Wednesday, August 27, 2014

New Fiction Excerpt: One Sugar, Two Milk (Lactation Erotica)

Hello everyone! Another week has gone by, and so I've brought you another beautiful story, sure to warm your heart. This one is called "One Sugar, Two Milk," (Smashwords, Amazon) and it follows the sweet beautiful love story of our narrator Johnny and his new girlfriend Tara. You might remember them from when they first hooked up in "More Than a Handful," (Smashwords, Amazon). Johnny went to buy weed, and ended up nailing the dealer's ex-girlfriend.

In "One Sugar, Two Milk," Tara takes Johnny to visit Elaine, her dear friend from college, who just had a baby. Johnny is expecting a boring afternoon, but he can't believe his eyes when he sees Elaine, whose milk-filled breasts are absolutely incredible. Even Tara is amazed, and Johnny can't believe it when Tara starts asking her friend if she can taste her milk!

Obviously things get erotic. Let's read a little snippet!

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I sat down on the couch and listened politely while Elaine and Tara caught up. I still had a pleasant buzz on, and I entertained myself by watching Elaine move around her kitchen: preparing the coffee, putting the cinnamon buns on plates, getting the cups down out of the cupboard. She was gorgeous. She had a face like a model, with perfect eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, and a delicate nose. She had long, curly blonde hair, almost matching Tara's. And Tara hadn't been kidding about her breasts. She was dressed in leggings and a button-up shirt, except the shirt would barely button up with her breasts popping out. She had a very curvy body, which was to be expected post-pregnancy, but she looked shapely and voluptuous. Whatever effects the pregnancy had on her, she was wearing it well.

She brought over the coffee and set the plates of buns on the table in front of us. Tara and I were sitting on the couch, and Tara sat on a big comfy chair across from us.

"I love this stuff," she said, digging right into the cinnamon bun. "I have such an appetite right now. It's like I can't eat enough to keep up with the amount of milk I'm producing. It's too much for her, too," she said, nodding toward the bedroom.

"Yeah, your boobs are huge," Tara said, speaking my thoughts precisely. "You must be really full."

"Yeah," Elaine said, looking down at them. "She just ate, so this one's not so bad," she said, touching her left breast. "This one is still really full though." I couldn't see the difference between them. "I'll have to pump them. I hate pumping though."

"We'll help you," Tara said, and she puckered her lips and made some sucking noises.

"Yeah, right," Elaine laughed. "I don't think you'd like it. It smells kind of weird."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Umm," she said, thinking about it. "There's an iron smell. Breast milk has a lot of iron in it. And I don't know, just a kind of weird funky smell. It's hard to explain."

"Is it worse than come?" Tara asked. That was what I liked about her: she had a no-holds-barred sense of humor.

Elaine laughed again. "Um, I'm not answering that," she said.

"Is come really that bad?" I said, turning to Tara.

"No, it's not that bad," she said. "It's not awful, but it's not like, awesome. How about going down on a girl? Is it gross?"

"No," I said. "I tastes kind of... I don't know. Is 'sexy' a taste? Can something taste sexy?"

"I don't know. I bet Elaine's breast milk tastes sexy."

Elaine laughed again. "You pervert!" she said. She'd finished her cinnamon bun and she set the plate down on the coffee table. "You're going to keep bugging me, aren't you?"

"I'm just so curious!" Tara said. "Do you have any milk pumped in the fridge or anything? I just want to try the tiniest taste. Please?"

"No, sorry," she said. "I just have..." She looked down at her boobs again, with her wide open cleavage. She looked back up at Tara, and the two of them burst out laughing.

The laughter was followed by an awkward silence, which Elaine broke by picking up her plate. "I'm going to have another," she said. "Like I said, I can't get enough."

She walked back to the kitchen and Tara nudged me on the leg. "Give us a minute," she whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"Get out of here for a minute. Give us a minute alone."

"Where am I supposed to go?" I said. "I'm not going in there with the sleeping baby."

She looked around and spotted the door in the kitchen area. "Hey, Elaine, you have a balcony, right?" she said to her friend. "Johnny is wondering."

"Yeah, the door is right here," she said. "Do you need to smoke?"

"Um, yeah," I said. "I was just going to have a little hit off a joint."

"Oh, I'm jealous," Elaine said. "Oh well. I can't have any of that until she's done breastfeeding. But go ahead."
I got up and headed out onto the balcony. The last thing I heard before I closed the door was Tara telling Elaine to come sit down next to her.

