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?

 

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

 

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

For more awesome Free Erotica by Tracey DeSanto, click here.

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.

 

copyright 2016, all rights reserved

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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