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Hi there, Scifi Smut Fans! I have posted the first few pages of Space Girls! Part One ~ When Worlds Collide for you. I want you to get a taste of the sweet, rollicking science fictiony fun it offers. If you like what you read, just click on the cover here, or in the sidebar, to get your own copy for one puny Earth Dollar. Remember, if you have Kindle Unlimited, it is pretty much FREE!


Lunette and Nebbie were Space Girls, and not just any Space Girls. They were co-commanders of the Martian Ladies Light-Speed Brigade. The fact that they were the only two members didn’t bother them much. They knew their flying saucer could not reach anything like light speed, but that didn’t matter. The saucer had been “borrowed” from the the Sapphic High Priestess (otherwise known as Nebbie’s Mom.) It zoomed plenty fast.

The Space Girls wore skin-tight crimson action suits (because Mars!). Their outfits had been fashioned from only the most modern space-velour and left precious little to the imagination. Space girls don’t wear underwear. They do wear sassy belts, slung low on the hip, with zap-guns. Ankle-high space boots with rounded toes and flat heels allow them to navigate even the trickiest terrain. Nebbie and Lunette also owned transparent bubble helmets (with antennae!) for “if the need should arise”.

Oh… they were Space Girls, all right, and they were headed for Earth, looking for action.

* * *

James and Brandon were speeding towards Vegas in a rag-top BMW. It had been “borrowed” from James’ Dad. They were too cool for school, which is why they decided to skip that day. Freddy Mercury blasted on the stereo. They chugged cold beers (borrowed from Brandon’s Dad) en route. They sang, “We Will Rock You!” very loudly. They were two good-lookin’, best buddies having a ball.

The boys felt somewhat indestructible. Their facial handsomeness and bulging groins rendered them so desirable you might even resent them for it. The top was down, but their carefully-gelled hairstyles remained crisply in place. Brandon’s cheekbones were dreamy and so was James’ chin-dimple. They laughed and joked photogenically as the beemer blazed a line through the desert towards Sin City.

Little did they know they would never arrive.

* * *

Lunette was tall and slinky. She had thin lips and languid brown eyes. Her black hair was braided tightly against each side of her head, bundled into little bumps that resembled the ears of a cute Martian sand-cat. A lot of the space girls wore it that way. She had a habit of resting her weight on one hip when she stood by her console. This slung her bottom nicely to one side.

Nebbie found that distracting. Over at the opposite side of the bridge she tried to pay attention to her NAV systems, but kept stealing glances. Nebbie tended towards horny, which is natural for a red-blooded gal from the Red Planet.

Lunette steered the saucer with one hand in an expert and lackadaisical way. She rested other hand carefully, casually, on her hip to accentuate the curve of her bum. She had been friends with Nebbie a long time, and knew how to play her. Looking back over her shoulder, she aimed her sleepy eyes at Nebbie. Then she twisted her torso around. The tall girl’s nipples had a habit of being pointedly present. Remember… a lack of underwear and clingy space velour leave nothing to the imagination.

Nebbie, on the other hand, was the compact model: shorter than average and big in the boobs. She had narrow hips and a small bum, which bothered her because she felt that the bottom part of her body should be in proportion with her more obvious assets. Her hair shone the colour of brash copper. If Mars had bees instead of zmibs, one might have said she had a bee-hive hairdo… but zmib-hive it was. Her active blue eyes missed nothing, especially the not-so-subtle sinuous poses her counterpart offered.

“Status report on our course to earth, Co-Commander Nebbie?” Lunette asked lazily.

“We are locked in and on course,” Nebbie chirped back. She stood straight. That was all it took to make her breasts push majestically against the shiny fabric of her action suit. Her puffy nipples bulged for anyone who cared to see.

“How are your flight systems, performing, Co-Commander Lunette?”

“Perfectly.” The taller girl broke a smug grin with thin lips. “I imagine that we have 1.37 time units remaining until our arrival. We should probably prepare.”

“Oh? What do we need to prepare?” asked Nebbie, knowing the answer all too well.

Lunette spoke in a low voice… conspiratorial. “According to research from earlier missions, the males of Earth tend to be lacking in the knowledge of how to render a Mars girl receptive.”

“Oh, really?” Nebbie acted mock-scandalized. “Unacceptable! Whatever shall we do?”

Lunette flipped the “auto-drive” toggle switch on her console. A lovely blue light flashed.

“Well… until we can teach them a thing or two, I imagine we will just have to help ourselves.” She reached forward and cupped the short girl’s breasts. “Can I see you in the laser turret?”

Nebbie traced a finger along Lunette’s thigh, making her way up to a prominent cleft. If they had camels on Mars instead of dinbies, one might have said she had a camel-toe… but dinbie-toe it was. Nebbie pursed her lips and smiled. Then she turned and bolted for the spiral stairway up to the top of the shiny ship.

