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.

masturbation-monday-badge-small18 + Readers Only! This is my 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! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site and to read all the free offerings there.

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.


Want more creepy sexy stuff like this? Check out Odd Bits & Dark Corners by Tracey DeSanto.

 

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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.

masturbation-monday-badge-small18 + 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. Hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site and to read all the free offerings there.

 

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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