Riko Meets Johnny: It’s Here!

Well, things are starting to happen for good or ill. My erotic tale, The Futanari Tales No. 1: Riko Meets Johnny, went live today on Smashwords and Amazon. Exciting, to say the least, although there is still much to do, not the least of which is starting on tale number two. I’ve already got a working title: And Lucy Makes Three.

Here is the cover, by the way, which went through some last minute alterations.

Riko Meets Johnny
Riko Meets Johnny

There is only one file type avaialable for Smashwords for the moment and that’s epub, which should be good for most devices; if you need mobi you’ll have head over to Amazon. I plan of having more file types available later, though.

So what the hell: here is a little free sample behind the cut. And let’s be clear, just in case someone hasn’t gotten the hint yet: this is erotica; if that offends you, please leave while your virgin eyes are just that.

So this is Johnny, who has just removed Riko’s blouse:

… As it slipped over her breasts, I had a pleasant surprise: she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Oh my,” I said softly, as her shirt continued up and over her arms and onto the floor. Her breasts were small and well shaped, but they weren’t quite even: through one pink, erect nipple was a small silver ring; the other one sported a barbell.

“I couldn’t decide, so I got one of each,” she said, looking down as them as her arms twined themselves behind my neck. Then she looked up at me and flashed a wicked grin. “Now suck them. I don’t care which one you start with first.”

I cocked an eyebrow and gave her a little smile. “Yes ma’am.” I slowly — despite the urging of her hands on my head — bent to her left breast, the one with the barbell, and kissed it. She sighed as I teased her nipple with my tongue; I felt her aureole crinkle as it stiffened in my mouth. I spent a few minutes more teasing and tugging at it with sweet, agonizingly slowness; her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back for a moment in near ecstasy. Then I heard her sharp intake of breath as I gave that barbell a particularly rough tug, then she followed that with a long, low moan.

“God, that’s heaven,” she muttered. She suddenly opened her eyes, looked down at me, removed her right hand from around my neck and reached down to cup her unoccupied breast, giving the ring its own tug in the process.

“Do the other one now,” she said, her voice soft and husky. …

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