“Race ya!”


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Newsy News Newsletter 2

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Hey there, Team DeSanto… Hows everything going?

All is nice here at my end, I must say. Wow… I can’t believe it has already been about two months since my last newsletter. Time sure flies when you’re writing smut.

The most important bit of Newsy News is that I have a new release on amazon. It is called Space Girls ~ Part One: When Worlds Collide. I figuratively had a blast writing it! Check it out.

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Space Girls! is a short story about a couple of young women from Mars who steal a flying saucer to go on a mission. The mission mostly involves going to Earth in search of sex. When that seems to be taking too long, they just take matters into their own hands on the ship. There are also a couple of hunky boys in a car on Earth who are more than happy to extend a helping hand to a friend… I wonder if all these crazy kids might meet up at some point.

This story has plenty of sex in it, bisexual action, mostly  girl on girl and boy on boy. It has crass language and dirty ideas. All the characters are completely fictional, but if they were real they would all be over 19-years-old in any case.

Space Girls ~ Part One: When Worlds Collide is a frisky and fun sci-fi retro  romp. It is part one of a serial and will end in a cliffhanger. Expect laughs and licks and hand-jobs and cat-suits and sports cars and laser cannons and a cute armadillo. You have been warned.

I have been writing bits of free erotica for you. You’ll find them on the page on my website called, not surprisingly, Free Erotica. I hope you like them. There are four in total now! I have a couple of what I call Smutty Smidgeons, which are intended to let my unusual ideas run free. There are also a couple I wrote specifically for Kayla Lords’ Mastubation Monday page at her excellent site. Those were written with a theme of fantasy and self-love in mind. Every week many talented writers are uploading sexy sexy stories there, for FREE! Check it out!

I love it when you check out my free smut on my website and I vigorously encourage you to sign up for my mailing list . It’s optional…but it is a great way to connect with me and avoid missing the good bits.

Speaking of being on my mailing list, DeSanto Diehards… I have a question for you. I have my mailing list system set up, currently, to just send these newsletters when I write and release them, but… I could reset it so that every time I upload some Free Erotica to my blog page, it would be automatically sent along to Team DeSanto via email. Would you like to receive occasional smut-bombs in your email inbox or would you find that  disconcerting? Let me know, my dear friends, and I will act accordingly.

That’s about all for now… but don’t be surprised if you get another note about an exciting new release very soon! Things are happening!

Deepest regards and affection,

Tracey

 

Pacific, a Smutty Smidgeon for Masturbation Monday

18 + Readers Only! This is my latest offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to share a bit of hot and sassy smut that makes one tend towards self-love. Hope this does the trick for you! Now that we are getting into October and things are getting a bit weird, I thought I would share one of my Smutty Smidgeons. They tend to be… “different”. This one is for the tentacle fans out there. You know who you are.

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Now that we are getting into October and things are getting a bit weird, I thought I would share one of my Smutty Smidgeons. They tend to be… “different”. This one is for the tentacle fans out there. You know who you are. Pacific is one of the four shorts in my erotic horror compilation called Odd Bits & Dark Corners.


Pacific

by Tracy DeSanto

Vanessa took the last sip from her mug and walked to the screen door. She felt good enough. The gentle boost from the green tea was a decent substitute for her regular coffee. New life habits for a new life…

She enjoyed the benefits of the cabin. She could be nude all the time. Vanessa was comfortable in her skin and loved the freedom. No appalled millennial offspring, no disinterested husbands… just herself, naked and natural.

She took a thick towel off the rack by the door and draped it over her shoulders. Stepping into her flip-flops, she went out into the sun-kissed morning. There was still haze in the sky. It was cool now, but would be hot later. The place wasn’t a cabin, really. It was a two million dollar beachfront property, all perfectly comfortable and modern – also utterly remote. It belonged to her, now… all part of the settlement.

Her bum jiggled a bit, free and easy. Her breasts moved in sympathy with her pace as she walked towards the beach. Vanessa picked her way along the path down to the tide-flats. Her body had held up fine. Better than fine, actually. Vanessa had kept right on doing her triathlons and yoga through twenty years of raising Gerry’s offspring. Her tummy had nicely defined abs, even under the stretch marks from child-birth. Over time her boobs had grown softer, but they were hers, and they were beautiful. She had married him for security, and because she had been young and naive. He had married her because his cock had told him to. It hadn’t surprised Vanessa that Gerry had replaced her with a younger model. Leopards never change their spots. Forty being the new thirty doesn’t matter much if your husband wants a girl who is twenty. Ah well. The kids would be fine, and the pre-nup she made Gerry sign those years ago left her in a damn fine situation.

