Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Dirty Ball: Jungle Beauty Goddesses by Cassandra George Sturges



Dirty Ball
Jungle Beauty Goddesses
Book 3
Cassandra George Sturges



Genre: Fantasy, Fiction, Mythology Erotica

Date of Publication:  November 10, 2019
ASIN:  B08192Q5HZ
Number of pages:  150
Word Count:  44,790

Book Description:

The Jungle Beauty Goddesses: Dirty Ball- Book 3 is a story about love… the familial love and loyalty of family and the unbreakable bond between the seven sisters… and the power of love and how it plunges, crashes, and melds beings of different realms and realties. The Jungle Beauty Goddesses Series has been coined “Nubian Mythology a Modern Creation Story.” All life is created by sexual energy—this story is not meant to be erotic—it merely captures the sensuality of the universal powers and enthralling forces that make us human, frail, mortal, and vulnerable.




Excerpt 3
I activated the divinity codes from the trees of knowledge because I wanted to be a hero, someone that my people could look up to and respect.  Where did I go wrong? Please. Can you help me, Afar?”
“Dahling, you don’t want to be a hero. Let some common foolish humans do that. It is not a good look for a man of your stature. Heroes are the worst kind of predators, but oppressed people don’t know it because the hero is the middleman between God and the Devil. Heroes need people. People don’t need heroes. The word itself implies that someone needs to be a hapless victim, unable to navigate circumstances beyond their control. Heroes are predators who feed off people who have not awakened into the power of their inner god. Heroes need someone to feel inferior so that they can feel superior. They need things to be broken so that they can feel good about themselves by fixing them. Heroes are pathetic beings because humans don’t fear or respect them. They are only as valuable as their last good deed.
You assumed that you were helping people when you planted the seeds of civilization, and tricked them into cultivating and toiling the land to build their collective invisible prisons. You gave them the illusion of limited time and resources. This is the price for human evolution. You did this, Mada. This is all your doing. You can’t be the villain and the hero.



About the Author:


Cassandra George Sturges is the author of “A Woman’s Soul on Paper,” “Success and Beauty is an Attitude,” “The Illusion of Beauty: Why Women Hate Themselves and Envy Other Women,” and “Why Racism is a Mental Illness.” For many years, she was an advice columnist for Today’s Black Woman Magazine and is currently a full-time psychology and sociology professor at a college in the mid-west. She is a high school dropout who graduated with her General Education Diploma and eventually earned five college degrees including two masters and a doctorate degree. In her late forties, she began making life-size fabric sculpture, cloth dolls that turned out to be the main characters in her Jungle Beauty Goddesses coming of age, modern creation Nubian Mythology fantasy fiction, sensuous, romantic series. She is the mother of two adult children, a grandmother, and for over 20-years has shared her life with her twin flame.








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Monday, December 16, 2019

Curse by Serafina Silk



Curse
Samaritan
Book 1
Serafina Silk

Genre: Erotica/Supernatural/Thriller
Publisher: Serafina!

Date of Publication:  15 November 2019
ISBN: 9781916066427
ASIN: B081GF53QD

Number of pages: 198
Word Count: 35,000

Tagline: How far would you go to help someone get over their ex?

Book Description:

When Chris gives a deathbed kiss to her best friend her safe world is turned upside-down as a strange sexual obsession and compulsion begins.

But what is driving it? And how will it affect her safe but boring marriage?

The Sex Samaritan series combines erotica and mystery as Chris' journey takes her into a dark and sensual world in which more than her family life is suddenly threatened.


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Excerpt:

With a hand on Evan’s shocked face, I reached in and pressed my lips against his. He was shaking, like he was trapped. When our lips touched, he became still. Once again, it was as if there were two worlds: the one in which we were Evan and Min, and the one in which Evan and I were sexless old acquaintances. There wasn’t time now to wonder how or why.  Unable to cut the Min side out, I just wanted to savour not being Chris the Reliable, Chris the Predictable, Chris the Wife.
I could feel it. The incredible heat between Min and Evan was something exciting I had never experienced in my own sex life. Sure, when Arron and I first got together, he took me to new places. Sex with him in the early days was mind-blowing, but this was an upgrade, no question. No wonder Evan had given up trying to match the experience in the years since she left him.
He broke from increasingly urgent kisses to whispers. “Why did you leave, Min? God, I love you. You will always be the love of my life.” After every line he returned to my mouth, unable to keep from the “sweet communion of a kiss,” as Judee Sill memorably described it.
It’s interesting that we kiss and eat with our mouth, isn’t it? It means that you can say things like, “we devoured each other.” It makes perfect sense - I understood that now. We were devouring each other. Our arms pulled each other tighter. We were both slim. Only my swelling breasts separated us. Our hands strayed across each other’s backs, giving our arms the support they needed to pull-in a fraction closer. The kisses, the sighs and the whispered phrases of loss from Evan, seemed to go on, deliriously, forever. Yet, my body needed more. Min may have been driving this, but Chris also had to know - I knew I could not carry on without feeling what Min and Evan had felt together.
It was me who lowered my hands first, to squeeze Evan’s arse. His soon followed suit and his hands pushed flat against my back and dove behind my jeans, under my panties. He tease-bit my lip, upping the ante. I groaned as, for the first time in 15 years, a man who wasn’t my husband, touched my aroused, naked flesh. And boy, was it aroused.
Constricted by the material, Evan could do no more than feel and knead my cheeks, but my pussy throbbed at the thought of what I hoped was to come. Unable to wait, I brought my hands to the front, unlatching the clasp of his trousers, pulling the zip down an inch or two. There was just enough room to slip my right hand into the top of his boxers.



About the Author:

Like the hero of the Samaritan series, Serafina Silk has been a highly successful reporter and journalist, working both local and national newsrooms in America and the UK.

Like Chris, Serafina has two children and is happily married.

Also like Chris, she has interviewed many celebrities.

Cursed is her first novella – Book 1 of the ongoing Samaritan series.




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Thursday, December 5, 2019

Hardcore Holiday Erotica with Cuckcakes, Cuckqueens, Santa, Krampus and More

The Christmas Cuckcake
Serena Synn

When Craig asks Ronnie what she wants for Christmas he is not prepared for her answer.


Veronica has decided to finally tell her husband her dirty little sexual secret. She’s a cuckquean and wants to watch Craig have sex with other women.


Ronnie’s holiday wish is to have a cuckcake for Christmas, a sexy woman who will enjoy having sex with Craig while she watches.


Sweet little Trinity is the perfect gift.



Warning: Contains FFM threesome, fisting, Cuckquean and Cuckcake fetish scenarios, and a lesbian scene

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Seducing Santa  
Serena Synn 

Cassie’s Christmas is not going well. She desperately wants to give her daughter a good Christmas yet on Christmas Eve the tree is up but there are no presents underneath.

She has one more chance. It’s a long shot. Cassie believes in the magic of Christmas. So she gets all dolled up in her sexiest Christmas lingerie and waits for the big guy in red to arrive. 

Cassie plans to seduce Santa and convince him to leave more than one present for her little girl.

Can old Kris Kringle be swayed by Cassie’s charms?

Warning: Contains fisting and punishment by Santa





Punished by Krampus 
An Erotic Christmas Quickie 
Krampus Tales Book 1
by Serena Synn

Lizzie has been a naughty girl this year.

On December 5 she realizes what happens to naughty girls like her, they get a visit from Krampus.

Kris Kringle’s brother, Krampus, has special ways of punishing naughty girls. Ways that both parties may find extremely enjoyable.

Warning contains adult content. Includes light BDSM, spanking, fisting, and large object insertions.



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Punished by Krampus and Kris Kringle 
Krampus Tales 2
An Erotic Christmas Quickie 
Serena Synn

It’s Christmas Eve and Lizzie is ready to be tag teamed by Krampus and his brother Kris Kringle, better known as Santa Claus. 

Lizzie’s been extra naughty so the brothers have to make sure she’s punished in the best possible way, by both of them, at the same time.

It’ll be a Christmas Lizzie never forgets.




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Santa and the Succubus 
An Erotic Christmas Quickie 
by Serena Synn 

Genre: Hardcore Paranormal Erotica, Christmas Erotica

Release Date:  November 3

Book Description:

Santa has his work cut out for him punishing a naughty girl like Sylvie. 



