Happy Birthday to ME! ~Newsy News!~

image-1-1Welcome to my First Birthday Party!  Tracey DeSanto is One Year Old.

Fifty-two weeks ago (November 18th, 2015) I uploaded my first book to Amazon. The learning curve to become a self-published smut-peddler was  steep… I was utterly clueless.

On the writing side, things have gone nicely… I’ve been promoting my library over the past few weeks and taking stock. The first thing I can say is I have a freaking LIBRARY! A year ago there was NADA. Now there is a variety of DeSanto treats to choose from. Yay, me.

I have always said that, as a nerd, I intend to visit my favourite realms and “have sex” in them. Today the DeSanto Smut Universe includes Circus sexSword and Sorcery sex, Shifter sex, Science Fiction sex, Horror sex, Paranormal Fairie sex, and even Old West Polygamy Farm sex. I have published EIGHT BOOKS. Please go to my Amazon page and check them out. They are dirty and nerdy. They are affordable. I am proud of them. Tell your friends and tell the world that Tracey DeSanto needs readers.

I have also been posting FREE EROTICA on my website. Check it out. You will find the stories satisfying, I promise! It’s all the DeSanto Goodness with none of the calories! What have you got to lose? I mean… the price ain’t gonna get any lower!

At the time of this writing I have (from all my books combined) 27 Amazon reviews. Amazon didn’t  crunch the numbers for me, so I did it myself. I have an average rating of 4.7 out of 5 Stars. In school that would be 94%, so I just  squeaked an A+! I am so thankful to the readers and reviewers who made that possible. Without them I am just someone with a dirty imagination and a computer… a very dirty imagination and a computer that needs replacing.

While the writing part of being an author has gone pretty well, on the business side, things are tougher. I have to acknowledge that, after a year, I haven’t made any money. There are expenses associated with just being Tracey DeSanto (website, covers, etc…) and my book sales haven’t covered them. It’s not a lot of cash, but Tracey DeSanto is in the red. That means that, at this point, writing smut is a hobby, not a job. So, for ebook business and marketing I have to give myself a C-. Not failing, but close to it.

Still… in the past year I have built a nice foundation. Also, and very importantly, I am having fun. If I can manage to turn this into a job, it’ll be a dream job.

In my bio I say that I want to write “positive stories that are hot for women, men, LGBT folks, singles, and couples.” I say that I will make sure “a dirty story is also a good story.” That, along with my nerdy scenarios, informs my DeSanto Manifesto (otherwise known as #BetterSmut.)

In a DeSanto book, generally, women are the stars of the show. They are agents of their own pleasure. There is consent. Alpha males, if they exist at all, are there for the pleasure of the women. Straight, gay, and bi characters all have a good time. Kinks are appreciatively explored. A DeSanto story is meant to be a great place for everyone to get off.

The stories have fully realized characters. They have a beginning, a middle and an end. They have punctuation, grammar, and sentence structure. I will not disrespect my fellow-smut writers here, but I regret to admit that our genre shows a lack of literacy at times. A lack of literacy is not the road to #BetterSmut. It creates pot-holes in the road and derails the delight. More outlining, proofing, and editing would help us all. (I include myself in that statement.)

We all deserve to be reading #BetterSmut. As writers, we should be trying to write #BetterSmut, and also sharing it when we see it. Maybe try using it as a tag when you tweet about something that turns your crank. You know… like, “I just read Mintie Price’s new Collection! I came twice. It is definitely #BetterSmut” or “If you are looking for free #BetterSmut you should check out Kayla Lord’s Masturbation Mondays.” or “Mischa Eliot is a great supporter and creator of #BetterSmut.” or “Amber Skye’s lesbian erotica is wet and slippery #BetterSmut.”

See? Easy. Working together, we can all find our way to #BetterSmut. 😉

So… if you have read this far, congratulations and thanks! Here’s my birthday present to YOU! On the weekend of my birthday, from Nov. 18-20th, my Sexy Science Fiction Romp “Space Girls! ~ Part One: When Worlds Collide!” will be absolutely FREE! Put it in your calendar and go get it with my thanks and blessing! You honour me by reading my stuff.

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Free Nov. 18-20!

That’s it. Happy Birthday to me. Thanks for everything. If you have any suggestions or just wanna chew the fat, send me an email, find me on twitter, or comment in space below. It also wouldn’t hurt to join my mailing list: #TeamDeSanto.

ps… Winter is coming. You might want to keep your eyes peeled for a special Christmas book that I haven’t written yet. Whew! Guess I better get busy! Is it too early for eggnog?

 

Pecking Order for Masturbation Monday

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18 + Readers Only! This is my very special Birthday  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. I sincerely hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site to read all the free stories there. 