Walking farther down the trail, she couldn’t see the cabin anymore. The gentle breeze made the trees whisper a conspiracy. She could hear the strange, mocking cries of a raven somewhere. Scrunching over the barnacle rocks and slippery kelp, she made her way to the water’s edge. The world smelled supernaturally clean, with just a hint of iodine and salt. She stopped at a big rock and placed her flip-flops and towel on it. Time for a swim.

She strode into the water, grunting sharply. It was always a surprise. The sun on her body felt warm, but mama ocean flowed cool to the point of being cold. Her gooseflesh rose and her nipples popped up the way they always did: big  sensitive cylinders. Back in school the girls had called her “Nibs”. Vanessa advanced to be crotch-deep and then paused, letting her tender parts come to terms with the temperature. They were sensitive, too. She’d  happily given up the Brazilian wax when Gerry left. As such, her garden grew wild. Vanessa took a moment to savour the solitude of her situation and the tingling of her twat. She resembled a lone neolithic woman in an empty pre-historic world… well, except for the Egyptian cotton towel and the dollar-store shoes.

She dove in abruptly, tricking her body. Her nerves yammered, sending the urgent message to her brain that the water was cold. She swam with strength and experience born from years of competition. After a few moments she adjusted to the water and darted through the ocean like a porpoise. No sensation compared to swimming in the Pacific with no clothes on.

The water was relatively shallow, so she knew that she wasn’t in far over her head. She made for the ridge of rocks that poked up in the middle of the inlet. It resembled a tiny island. She had watched seals sun themselves on it. Today she would take her solitude there.

Her feet found purchase on the rocks as she arrived. Black slate jutted up diagonally, smooth and eternal: an ancient, massive shelf. Under the water she could see purple starfish and orange anemones. Deep in the crevasses sea urchins dwelled. Gulls squawked and fled as she approached.

Vanessa lay back against the rock shelf: Mother Nature’s spa lounger. She remained half-submerged, enjoying the warm sun on her torso. Below her waist was an alien realm of blue waters. Looking up, she saw an enormous eagle circling high, riding the air currents. Even when she felt alone, she noticed, she wasn’t.

A gentle swell rolled in. The tide swept up her torso, nudging her against the rocks. Salty water lapped up across her ribcage to splash on her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her bum bounced and rubbed against the smooth slate beneath her. Vanessa opened her legs and enjoyed the underwater currents fluttering across her cunt. Her new muff danced in the ebb and flow like a mammalian anemone. Casually… distracted… almost as if she didn’t know what she was up to, she began to play with herself.

She reached down with her left hand and pulled against her labia, opening herself to the Pacific. She saved her right hand for her clit, barely touching herself to start with: just a tiny flick with her finger, then nothing. Vanessa enjoyed playing  this game. She would make herself wait… almost not knowing when the next touch would come.

With both hands busy and her legs spread wide, she bobbed against the rock shelf like a very dirty message in a bottle. Vanessa closed her eyes and relaxed. Her own wetness mingled with the infinite juices of mama ocean.  Another flick to her clit caused her neck and torso to flush crimson in the sunshine. She set her jaw and whimpered. Cool water splashed droplets over her tits as they rolled with the thrusting of the waves. Vanessa bit her lip and flexed her index finger to probe herself again, but yelped in arousal as the touch came sooner than she anticipated. Eyes closed, she extended her finger down to her clit, but found it already covered with cool slippery flesh. Then something pulled on her and made her squeal.

Water splashed. Strong tentacles wrapped themselves around each of her arms. They pinned her wrists to her thighs as countless suction cups stuck to her and bound her tight. The tip of another tentacle held her clit prisoner. Yet another one explored her cunt, teasing and pushing, searching for entrance. It penetrated Vanessa in a way she had never experienced: fluid and searching, incremental and relentless. This did not resemble the boring banging Gerry gave her. The alien and feminine approach aroused her devastatingly. Pinned and helpless, adrift in the tide, Vanessa breathed deep and rocked her pelvis up.

Under the sea the top tentacle worked her clit while the bottom tentacle twisted inside her. It pushed in and out, searching for something. Two more tentacles rolled out of the water, up her torso, to caress her breasts. After a moment they found their objectives, latching suction cups upon her firm, desperate nipples. The creature entwined the woman and bound her up completely. Its extremities worked together in a symphony, pushing and pulling, tugging and releasing… all in time with the gentle, eternal roll of the waves. It was really too much.

Vanessa ululated loudly. The raven mocked back a reply.

Another tentacle explored her ass, gently at first, but not taking no for an answer. Soon Vanessa was being double-penetrated, but with a designated clit-teaser added for good measure. The tentacles slipped in and out of her. She was a well-lubricated machine. The one inside her cunt finally twisted around and latched onto the her g-spot, pressing with unexpected force while pulling with its suction cups. Vanessa’s salty juices flowed freely to meet this dextrous invader. She arched her back and kicked salt water, then spread as wide as she could.