Sylvie is a succubus, so she’s left a trail of broken hearts, broken homes and debauchery in her wake. 



But these two have something in common that could lead to something more than a night of punishment and pleasure. 



Will it join them together or will Santa become her next broken heart? 



Warning contains adult content. Includes light BDSM, spanking, fisting, and large object insertions. 

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Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Have a Swinging Christmas Season




Naughty Adult Party Games
Turn Your Next House Party Into A Swinging Event
Serena Synn

Genre: Non-Fiction, Lifestyle, Swinger, Adult Erotic, Games, Sexuality, Sex Games

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Book Description:

Are you looking to add a little spice to your next adult party?

Or are you already swinging but are in need of some fun games for your next event?

This book has exactly what you’re looking for. 

The games are broken into three sections for all comfort zones from curious beginners who just want to play, to soft swap swingers who love foreplay to full blown swingers who go all the way.

The Naughty Icebreakers section is full of sexy games which can break the ice, bare some skin and get players in a mood for more. These games are designed for newbie swingers and those who are just curious. For those willing to get playfully naughty but not sure if they really want to delve into swinging.

The Tantalizing Teasers section is full of games for those willing to explore soft swap activities. Full of foreplay style fun these games include oral sex activities and sex toys that will have guests getting down and dirty without hardcore penetration.

The We’re Swinging Now section contains erotic games that get explicitly hardcore. These games are for seasoned swingers and those who are honestly ready to play dirty.








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Monday, December 2, 2019

Asphyxia by Gori Suture


Asphyxia
The Paradox Chronicles
Book One
Gori Suture

Genre: visionary paranormal erotic horror


Publisher: Inside Henry’s Head

Date of Publication: re-released October 30, 2019

ISBN: Paperback 9780359916146,
ISBN: epub 9780359941834

Number of pages: 420
Word Count: 81,920

Cover Artist: Apothekari, Gori Suture,
& B.H. Young

Book Description:

Nathaniel, teenage occultist, is in love with Jithinia, a nihilistic sexpot.  All is well, until they meet Eldridge.  A shape-shifting creature from another dimension, he is quite mad.   He still feels the ghostly remnants of his amputated wings.  He can smell them rotting, feel the squirming maggots eating them.  The only thing that eases his suffering is devouring souls.  Cursed with this hunger, he knows that he is a monster, which only feeds his lunacy.  He is moments away from killing Nathaniel when he discovers something so astounding, he cannot continue.  As he falls in love with Nathaniel, he learns that true horror lies not in his monstrosity, but in his growing humanity. 

Danielle was abducted and physically mutilated in the name of God for years. Her vile keeper, Preacher, tortures his broken dolls until they pray, to help them find God.  One day, Danielle does.  She reunites with her lost love Jithinia, whose world is now spinning out of control. 

What follows is a magnum opus of magick and the true nature of God as the characters make their way through the sordid underbelly of modern Christian America.

Expand the mind, expand the soul!  The Paradox Chronicles are a series of metaphysical allegories which use extreme imagery and scenarios to jolt the psyche as a catalyst for spiritual growth.  Mind expansion doesn’t mean to simply elevate one’s thoughts in the highest direction; one must also debase one’s thoughts in the lowest direction.  Only then is the mind truly expanding in a balanced and veracious fashion. 

This book series attempts to rouse people from their hypnotic waking sleep. 

The Paradox Chronicles utilizes shock and horror juxtaposed with higher spiritual thinking to catapult the ego past its blockades, allowing for a deeper understanding of the veiled essence of divinity.  Asphyxia illustrates the power of perception and will, of enlightenment sought through debauchery, of awakening through titillation. 

Falling somewhere between the genres of visionary fiction and paranormal erotic horror, Asphyxia is a unique blend of depravity and insight.