One year ago this week I uploaded my very first erotic book, Pecking Order, to Amazon. It is also my only book (so far) that has hot man on man sex in it. It seems appropriate to share this short excerpt here, given the special date, and the inspirational image over at Kayla’s site.

If you like my free excerpt today, you should really investigate all my books, over at Amazon. Also, don’t forget to join my mailing list.

Okay… without further ado… Gay man on younger bisexual man action in  an old western setting:


Jeremiah Brown closed the barn door behind him and slid the bolt. The man radiated ownership and authority as he strode towards the boy.

“Ah. I am glad that I caught you here,” he said as he clapped a friendly hand on Henry’s shoulder. The Master of the estate and leader of the Elder’s Council smiled. He cut a fine figure in his tailored black suit with brass buttons. His tall and broad body was resisting the signs of his age. Jeremiah remained vigorous and vital, though it had been since he participated in the physical labour of the farm. His attentions now centred on management, administration and the Lord’s Work. While his shoulder-length hair remained chestnut brown, his sideburns were grey, framing a close-shaved face with inquisitive eyes and a hawkish nose.

Henry’s face felt hot. Fine sweat released fragrance of cunt under his nose. He prayed that he was the only one who smelled Josephine on his shameful face. Henry tried to compose himself and not gawk at his employer. Truth be told, Master Jeremiah Brown was much more than Henry’s employer. He was a monarch of a man. There were few in the community who approached his wealth and influence. Henry’s mother and father had rejoiced that Master Brown had chosen their strong son as the newest hired hand. It was well known that poor boys of little consequence found their way to a better position after a few years of service under Jeremiah. He had a reputation of being a “Maker of Men”.

Henry tried to evade the older man’s eyes. “Good morning, Master. I’m getting the mares ready for the trip into town. I’m sorry, but I didn’t expect you to need them so soon.” His cheeks blazed and released a fresh wave of female perfume.

“Don’t worry, foolish boy.” The man chuckled. He pulled out a gold watch on an elaborate chain and fob. “I have time before I must leave for my sacred duties to the Community,” he said. “First, I need to have a quick word with you regarding your prospects. Come along now.” Master Brown crooked a finger at Henry and turned to walk briskly towards the tack room.

Henry entered that room for the second time that morning, full of shame and frustration. He knew the depravity that had occurred there only moments before. Master Brown stood near a shelf of horse remedies, rubbing something into his clean hands. “You know Henry, when I was a boy like yourself I laboured hard at the farm. I found that chores worked the Devil on my hands and made them chapped and sore. I also found that rubbing this fine saddle oil into the hurt helped a great deal. Come here and I’ll show you.” Henry advanced reluctantly.

“Don’t be shy, son,” Master Brown said, as he gripped Henry’s wrist and began smearing the liniment into his hand’s chapped creases. Henry was startled at the pleasant sensation as the older man massaged his palms and lubricated them with the greasy, medicinal stuff. “There. Feels fine, doesn’t it, boy?” Jeremiah Brown concentrated on his task. The nimble stroking of the older man’s immaculate hands intimidated Henry. He couldn’t recall ever being touched in such an intimate way. Henry stared at the floor in shame as his cock began to stiffen.

Master Brown cupped Henry’s chin and turned his face so as to look at him. Henry caught his gaze, surprised at the attractiveness of his Master.

“There… better,” the Master said. “Now we begin.”

He held Henry by one hand while he reached into his pocket. The young man heard the jingle of coins. “You remember Elijah Martin, don’t you?” he asked. “Eli was a boy much like yourself when I hired him those ten years ago. Look how well he’s done for himself.” Henry knew that Eli Martin had a small farm of his own, two wives and six children. He had seen them file into temple, a happy, comfortable group. Master Brown’s eyes became reflective.

“Yes, Elijah was sweet, but dirt poor like you. I did all I could to set him up. It helps to have a man of means on your side.”

Jeremiah held up a heavy silver dollar, holding it directly before Henry’s eyes. The shiny disc represented more money than Henry had ever touched at one time. “I pay you… what is it? One dollar per month for your farm duties? Well, a young man who hopes to wed will never manage on that. Luckily there are other things a boy can do with a man who befriends him, especially if he is in need of a nest egg.”

Master Brown leaned in and kissed him. A fresh wave of womanly funk rose from the pores on the boy’s downy face. Jeremiah Brown sniffed and eyed him quizzically. Then he gripped and released the buttons on Henry’s overalls, which fell quietly to the floor around his ankles. “Well, now… Let’s get a look at you.”