Calm, she lay herself open like a fish and whispered, “Fuck me.”

The octopus fucked her. Vanessa surrendered helplessly to the onslaught of sensations. Her nervous system overloaded with screaming pleasure from her nipples and clit, her cunt and her ass. The splash of the cold water, the sun on her face, the sound of the waves and the gulls… These sensations took her to another place. She combined with the Pacific. The life and currents, the coldness and warmth, the immensity of it all… She became a tiny part of it.

Vanessa only saw her climax approaching for an instant before it smashed into her like a tsunami. She screamed and contorted. She shuddered and flexed, thrashing yet bound up. Her lover held her tight and kept her safe, never letting go, continuing to fuck and probe her until it was over. A final tentacle reached up and traced a line along her ear as Vanessa relaxed and exhaled. She revelled in the otherworldly intimacy of it.

She opened her eyes in time to see the tentacles release her. They pulsated various colours of crimson, purple and gold, then became slate grey as they slid beneath the surface, disappearing.

Her body showed many ring-shaped marks from the suction cups, but they would fade soon enough. Her lover had known the right amount of force to use. After a rest, she swam back to the beach and staggered out of the water, wobbly on her legs… exhausted. Vanessa retrieved her flip-flops and rubbed the towel over herself. Tomorrow she would fortify herself with a descent breakfast before she returned.

“I think I will call you Octavia,” she said.


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Masturbation Monday ~ Bike Repairs

18 + Readers Only! This is my latest offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to write a bit of hot and sassy free smut that makes one tend towards self-love.

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Bike Repairs

by Tracy DeSanto

Josh cycled hard, powering his way up Main Street. The night was cool and cloudy as he humped up a beast of a hill. Halfway to the top, his chain snapped. His right foot spun free and he lost balance, swerving abruptly towards the curb. He hit it hard and took a nasty spill on the sidewalk. This all happened in 1.75 seconds. One moment he was up and happy, getting his cardio, the next he was down with bleeding knuckles and a broken bike. Shit.

Well… he saw no solution except to head over to the shop. Olympus Cycling was only two blocks away. Josh picked up his bike by the frame and hoisted it on his shoulder. Trudging up the hill, he hoped, at least, that Juno would be working.

By the time he got to the bike shop the rain had set in. Today was turning out to be a crappy, all in all, but at least that meant he found Juno alone in the shop. She was the best bike mech he’d ever met, and also hot in a way he had trouble reconciling. Juno was a tall, broad-shouldered woman. Actually, she stood a couple over him. They were both in their mid-twenties, prisoners to low-paying retail jobs. Juno wore black leggings and an old-style work shirt with her name on it. Josh found her leaning against her shop counter, looking bored, when he dragged his inert bike through the door.

“Hey, Hipster… you’re a mess. What did you do?”

She wore her short hair tied back with a red bandanna, cribbing from that “Rosie the Riveter” look. Her drug store dye-job blondness showed about two months worth of mousey brown roots. Why did Josh find this so hot? Because it indicated that she gave as close to zero fucks about it as was possible.

“Chain blew out and I hit pavement,” he said.

She wandered up to him, laughing, then looked at the bike with honest concern.

“Oh, no! Poor bike.”

“Actually, yeah. And I am kinda bleeding,” said Josh, holding out his skinned hands.

Juno examined his injuries with mock concern.

“Ooooh. Poor Hipster.” She pursed her lips and bent over to grab a small first-aid kit from under the counter. Her lips were big. Even with no makeup they were plump and pink. Her top two buttons were undone, which allowed Josh a glimpse into her deep cleavage. Was it wrong to be horny for a woman who was probably a lesbian? Josh could only hope she was bisexual…

Juno smiled at him with teeth that had never met an orthodontist. She opened the first aid-kit and then took his hands, examining the scrapes.

“Oh, Jeeze, buddy… you got a chunk of glass stuck your hand.”

Josh peered at the injury and saw the small piece of glass lodged in his nasty scrape. It amazed him that it hadn’t bothered him. Blood seeped freely and copiously from the wound.

Looking back up into her eyes, he saw that they were deep blue beneath perfectly arched, un-plucked eyebrows. She was a confusing goddess, deliciously feminine in her masculinity, or was it the other way around?

“We’ll clean that up later,” she said, and then she kissed him.

She kissed him hard, forcefully, and pulled him against her body. Josh felt her oversize breasts press and flatten against him, soft and delightful. The sensation contrasted with the muscular strength of her arms and the pointed approach of her kisses. He opened his mouth to her. The woman tongued him passionately and clutched him. Josh stood helpless, bleeding hands at his sides. His cock stiffened uncomfortably in his black skinny jeans.

