I’m exceedingly pleased to announce that “Romanced by the Futa Centaur” is finally available.
In the sequel to “Saved by the Futa Centaur”, Gennara and Sharronne are dragged from their romantic idyll by a chance discovery. They set out on a quest that takes them back to Gennara’s home city – A city under occupation from a war that drove her from her home when she was just a child.
What they find there will set both of them on a collision course with their pasts.
I tweeted the other day about whether or not to include something awkward-but-real in a sex scene in Futa Centaur 2 (ok, talking about realism in an erotic romance between a futanari centaur and a human might seem to be stretching the bounds of “realism” a bit, I admit). The ensuing conversation was interesting, and most responses were in the affirmative.
Because, the thing is: most sex scenes in erotica/romance aren’t particularly “realistic” (even when they don’t involve half-horse-half-human dick-girls!) – and there’s no reason they should. This is, after all, fantasy.
But, sometimes a bit of realism with sex and all it’s awkward, squishy bits can be fun. One of my favourite literary sex scenes is from Ben Elton’s This Other Eden:
Twitter horror film fan Sluts and Guts recently tweeted about VHS recycling. I don’t know a lot about this: VHS video cassettes went the way of the pianola roll a long time ago (and I believe VHS recorders have ceased production?), and apparently there is now a push to get rid of old cassettes by recycling them.
Sluts and Guts commented:
Fact: There are tens of thousands of movies that were released ONLY ON VHS. There are no digital versions of these films and with #VHSrecycling happening now, many films may be lost forever. #VHSpreservation
Just to let you all know that, yes, I’m working on a sequel to Saved by the Futa Centaur. Work is progressing steadily, but slowly. First draft is about two-thirds finished – although the story may end up being quite a bit longer than I’d anticipated.
As Alyson lay on her back, panting heavily, Milliner leaned over her and planted a sticky, sweet kiss on her lips. Her blond hair fell about them like a lilac-scented curtain.
“Do you know what time it is, Alyson?” she asked.
Alyson struggled to focus. “Time…? Why… no, I–”
“It’s time to eat me!” shrieked Milliner suddenly, making Alyson start with fright. Her heart pounding, Alyson tried to sit up, while Milliner hopped up on to the table as well, sending more tea things crashing to the ground.
In the third installment of the Wonderlust series, Alyson gets into a sticky situation with an amorous bear, witnesses a midsummer night tryst between the fairy queen and a donkey-man, and ends up as a sweet treat in a mad – and sexy – tea party.
But it’s not all fun and erotic games. In book two, A Hookah-Smoking Caterpillar, Alyson first encountered the darkness growing in Wonderlust. In A Girl for Tea, she comes face-to-face with the darkness again.