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Read the whole thing now! It's available at most ebook retailers, including Smashwords and Amazon.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Excerpt: Piss Diaries #6: Leather Jacket Bitch

The sixth installment of the Piss Diaries series is now available! #6, Leather Jacket Bitch is ready for you to read, and I have to be honest with you, I've never had such a constant hard-on when I've been writing. Most of the story is edge-of-coming teasing, with our dear sweet piss-slut Cathy being dominated by at a pissed off bitch in black leather who wants to have her way with poor little Cathy!

And let me just say, when one bitch is getting pissed off, another bitch is getting pissed on.

I'll skip saying any more so you can read an excerpt. You can read the whole thing here on Smashwords, or here on Amazon!

I swallowed hard. I was getting seriously nervous, but I was also getting wet, being treated rough like that, standing there naked in front of her. She was so close to me that I could smell her leather jacket again. And at that moment I think I would have done just about anything she told me to do. So I said it.

"I need to be pissed on right fucking now."

"Get down on your knees, you slut," she said, and she turned and walked away from me.

I watched her go, wondering what was next, but I knew better than to disobey. I got down on my knees in the middle of the living room floor and watched as she went to the kitchen and began opening the cupboards. She found a clear glass mixing bowl and took it out.

"I bet you need to piss right now, don't you, you little slut?" she said, slowly walking back over to me. "You like to go to the bar with no panties on, hoping some stranger will buy you some drinks. Then you take them home and drink their piss and let them fuck your slut pussy and your slut mouth, don't you? Don't you?"

"Yes," I said.

"But you need to piss too. Don't you? Tell me how much you need to pee right now."

It was true. I'd had four bottles of light beer at the bar without going to the bathroom once. I'd started feeling the need during the cab ride, and it was starting to get serious. She'd been acting so crazy that I'd almost pushed it out of my mind, but as soon as she mentioned it again, it felt urgent.

"I have to pee so bad right now," I told her, bending at the waist, holding my hands over my shaved pussy.

She stopped, standing six feet away, holding the glass bowl by her side. "And do you think I should let you pee?"

"Please let me pee." I was getting desperate, holding both hands over my crotch and fidgeting.

She gave me an evil little half-grin. "And what will you do for me if I let you pee?"

"Anything you want."

The grin grew wider and even more sinister. I could tell she loved power, but the only thing I cared about was getting that glass bowl down between my legs before I pissed all over my living room floor.

"And what will you let me do to you?" she asked.

"Anything," I said. "Anything you want."

"Good," she said, "then you can start by holding it."

"Nooooo!" I moaned, holding myself. I don't know if it was excitement, or the way she was teasing me, but I'd never been so close to losing control in my life. I was actually terrified I was going to piss myself. "I can't hold it," I squealed. "Please let me pee. I'll do anything!"

She smiled and took one step forward. "Will you lick my fucking boot?" She was wearing knee-high leather boots with two-inch heels and a glossy shine.

"Yes," I begged. "Please let me lick them. Please!"

"Lick my fucking boot, you piss-drinking slut."
Read the whole thing now! Here on Smashwords, or here on Amazon!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Review: Kitchen Kink by Abigail Thornton

As many of you are aware, I dabble in piss erotica. You may be familiar with my Piss Diaries series, which I've had a hell of a lot of fun writing. I like pee sex. I think it's a little bit silly, but very sexy. I like to casually enjoy piss porn, including pictures and video, but I don't spend a lot of time reading the written pee words. Where is the piss erotica? Is it out there? Of course it is, because everything is out there, but where?

Long story short, I've just come across Abigail Thornton, an erotica writer from the UK who is pumping out a steady stream of piss in her Pee Perverts series. I just read the first, a free sample story called "Kitchen Kink" (available here).

Kitchen Kink brings us Matthew, a young NERD who doesn't know how to get laid, but he does know how to use the internet to look at pictures and videos of girls going to the bathroom in erotic settings. He is, we learn, a "pee pervert."

The problem starts when his sister swipes his laptop and gives it to her sexy best friend to use for a few minutes. That's a problem because he left a wet mess of piss porn open for anyone to see.

What will happen? Will it be sexy? Will it be wet? Will it happen in the kitchen?

Yes. Yes. And yes.

Kitchen Kink is brief and promising, and it makes me wonder what kind of action Abigail presents in some of her other Pee Perverts titles like "Wet Jeans" or "OMG! My Friend Wants To Pee On Me!" Well, actually I have a pretty good idea what happens. Pissing and sex. And that's a good thing.

Anyway, if you want to check out Abigail's work, visit her website at, visit her smashwords page, or visit her piss-filled Tumblr. She's also on twitter.