“I’m glad you came by today, Hipster…” she said, frankly. “It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a cock.” She reached down and unzipped him. She found his dick trapped and bent inside the fabric of his briefs. She reached in and yanked him out, gripping him tightly. Juno took a step back, glanced down, and nodded approvingly. Then she glanced around the shop, and at the door.

“Seems quiet enough.” She released him and turned her back, walking to the bike stand. Without looking at him she pulled her leggings and panties down to her knees. The woman pushed her heart-shaped ass backwards. This exposed her cunt to him. Juno’s beaver was furry. She bent forward and held the bike stand. Her slit beckoned. Josh could just see her fingers through the gap of her thighs, rubbing her clit.

“Fuck me, pretty boy, and make me like it.”

Josh’s cock stood tall and hard at all this provocation. He did not need to be told twice. The man took the two steps required to stand directly behind Juno. Their heights matched, so he pushed his hips forward. The tip of his cock slipped easily into her slick vulva and she chuckled.

Juno said, sternly, again to the wall, “I thought I told you to fuck me.” Then she leaned backwards and took him right to the hilt. Slippery Juno-cunt enveloped iron-hard Josh-cock. He had no choice but to fuck… so fuck he did. He started with slow and shallow thrusts, just an inch in and out. Each time he pushed himself in, Juno pushed back and took him as deep as possible, which meant he disappeared completely inside her. Her ass-cheeks rippled against his hips.

Juno’s cunt was magic. As Josh entered her, she held and pulled him. As he slid out, she squeezed him. With each thrust she made a friendly, primitive noise: half-grunt / half-laughter. He found it unbearable sexy. Josh began to bang away like the drummer in a marching band. Soon Juno began screaming “That’s right! Fuck me, boy!” as she slid onto him and rubbed her clit.

A conundrum presented itself. Josh hung of the verge of a very special orgasm, but he wanted to be polite. He closed his eyes to avoid the provocative view of his cock sliding into her. He tried to think of cool rivers and green pastures. Then he redoubled his efforts to bring her off, whamming his dick into the woman in double time. Suddenly her voice changed and she screamed in a high-pitched wail. There were no actual words to it, but he suspected she was trying to say, “I am coming on your cock!”

With Josh’s proximity to blowing his load, that kicked him over the edge. His balls jumped and spasmed as he climaxed, coming in repeated spurts as Juno took him deep and held his cock inside her. All became extremely wet and slippery. He could feel himself coated with her lubrication and his own semen.

“Wakey, wakey, fellah,” she said, “You’re hilarious. I’ve never had a fainter before. Looks like you can’t handle the sight of your own blood.”

Josh felt woozy and opened his eyes. He sat on the floor, legs splayed in front of him. Bandages had been applied.

Juno cupped his face with her hand, and then playfully smacked it.

“Get it together, Hipster. You’re fine.”

It turned out that Josh had been in lala land for quite a while. She took the time to fix the bike chain after she cleaned up his scrapes. After Juno helped him to his feet, she helped herself to a crisp, but sticky, five dollar bill from his wallet. Her hands were greasy from the work, so she accidentally smudged some on the money.

“For the repair,” she said. “First-aid is on the house… this time. Maybe you should walk the bike home, though, Hipster.”

“My name is Josh,” he said.

“I know,” she said, “Now go home.”

Josh walked his bike home with an uncomfortable erection. Inside his pants, his underwear felt sticky with precum. When he got home he found it difficult to jerk off while wearing the bandages, but he managed.

Twice.

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Nocturnal Emissions, a Smutty Smidgeon!

A lonely man meets the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, this particular paranormal story might not have a happy ending.

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This is the first in my new ongoing series of very short stories called Smutty Smidgeons. I originally put it on my “Free Erotica” page a few weeks ago but thought it might like to live here too. Smutty Smidgeons is where I will test drive my more “unusual” ideas… all quick and dirty-like. Ultimately, there will be a compilation. This one is a bit of a dark, paranormal confection.

A lonely man meets the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, this particular paranormal story might not have a happy ending.

Nocturnal Emissions, By Tracey DeSanto

William scrambled his eggs. He used his knuckles, abstractly, to remove the sleep from from his eyes. Yawn, stir, flip… He got the eggs onto his toast. Sipping black coffee, he leaned against the counter and forked the food into his mouth. He was tired. Sleep had been poor.

As he chewed and swallowed, William tried to remove the cobwebs from his consciousness. Last night he’d had dreams. They had been dirty. That wide female from the lunch room… the one with the odd facial tic… was it a wink? She had figured prominently. Her name-tag read “Angela”. William was surprised because he didn’t see her as particularly attractive during the daytime when he bought his sandwich. In his dream she had been different.