Master Brown took a step back. “Kindly remove the rest of your clothing, Henry” he dictated, in a tone similar to what he used used when instructing the blacksmith. Henry had long since come to the conclusion that he would be spending eternity in Hell. Besides, what choice did he have?

The lithe lines of the muscles in his arm danced and flexed as he pulled off his shirt and undergarments. Henry’s body glowed in the half-light of the tack room. Long and clean of limb, with fine definition of muscle and only scant hair at the chest and armpits, he offered a conflicting image of boy and man. Henry’s beard did not grow in thickly yet, but a fine crop of downy, black fur surrounded his cock. Master Brown’s eyes mapped him up and down, cataloguing all the details.

“Thank you, Lord. He’ll do just fine.”

Jeremiah Brown smiled wolfishly at Henry and began to disrobe. He held Henry’s gaze while systematically removing each item of clothing. Under the jacket and shirt his Master revealed a well-muscled torso with a dense thatch of hair trailing downwards. His shoulders were broad; his arms were thick and capable. He dropped his breeches unceremoniously to his ankles, standing as nude as Henry. The boy was fascinated by the man’s penis, which stood erect and solid. “All right, boy. Let’s see what I can teach you.” Master Brown stepped out of his trousers and crossed the room with the agile speed of an athlete. He reached Henry and pulled him close with one hand while taking his cock in the other. The Master kissed him again while holding him, walking him irresistibly towards the wall. Henry found himself returning the kisses in a furtive and hungry way.

The silver coin was placed next to the open jar of ointment on the wall shelf. Jeremiah instructed Henry to turn his back and grip the shelf on either side. “Keep your eye on the prize, my fine colt,” he said. Henry found himself spread-eagled and facing the wall. In one fluid movement Master Brown dipped the two forefingers of his left hand into the jar of oil. He reached between Henry’s slender buttocks and worked his fingers in.

Henry gasped. Before he could cry out in protest Master Brown took a shock of his ebony hair and pulled his head back. He whispered, “Oh no, you must be silent. Here, bite down on this.” Henry sighed relief as the Master released his hair, only to sputter as he bit down on the riding crop that Master Brown was easing into his mouth. The pain faded as his Master’s lubricated fingers teased his ass for what felt like a long time, probing. There was a place within that flamed arousal under Master Brown’s attentions. Henry let forth a moan as he bit down on the leather crop and pushed against his Master’s hand. “Ah, yes… you see, boy?” growled Jeremiah. “I think we can proceed.”

Just as Henry’s cock was beginning to rise, Master Brown disengaged. “Eye’s front, my young stallion.” Henry braced himself, gripping the edge of the shelf. His Master held him by the hips and begin to enter him. Henry yelped and chewed hard on the crop as his anus widened gradually and inexorably to accommodate his Master’s resolute prick. His legs buckled and he became light-headed as the fucking commenced, slow and shallow at first, but building in speed and depth until he bounced up off the ground with each of the man’s thrusts. Master Brown’s grunts of pleasure came at regular intervals as he screwed Henry in long, steady strokes. The ointment and silver dollar rattled and jumped in time on the shelf. Master Brown’s breathing changed. It became deep and hoarse as his cock grew harder inside Henry. He pushed himself in as deep as he could and held Henry on him, muttering a quiet prayer.

Henry was pinioned like a bird on a spit, unable to move. He squirmed. His ass hurt, but every nerve in his body also jangled with new and exotic pleasures. Henry, not for the last time, despaired for his eternal soul.

A sensation of emptiness and falling washed over him as Master Brown released him. Dropping dizzily to his knees, Henry craned his neck to see Master Jeremiah Brown towering above him. He stood righteous; his turgid cock pointed skyward  like the mast of a ship. Jeremiah gripped Henry by the ear with one hand and began to pump his cock with the other.

“You are now mine until I release you.” He stated, jerking. “You will offer service and I shall reward you.” His eyes were smouldering and his face bloomed livid with ecstasy and Heavenly Spirit. “I Choose you, Take you, and Own you,” the stroking became frenzied, “In the name of the Lord, and his Ways, and his Servants!” As he chanted, his penis erupted in thick gobs of semen. He touched the head of his cock to Henry’s forehead and distributed a seemingly endless anointing of creamy jism across the boy’s face.

“For this is my Right and my Way, as the Master is the Servant under his Lord,” he exhaled, smiling. Spent, he released Henry.

“Amen.”

Henry was told that he should clean himself up and hurry to prepare the team and buggy for the trip to town. He was informed that his new duties with the Master were to recur every week at the same time and place. It was made clear that any absence, or lack of discretion, would carry consequences. He cleaned himself and dressed as best he could, pocketed the silver dollar, and got back to work.

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You can download all of Pecking Order: The Master, the Mistress & the Maid here.