most Bodaciously Creative Premise-Play:
- Gotta give it to Truehart on this one: when we started doing our fishy story, we opted for shifters instead of staying natural, mostly because we didn’t want to have to get into describing and penetrating a giant cloaca. Truehart doesn’t flinch and in fact manages to make a pretty compelling case for the lesser-known genital structure. It sounds like a pretty fun combo anus/vagina, to hear him tell it. The fisherman just kind of mounts her on top and goes at the hole. A lot of our favorite household positions would be impossible with this set-up, however.
- Also, the merpeople reproduce like fish, laying their eggs and having the men come by and spritz ’em, so the mermaid doesn’t know the pleasures of penetration. A fun excuse for some first time action.
- Also, she’s telepathic.
- Finally, the mermaid has no gag reflex. We had to google “Do fish have a gag reflex” out of curiosity. According to chacha, they do, so this must just be a unique feature to merpeople in Truehart’s fictional world, or a special skill of Delphina’s. She’s a pretty special lady-fish.
Tropes of the week: In a move well-known to anyone who has had the good fortune to read some Japanese monster smut, the mermaid comes back at the end of the story with a group of friends who want to have a taste of the land meat. Sadly, we don’t get to see this action on the page. Would’ve been hotter as a scene instead of a pun. Maybe there will be a lady-bang sequel.
Most Unfortunate Genital Terminology: “Her slit.” “Her sex.” “Her glistening vestibule.” “Her secret citadel.” The only glistening vestibules we’ve seen lately are our Neti pots, and John only gets to enter my secret citadel on birthdays and anniversaries (John would like to point out that someone is born every day). It’s difficult sometimes to know how to handle the culminating moments of a story, but our general feeling is that if one is going to describe the genitals directly, one should just use dick and cock and pussy and other such standard fare, unless you want to go for humor, in which case you should just go all the Nicholson-Baker-way and call it your “Malcolm Gladwell,” but be aware that this runs a risk of deflating any boner-inducing effect you hoped to achieve.
The Verdict: 6.5/10 Tentacles
At 3300 words and 99 cents, “Myth of the Mermaid” is a playful, fast read that makes good, creative use of its premise. It gets a little bizarre in its sexual word choices, but that could almost be chalked up to the sex parts sharing a close third with the naive mermaid: how would she know what to call it, when she’s never used it? The story passed the number one test around these parts: it reminded us that we’d somehow gone a week without having sex and we promptly made out like mermen. It should be noted that it is rather difficult to locate an adult-sized mermaid tale outside of October.
*** Snark/Smarm disclaimer: We mean none of the above to come across as either snarky or smarmy. In our writing we often employ or stumble into tropes unknowingly or on purpose, and we’re sure people could read our stories as a laugh. We offer this up in the spirit of celebration: isn’t it great that we can write, read, and publish this at will? Writing monster erotica is a tough business. Kudos to our fellow writers for keeping up the good fight. (tentacle via deviant artist gutzygirl)
Free Giveaway: TAKEN BY THE MEGALODON
To celebrate the release of our latest story, TAKEN BY THE MEGALODON (Monstertantra BDSM Shifter Erotica), we’re holding a giveaway for one of three free ebook copies in the format of your choice! Sign up link.
We couldn’t get the widget-ma-gid to work on wordpress, so you have to follow the link then sign up. You won’t get spammed or anything, just notified if you win. There will be 3 winners. All you have to do is tweet or like us on Facebook or somesuch and you get points toward a free copy! 🙂
Stock Photography Monster Flash: “Portrait of beautiful woman outdoors on a winter day” or “The Ice Kraken Cummeth”
“Portrait of beautiful woman outdoors on a winter day”
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“The Ice Kraken Cummeth”
Ivana Vunderkraken had traveled a long distance for her look at the ice kraken. Ever since the Russians’ drilling into Lake Vostok had awaken the creature and brought it to the surface, she could feel it pulling at her, at the corners of her mind. She would not be undone by some cold. She zipped up her coat, lifted her hood, and stepped out of the observatory.
“You can’t do that!” a voice cried out behind her.
She ignored it and tred forward. The fresh snow crunched under her boots. The owner of the voice did not follow her.
Over the hill and down the slope and she was looking into the water. She could sense it coming closer, see the water darkening, and then it poked out of the water: its infamous tentacle, sentient of its own right and tipped with an arm-thick replica of a human penis, dark blue and throbbing. The scientists weren’t certain what it’s purpose was, but there were theories, many theories…
The Music We’re Celebrating Our Latest Publication To: The Life Aquatic Soundtrack
Mellowing out after the push of editing and proofreading. Time to do some marketing while drafting a new story…
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