In his dream they had both been nude. Angela had bent over his prone body. She’d smiled and held his penis. It had begun softly. She stroked him, pulling him against her soft  body. The jerking grew in ferocity until he came painfully, exploding in an alarming way. Bolting awake, the trousers of his pyjamas had been wet and sticky: a  messy testimony.

William was a sensible man of forty-two, and a bachelor. It had been three decades since this had happened to him. He hid the soiled pants in the bottom of the trash, even though his mother was long-deceased and could no longer root out such things. He finished his breakfast, straightened his tie, and went to work with bloodshot eyes.

During lunch that day he approached Angela with trepidation. She sold him a ham and swiss. When she gave it to him their hands met for a moment. Her fingers were warm. Her large bosom was fully concealed beneath a wide work apron. She glanced at him and winked. Was it a wink? William was startled to feel a stirring in his boxers, so he fled to the far corner of the lunch room. Eating in nibbles, he stole glances at this wide-hipped creature that had infiltrated his subconscious. Things calmed down in his undergarments, but it took some time.

Later that evening, William found himself preoccupied with thoughts of Angela. As he watched ‘The Honeymooners” on his new black and white television, mental images of the lunch-lady made it difficult to concentrate on Alice and Ralf. He was drowsy, but he refused to go to bed for fear of further nocturnal impropriety. At midnight, after the programming went off-air, the white noise of the machine dragged him into dreamland. He  drifted off, illuminated by the glow of the television test-pattern.

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William stood under the shower and turned the right-hand knob counterclockwise. Cold water beat against his scalp and trickled down his body. As it reached his genitals he shivered, groggy and weak from lack of rest. He had tossed and turned all night. Sleep had been fractured. William’s pubic hair was matted from another nocturnal emission. He reached for the soap, hoping to get clean.

In last night’s dream she had returned. They were nude, again. William reclined on the chair where he had fallen asleep. He was unable to move, as if he was strapped down. Angela looked at  him and raised an eyebrow. Offering him a gentle half-smile, she cupped her breasts and held them forward. Her enormous pillows shifted towards him, pink nipples protruding. William’s penis leapt to strength almost violently.

Angela moistened her thin lips, parted them, and exhaled. Leaning forwards, she pressed the hard buttons of her soft breasts against his chest and dragged them down his torso. Kneeling on the floor before him, she caught his penis between her tits. Then she pushed her breasts together, making him disappear. William shuddered in his soft prison, unable to move. Her skin was cool and smooth. The sensation was sweet agony.

The woman pressed her face down between her tits and sucked him while rubbing herself against his cock. William climaxed almost immediately, with a shout. She looked up at him and held his gaze, jism trailing from the corner of her mouth. There was no mistake this time. She winked. He continued, implausibly, to ejaculate. It was almost painful in its intensity. Angela rolled his dick between her breasts and let the stuff spurt and cascade into her deep, soft cleavage. This happened for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, William woke up.

He cleaned his body in the shower and dressed hurriedly. Late for work, he had no time for breakfast. Upon arrival, he mumbled an apology to his supervisor and fumbled groggily through his morning tasks. He was ineffectual, haunted by thoughts of Angela, nude and winking, covered in his cum. By noon he was ravenous.

In the lunch room she smiled crookedly when he approached. When she handed him a corned beef on rye, she held him by the wrist and added an apple to go with it. Her touch sent heat down William’s arm and directly to his groin. His erection shot up in response. The man nodded, cleared his throat, and fled the lunch room to eat at his desk. He could think of nothing but her nipples against his chest and his endless orgasm. By the time the work day was finished, his erection had subsided enough that he could go home.

On the way William stopped and bought a fifth of whiskey. He drank half the bottle while eating canned peaches. Pretending to watch television, in his mind’s eye there was only Angela. Exhausted, intoxicated, and no longer in possession of any pyjamas that were free of his own ejaculate, he stripped naked and lay on top of his bed. Sleep bludgeoned him.

She was waiting for him in his dreams.

Angela stood at the foot of his bed, purposefully naked. Her female-ness nearly screamed at him. Curly auburn hair tumbled past her shoulders, no longer hidden in a bun under a hair net. The jutting and obscene curve of her breasts beckoned to him above the soft warmth of her belly. Further below, her stubby fingers probed the furry confines of her crotch. Rubbing and pulling at herself, the creature revealed ruddy and eager labia. Her clitoris presided over the activities.

