Hi everyone, I am proud to announce that my newest freeuse book is officially on the market! To get a great idea at what this book is all about, check out the free teasers that detail some of the characters and themes you’ll be seeing in the book.
Hi everyone, my novel Elysium is out on Amazon and available here for purchase! It’s a 35,000 word romp that I’m sure you’ll love, so give it a look. Here we have a second teaser for it, again, another scene that didn’t make it to the book but showcases the characters and the kind of stuff you can expect if you purchase the book. Enjoy!
Lynda was stuck halfway through the wall with her bubble-butt free for the public to use at their discretion. It was a good job and it paid well, and Lynda often felt that she had an itch that only an 8-inch cock could scratch.
I showered and washed myself very thoroughly, going over my body with a critical eye. I had to make sure everything was shaved to the smoothest degree, that every patch of dry skin was moisturised, that every blemish was noted and treated so that it would leave my skin flawless and perfect.
Hi everyone, here is a teaser for my novel Prisoner now available on Amazon here. It clocks in at 11,227 words, or close to 30 pages depending on font size (on ebook readers it will be a lot more). The chapters are broken up into in-text days, leading to an uneven word count, but here is the first two paragraphs for your enjoyment.
“Where are we going?” Lucy was dressed up in fishnet stockings, red high heels, a mini skirt, and a top that showed so much cleavage that it was almost illegal. John had made her wear the skimpy clothes, of course, and had brought her out on the town.
Abigail’s face was pushed up against the rough brick wall and she sighed and hoped that her clothes wouldn’t get too dirty in the ensuing activities. She was wearing a short dress that barely hugged her ass and it really was one of her favourites: some men could get rough in their need to pull out her breasts, and she had already mended it twice before.
The mistress pulls out a butt plug from her bag of tricks and pops it in her own mouth, sucking on it like a lollypop. It’s big enough to barely fit in, wide and long. She kneels down and spreads the punk-girl’s ass cheeks, then pulls the plug out of her mouth and jams it deep inside. She has to twist it and force it in—the hole is fairly damn tight.
Susan walked into the bar, heels clacking on the tiled floor. The place was an upscale bar, with abstract art on the walls and brightly coloured bar stools. All the women wore furs, evening dresses, clothes of that nature. Susan felt completely underdressed in just her bikini; it was her usual daywear in a world where a woman could get fucked ten times before she got to work, but Billy hadn’t told her that this was a high-class kind of place…