Monday, July 21, 2014

New Fiction Excerpt! Piss Diaries #5: Body Shots

Okay, you party maniacs, I have yet another chapter in the Piss Diaries ready for you. It continues to follow the adventures of Cathy, who is getting more and more desperate to find a willing piss-sex partner. Has she found one in Steve, the singer of a heavy metal band?

Let's read a clip and see. (or you can just read the whole thing right now):


"I like to fuck," I told him. "I like to try a lot of new things. Danny probably told you I'm into pissing right now. I think it's sexy for two people to share something as intimate as that." I took a drag and blew the smoke out into the night air. "Maybe that scares you," I said. "Maybe you think it's freaky or gross. I understand. But if you can handle it, I could fucking blow your mind."

He smiled. "Follow me," he said, and he turned and walked behind one of the vans that was parked by the door. It was dark in the alley, and he walked a little way so we wouldn't be noticable from the back door of the bar. Then he turned toward the brick wall, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was a good sized dick, and it looked like he was already getting an erection, probably in anticipation of what he was about to do. He hung his cigarette from his lips and held his cock, waiting for the piss to come.

I flicked away my cigarette and stepped in close behind him, wrapping my hands around his waist. Whispering in his ear I asked, "Can I hold it for you?"

"Yeah," he grunted, and I slid my hand down onto his cock. It felt hot, and it hardened as I touched it. He took his hands away and I held his dick, waiting for the piss to rush through.

"Here it comes," he said, and then I felt it. His hard dick jumped in my hand and then the piss started spraying out in a long stream, splashing onto the dark ground in front of us. I could feel the vibration of the liquid streaming through. Fuck, it felt so sexy to hold his cock while he pissed, and I gently moved it back and forth, controlling his stream, making his piss splash everywhere.

"Oh my god, this is so fucking sexy," I said softly in his ear.

He grunted and groaned, forcing out every last drop. His dick jumped around as he squeezed it all out, and then it softened slightly. I gave it a few gentle jerks up and down, milking the final drops out. He hardened again as I fondled and played with him.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, still jerking his cock. I could smell his piss. "Do you think you could do that for me again tonight?"

He took the cigarette from his lips, then turned his head and kissed me. "I'm up for anything you like."

Read it right now!

Monday, July 14, 2014

New Fiction Excerpt! "The Wasteland Diaries" Part One
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Greeting! I'd like to share the first part in a fiction series with you. It's called "The Wasteland Diaries," and it's intended to share to bizarre underworld experience of a nihilist erotica writer, trying to cope with his substance abuse issues, his self-hatred, and his addiction to sexual fantasy.

(Available now! Use coupon code ZA99P at Smashwords for 50% off until July 31!)

Part One of the series finds our fearless protagonist Johnny bringing a gorgeous girl back to his little room for a late night hook-up. But things are never as they seem in The Little Nightmare, the bizarre country where Johnny now resides. And Safir is not quite what Johnny expects...

Want to know what the hell I'm talking about? Let's read a clip!


I watched Safir sleep, thinking about those tits, that cock, and that ass. I got a hard on and thought about waking her with a hard cock in her face. Instead I sat and smoked grass and thought about fiction stories I could spin this into. Every human experience had to be capitalized on. You have to get your ink somewhere, even if it's digital ink.

She woke up and looked over at me, sitting in my white shorts with a hard-on poking out, holding a can of beer in one hand and a burning joint in the other.

"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, I don't feel good."

"No," I said, "but you look good."

"Oh, I look good, Johnny? You want to fuck me in the morning?" She rolled over, turning away from me, offering me her ass, which remained covered by the white sheet. "You want to fuck me again so soon? Why not suck my cock instead? I suck your cock but you no suck my cock. But I know, you men, you always want to fuck. Okay, fuck me."

"Don't you want breakfast first?" I said.

She rolled back over. "No," she said. "I want you to suck my cock." It was wonderful how she said cock. With her accent it sounded like cook. "You touch my cock last night, but no suck it. After the party, in the morning, I love a man to suck my cock."

She pulled the sheet down and off her body, revealing her breasts, her stomach, and then there it was, that neatly shaved cock and balls. Even after everything that we'd done the night before, I was still shocked to see it. It lay there against her thigh.

"Come," she said. "Come, suck my cock. You are horny. Suck my fucking cock."