She snapped her slippery fingers and grinned a crooked grin. William’s penis jumped to hardness. He was motionless and helpless, pinned to a mattress in a dream. Preposterously nimble, Angela hopped up on the bed and stood above him, just over his midsection. Looking down, she placed her hands on her hips and gyrated. William gazed up, transfixed, into her cunt. Coy and elemental, her beautiful vagina was pink and furry. Receptive and slick, it winked at him. William trembled with fear and desire as his cock strained against the confines of its own flesh, so hard and desperate that it grew an inch.

Angela dropped on him in one fell swoop, impaling her ripeness on his prick. It began softly. Her yonic muscles caressed and pulled him. Gradually, she bore down, writhing, and tried to push his cock deep into the centre of her body. Her pussy was a supernatural entity, a lake of fire and lubrication. It gripped him and would not let go.

Straddling, riding high, she fucked him. As she drew herself up and down, her breasts bounced and rippled like jellyfish in a current. She raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, dancing an ancient belly-dance on top of William. The slap and squelch of the juicy action was an out-of-tune soundtrack to the to the bizarre ritual she performed. She began to gnash and mutter arcane noises, rising almost off of him and then slamming back down with all her force. Her eyes sparked, gleaming red.

William surrendered to the ecstasy of copulation. Every time she swallowed him, there was less of him left. It was a shuddering subtraction, each step bringing him closer to a final climax. Angela’s incantations reached a fever pitch. She barked a command in an inhuman dialect and William was swept into her. He came joyously, willingly, and involuntarily. The semen was pumped out of him relentlessly, down to the drop, until there was nothing left but his soul. Then his soul followed. Swooning, he faded and drifted, losing himself in her completely, and was gone.

The succubus left what remained of William on the bed. She strode to the shadow in the corner and kissed her master. Satan was pleased.

Copyright 2016, all rights reserved

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Masturbation Monday ~ Double Caramel Mochaccino

masturbation-monday-badge-small18 + Readers Only! This is my first offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to write a bit of hot and sassy free smut that makes one tend towards self-love. Hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit the site and to read all the free offerings there.

Double Caramel Mochaccino, by Tracey DeSanto

Baby slept peacefully. This was of the utmost importance. A great deal of nap-training had gone into it. She had conditioned Baby to pass out every day, in the stroller, after a fresh-air walk. Janice arrived at the coffee shop. If The Baby resisted sleep, she circled the block, singing “hush little baby” until the Baby hushed.

Janice assumed the position. She had herself ensconced in her booth at the opposite side of the room from the coffee counter. The stroller blocked her way out. She opened her laptop in front of her and got Facebook up and running for no reason. She pretended to be looking at the screen, but she wasn’t. Hiding behind her various barriers and peering over the top of her computer. She peeked at Josh.

Josh was a hipster and unapologetic. The gym had made him trim. His chestnut hair topped his tall frame. He sported a large, sculpted, beard. Josh’s black jeans that snugged around his narrow waist. His blue plaid shirt clung to his muscular torso like a glove. Josh had rolled his sleeves up above his elbows for functionality’s sake, and to show off the jumble of old-school tattoos. He smiled easily with full, erotic lips, and his eyes sparked hot and friendly, but not inappropriate.

Janice had already revelled in the casual interaction of ordering her Double Caramel Mochaccino from him. It tasted sweet, dark, and jacked-up… just like Josh. She suspected he was creamy, too, when provoked. She had chatted casually with him and accidentally touched his hand as she paid. That made her clit snap to attention. By the time she had retreated to her outpost she’d moistened up, wet as a lake. Janice sipped her delicious drink and watched him, imagining his taste.

She imagined the cafe had closed. Baby had no part in this scenario. She imagined that she knelt under the counter as he wiped down the giant shiny espresso machine. Josh, game for fun, kept an eye out for intruders as Janice unzipped his fly and released his penis. It rolled forward happily, stiffening immediately. She found his cock to be gorgeous: slightly longer than average, not too thick, with coy veins running the length up to a firm and flaring head. This was Josh’s cock, she decided.

Janice held on to both of Josh’s hips and kissed the tip. She licked around the edge of his head and wrapped her lips around it. Inside her mouth she tongued him as she pushed her head forward, accomodating more of his lovely length. Once she took about half of him, she sucked hard and pushed back against his hips at the same time. Josh shifted his weight and grunted. He traced his fingertips along the top of Janice’s head and caressed her intimately. Then he rocked his pelvis up and pushed his cock firmly into her mouth, groaning as he did so. Janice opened wide and let him slide right on in. He couldn’t see her bright eyes and grin under the counter.

Janice slid one hand down the front of her yoga pants to address the slippery tumult between her legs. She reached past her bud, and slid two fingers deep inside herself. This caused her to shudder and suck hard. She began fucking herself with the curved claw of her fingers while she clamped her lips around Josh’s delicious prick. She used her other hand to pump him as she sucked. Delirious, she became aware of his trembling knees and low guttural moans. Not, yet… she thought, please… please… not yet.