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Excerpt:
A dreary dirge, thick like molasses, wept from a single organ as Jithinia gave her grandmother one last kiss goodbye.  She took a seat on the pew next to Nathaniel.  Despite the bitter cold outside, the funeral chapel felt like July in the Deep South.  She pulled a hand fan from the hymnbook rack and cooled herself.  On one side, there was a picture of white Jesus, and on the back, there was the twenty-third Psalm.  She read, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:”  
The hymn ended, and the pastor began his hollow bit — ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the bitch is dead; don’t make a fuss.
Jithinia heard the flapping of wings and a woeful coo.  She looked up and saw four doves trapped in the heating vent above her.  Two of them were dead; their stiff little feet hung down through the shit-caked metal grid.  She elbowed Nathaniel.  “Look up,” she whispered.
When he saw the birds, he remembered the dove from his dream, flailing its wings and screeching as its chest split open, and a feeling of foreboding washed over him.
The heat came on.  The birds squawked and hopped about.  The clicking of their feet sounded like Sammy Davis Jr. doing a tap dance.  Feathers rained down upon Jithinia and Nathaniel.  The hot air spilled over the carrions and filled the room with the rancid stench of decay.
Jithinia felt caged, too, like she could do so much more with her life, be anything, even fly, if the Fates would only release her from their trap.  
Just then, the vent fell open.  The dead birds landed at Jithinia’s feet with a fleshy thud, and she felt dizzy and hollow as she began to hyperventilate.
The two live birds flew around the chapel in a panic.  The acoustics of the room caused the flapping of their wings to amplify and echo.  One dove flew to the skylight and began thrashing against the glass.  The other flew back and forth from the pulpit to the doors, finally lighting on a rafter above the pastor.
A thick, white glob fell from the bird’s ass, landed on the pastor’s right eye, and then slowly slid down his cheek.
Murmurs filled the room as everyone shuffled in their seats and looked at other things.  Jithinia’s mother turned a fan over and over in her hands.  Her uncle looked down at his watch.  Those with no other distractions scrutinized the hardwood floor. 
The pastor paused his sermon.  He cleared his throat, wiped his eye with his sleeve, and began again as if nothing had happened.  However, he hadn’t gotten it all.  He had snow-white bird shit smeared across his face.  He looked like he’d been making out with a mime.
Jithinia didn’t mean to laugh aloud.  What began as a stifled giggle became an unreserved guffaw.  Everyone stared at her, but she couldn’t stop laughing.  She felt vacuous; her chest ached, and her limbs felt numb.  Her skin flushed red as she became enraged.  “What’s wrong with you people?”  she cried out.  “Can’t you see how funny this is?  Don’t sit there and pretend like none of this is happening!  This is hysterical!”
Loving arms wrapped around her.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay,” Nathaniel said.  “Calm down.  Come on.”  He led her outside.
She fell into his embrace and wept uncontrollably in his arms.  “What the fuck’s wrong with me?  I ruined my grandmother’s funeral.”
“No, the chapel ruined your grandmother’s funeral.  You just laughed at it.  No big deal.”
“I’m so embarrassed!”
“Why?  ‘Cause you had the balls to face what everyone else chose to ignore?  Fuck them!”
“You don’t understand!”
He pulled back from her and looked at her in disbelief.  “I don’t understand?  Come on, now.  Who are you talking to?”  He lit two cigarettes and handed one to her.

She took a deep drag.  “Let’s just go home.”


About the Author:

Hailing from the outskirts of Mayberry, North Carolina, Gori Suture has been writing fiction since she could hold a crayon.  In addition to penning Grand Guignol style horror stories and audiobooks, she is also the creator of a hybrid genre of literature that melds metaphysical and visionary fiction with erotic horror for the purpose of spiritual advancement. Presented in a series of seven novels called The Paradox Chronicles (formerly The Smut Sagas), these books are allegorical, chronicling man’s pursuit of understanding God and the god within, juxtaposing eroticism and horror with metaphysical introspection for the sake of jarring the reader into an altered mental state.  Additionally, as an occult theorist, Gori Suture is the mother of modern Paradoxism, her interpretation of the mind-bending nature of God as Paradox, expounded upon on her blog The Color of Paradox (and soon to be in print), where she presents radical elucidations on color theory, Kabbalah, the dimensions, and the gods.  As an artist, Gori illustrates her own blogs, short stories, and audiobooks, and she co-creates the covers of her novels.  For fun, Gori enjoys tabletop role-playing, Arkham Horror board games, and video games.













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