The pills were settling in. I drained the can of beer and took a long drag off the joint. I was entering more pleasant headspace. I didn't like the way I woke up in the morning, feeling stripped, exposed. I like to nestle my brain up in several warm drug blankets. I stared at her mouth. I wanted to stand up and peal off my shorts and just guide my cock straight into her fucking mouth. But I understood her desire for reciprocation. I understood very well. I had a girlfriend once who always smoked a shitload of pot and asked for head, and she would come when I licked her pussy, and maybe I got to fuck her, but she would pass out after the sex, and never ever sucked my dick. It was a drag.

Maybe it was the same for Safir. She would pick up men who would fuck her ass, but they would be freaked out by her cock, and would maybe touch it like I did, but they wouldn't suck her off. I had to be better than they were. I just had to.

I got up and pulled off my shorts. My hard-on swung out and menaced her, but I didn't guide it straight to her mouth. Instead I did as she asked, and approached her cock. I got down on my knees next to the bed, right in front of her cock. I'd touched it last night, but I was way over the moon drunk at the time. Holy shit, I'd even licked her balls. I'd licked and sucked her balls. It feels weird to say, weird to write. Her balls. Well, get used to it, motherfucker. It's a strange new world, where you go to sleep with pussy on your breath and wake up with a cock in your mouth. No one is innocent, nothing is sacred.

(Read it all now! Use coupon code ZA99P at Smashwords for 50% off until July 31!)

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Trans Erotica: Hotel Room
 (Note: This is fiction. The model pictured is the gorgeous Kimber James. Visit Kimber's website and become a member. Also, follow her on twitter @BustyKimber.)

"Hotel Room"
by Eliot Waistlin

I told my wife I was going to the track. She knew I would blow a few hundred there, but she understood it was something I liked to do from time to time.

The truth was, I hadn't been to the track in two years. I went for a while, but it started seeming like a stupid waste of money. Besides, that was about the same time that I met and fell in love with a young trans woman named Kim.

I met her at a club downtown. I was there one night while my wife was out of town. It was a gay bar that catered to the transgender community. Once a week they had a night when straight guys like myself could come out and mingle in comfort with transgender women. It was a curiosity of mine, so I went. And I met Kim.
At the time Kim was a young pre-op. She was fresh-faced and sweet, although boney and flat-chested. She had an idea in mind of who she wanted to one-day become, but she had a long way to go in her transition.

We hit it off. We went to a hotel nearby and fucked each other all night long, and every so often since then, I'd been telling my wife I was going to go blow some money at the track, when really I'd been going to visit Kim.

This time was different. It was the first time I would be seeing her post-op. She'd finally taken the plunge. Her penis, which I loved to suck, was now gone, and in its place was a brand new pussy. I was excited, and a little scared.

I got to the room and knocked. Kim opened right away and let me in. "Hey baby," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. She led me inside and sat me down on a chair. I reached for her, but she made me sit. There was a drink waiting for me. She must have just poured it, because the ice had barely started melting. She knew I was never late.

"I'm going to give you a little show," she said. "I want you to see what you helped me pay for."

I sat back and watched. She was wearing a tight little tube dress that hugged her sexy figure. She wasn't boney and flat anymore. Hormone therapy and surgery had transformed her into a curvy feminine goddess. Her breasts were huge, her waist tiny, and every inch of her screamed sex, sex, sex. She looked exactly how she always dreamed.

She posed and slipped into a slow dance routine, swaying her hips and turning to waggle her beautiful ass at me. I'd fucked her ass so many times. It blew me away that now I had something new to fuck on her, but I didn't want to get ahead of myself.

Kim pushed down the front of her dress and out popped those amazing tits. She'd gone all the way with her implants, and they were the best tits I'd ever seen. She smooshed them together and danced closer to me, but laughed when I reached for her. She danced away, and slowly rolled that little dress all the way down. She had tiny pink panties on, and she turned, showing me that gorgeous ass. She bent over and slid the panties down and off, stepping out of them. Only her pink high heels remained in place.

Usually when Kim pulled off her panties and stood with her back to me I would see her balls dangling. Now there was nothing. She turned toward me. Her penis was gone all right. In its place was a smooth little pussy. She struck a few sexy poses, making my cock strain through the front of my pants. I lifted my drink and drained it down my parched throat.

"Enough," I said in a husky voice. My heart was pounding. "Get on the bed."

She smiled and wiggled her beautiful ass over there and climbed onto the bed. I got up and stripped off my clothes. My cock was rock-hard as I stepped toward her.

Kim a had a bottle of lube ready on the bed. She spread her legs wide and showed me her new pussy. It was perfect. She squirted some lube into her hand and grabbed my erection, slicking my head and shaft. She rubbed the rest of the lube onto her cunt, preparing it for its maiden voyage.