Janice got her thumb on her clit and rubbed furiously as she probed and pulled at her g-spot. She was close… Her eyelids fluttered as she took all of Josh into her mouth. He held her with both hands and began fucking her mouth with joyous abandon. Josh began grunting, uhn! uhn! uhn! with each consecutive thrust of his cock. She could taste him becoming salty and generous on the back of her tongue.

As his cream came, so did Janice.

He erupted, spurting copiously in her mouth. She held him there and sucked, trembling and shivering. As he squirted his cream into her mouth, she squirted on her own hand, her cunt spasming and pulsating like a flamenco dancer on fire.

She swallowed his cum. He was good to the last drop.

The Baby cried loudly. Mom’s playdate ended immediately. Back to reality.

Janice scanned the room to see if anyone saw her withdraw her hand from her yoga pants. She wore a skirt over them so as to hide the inevitable, ridiculous wet spot. She cooed nice words to Baby and rocked the stroller as she packed up to leave. When she made her way past Josh at the counter she smiled and put a crisp five into the tip jar with her sticky fingers.

“See you tomorrow,” she said.

 

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Newsy News Newsletter 1

 

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All Hail Team DeSanto!

Welcome to the fantastic new era of DeSanto Informational Services. This is my new way of letting you know what’s what. I am attempting to gather all my various social media monkeys to get them flying together. I have a re-worked website. I am playing with a blog and RSS feeds. Honestly? I am in way over my head.

It is late August, 2016: a heady time for smut-writers. We add heat to an already hot day, and it can be pretty damn scorching. Here’s what I have been up to lately, in case you didn’t know…

Last month I released my newest novella, Shifter Shelter, to an unsuspecting world. I heard all the cool writers were doing it and felt it was only fair to the shifter community that I offer a Very DeSanto Contribution. There is lotsa sex: some straight, some lesbian, some bi, some kinky, you know… fun stuff. You’ll find plenty of intrigue and adventure. There is even a chance that somebody will end up having sex with a werewolf. I mean… how can you resist? You can’t? Good. Click here. Also… I would be remiss if i didn’t tell you that it’ll be freakin’ FREE on Amazon over the Labour Day Long Weekend (Sept. 3-5). So, you know… wait until then and grabs yerself a copy. Tell them Tracey sent you. Tell your friends. Read it aloud at the weenie roast.

I am experimenting with shorts and what is in them. I want to share the contents of my shorts with you. I think you’ll find there’s some good stuff in my shorts. Haha. See what I did there? My first freebie is already up and waiting for you. It is called Nocturnal Emissions and it is part of Smutty Smidgeons… that’s my new series of 1000 to 1500-word treats that will always be FREE on my website. I mean, I vigorously encourage you to sign up for my mailing list when you help yourself to my shorts, but it’s optional… the signing up, I mean.  Did I mention that it’s FREE?

I have been getting some nice reviews. All of them five stars. Really, honestly, actually. Check out the books here on my author page. See all those stars? I love that! It means so much to me. It shows me that people are out there reading and enjoying my work. I have so much fun making these stories for you all, it makes me giddy to see a new review.

So… do you want to review a DeSanto book? I’ll make it easy for you. Send me a note here, and tell me which book you’d like to review (no compendiums, please). I will send you a reviewing copy for…. wait for it… FREE! That’s right. Just like reefers in the playground, the first one is free. Do an honest review of the book (on Amazon or Goodreads or BOTH!) when you are done. Then send me a link to the review, and guess what?! You can pick another book to review for free. If you keep sending me links to your reviews of DeSanto Smut, I will keep sending you books. I also love you for doing it. THANKS!

What’s coming up now, you might ask? Imagine an erection joke as my reply.  Wait… enjoy… and… on to business. I am currently working on a short story that will be part of a new series of 99-cent Quickies. Hopefully that’ll be out within the month. It might be science fiction. You’ll just have to wait and see.  Also. I am outlining my very first SEQUEL. See if you can guess which DeSanto book is ready for a follow-up. Also, if you have a favourite, there’s never been a better time to drop me a line and let me know. You might just influence future events like Marty McFly tried not to.

So, to recap: New Blog Newsletter with RSS Feed and Mailing List Support. New Shifter Shelter Novella. New Free Smut at the Website. New Pleas for More Reviews. New Projects Currently Underway. That’s enough for my first actual Newsy News Newsletter, isn’t it? I hope so. Let me ask one last thing.  Are you on the #TeamDeSanto Mailing List? I would LOVE it of you joined. It will make it really easy to keep you in the loop. G’wan! DO IT. You’d hate to miss anything.

See you later. This has been fun, but I have smut to write.

Hugs and Kisses,

Tracey