We didn't waste time with foreplay. She wanted to fuck. I mounted, guiding my cock into her tight, virginal pussy. It felt slightly different from the other pussies I'd fucked, but it felt great: tight and hot, and I pushed inside and kissed Kim's soft lips.

"Oh, that feels good," she moaned, and I began to stroke. She kept moaning as I railed into her. Her pussy was wet from the lube and totally ready to be filled with cock. I pounded into her relentlessly, and she cried out and screamed with joy to finally a pussy to fuck with, and a hard cock to fuck.

"Come inside me," she whispered in my ear. "Come in my pussy. Fill me up with your jizz."

I grunted, unable to hold back any longer and I came, pumping her full of every drop of come I had.

She grabbed my head and pulled me close, pushing her tongue into my mouth. "Thank you," she finally said. "Thank you for everything."

I got home several hours later. My wife was flipping channels on the TV. "Win anything this time?" she asked.

"I didn't win any money," I said with a smile, "but I had a good time."

If you enjoyed this story, check out Eliot Waistlin's many published stories at Smashwords, including the popular Piss Diaries series and several tales of Trans* erotica!

Thursday, June 26, 2014

New Piss Diaries! #4: Sharing the Bath

Hey everybody! Your loveable loser is back with another installment of the Piss Diaries series. In #4: Sharing the Bath (available at Smashwords here), Cathy is back, and still trying to find the perfect partner for her piss-soaked sexual escapades. She calls up Danny, whom she met on her camping trip and asks if he wants to come over and play. It doesn't work out exactly how she plans, but our girl Cathy always has a wet and sexy good time no matter what!

Let's read an excerpt, shall we?


I sexy-danced over to him. There was an ashtray on the coffee table and I put out the joint. Danny was leaning back on the couch cushions with his legs apart. The outline of his hard-on was already showing along the leg of his pants. I nodded toward his second bottle. "Open it," I said, and he complied. "Ever had a lap dance?"

Danny shook his head. I smiled and turned around, swinging my hips slowly, hypnotically back and forth in front of him, giving him an eye-level view of my ass. I slowly ground down, lowering myself until my butt was right at the level of his crotch, and I smoothly moved back toward him until I was rubbing my ass against him.

"Holy fuck," he muttered as I pressed back into him, spreading my barely-clothed body over his. I leaned back so that my cheek was against his. He sat stock still, just letting it all happen. I found one of his hands and placed it on my chest. Danny started moving then, squeezing and groping my tit through the thin material of the tank top.

I could feel the hard point of his cock pressing up against my ass, and I decided it was time to have some fun with him. I slid down, slowly turning so that I ended up on my knees between his legs with my hands on his thighs. "You've got a good hard cock in there, don't you?" I said, rubbing his hard-on through his pants.

"Uh-huh," he said, looking down at me with wide open eyes and an open mouth. His cheeks were red. I would have to be careful not to get shot in the face with his come when I unzipped his pants. He looked like he was ready to blow already.

I reached for his fly and undid the front of his pants. "Drink your beer," I said, smiling up at him as I eased his cock free. "Haven't you always wanted to drink a beer while you were getting a blowjob?"

"Wow, huh huh," he chuckled. "I never really thought about it." He took a long sip as I got his cock all the way out. It stood up tall and hard. I gave it a few firm strokes and watched the head swell. Danny groaned.

"Oh, that's a nice cock," I said, and I wasn't just trying to flatter him. He was a dork, but even dorks can have nice hard cocks. I gave him a little lick on the underside of his helmet and grinned up at him. He looked like he was staring at god or something. Maybe he was. At that moment, I was his god.

I took him in my mouth, giving him a nice wet down stroke with my lips, then pulled back, sucking firmly as I pulled him slowly out of my mouth. "Mmmm," I said. "Yummy cock. How's your beer?"

"Uh, good," he said, taking a long chug.

"Does it taste as good as this cock?" I teased, licking his shaft.

"Huh huh, I don't know. I've never tasted it."

I smiled. "Well, let me give you a taste." I stroked his cock with my hand and leaned up toward him, pressing my mouth onto his. We kissed, and I snaked my tongue into his mouth. I was getting hot to fuck. My pussy was slippery wet already. Danny wasn't my usual idea of a hot fuck, but he was passable, and the nice thing about being as sexy and freaky as I am, I can get worked up all by myself.

We kissed, and I popped the question: "You're going to piss on me again, right?"

Awesome! Read the whole thing now!