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NEW story out today! “Gang Up: The Big Gang Theory”

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Hello hello hello all you wonderful readers out there! Out today JUST for you is my newest story, and the LAST entry in the “Bikerland” series—”Gang Up: The Big Gang Theory.”
This one is the sequel, naturally, to the first entries in the series—”Gang Up: Overload” and “Gang Up: Lust War.” It’s a fun little romp through a biker gang-filled post-apocalyptic town with lots and lots of rough, hardcore loving, group sex, gang bangs (of course), submissive babes, alpha studs, grease, fire, gunpowder, steel, violence, and more hot lust than you can shake a stick at! I’ve seen some fans (hopefully lovingly) refer to it as a mix between Sons of Anarchy and Mad Max, except with lots and lots (and lots!) of sex. So, if you’re a fan of ANY of those, then pick it up! Who isn’t a fan of great sex?
This one’s story is the end, which means all the plot points are neatly tied up—will Case and Abigail be together, or is Abigail just a little too crazy? Will Robin’s personal sexual epiphany continue, or is the tide in Temple too strong? Will Brall set his ego aside and still be with Robin? You’ve got to read to find out!


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The gang war isn’t the only thing in this town with no limits.

The busty, lovely Abigail will stop at nothing to be the side of studly biker gang boss Case, not caring if their relative love is completely taboo. And just the same, the huge, hung, and dangerous warlord Brall is addicted to his feelings for the beautiful young Robin, who reciprocates all of his lusty, fevered emotion. All the mad, fertile lust in the air is tearing the town of Temple apart in a vicious gang war, and Case seems to be the only one with a level head. But, when a startling secret is revealed about who’s really behind all the chaos in Temple, the violence in the small post-apocalyptic settlement reaches a boiling point. 
In the lust-driven madness of a town like Temple, there’s only one way to settle a dispute this big permanently. The town is too full of alpha studs and servile beauties to be anything but flooded with wet, hot sex. Robin and Abigail hold the key to ending the war—unbridled, unstoppable, and unprotected rutting. Both seductive, fertile vixens will have to be taken by a huge group of strong, virile men from each gang…all at the same time.

He shook his head. “I heard what happened. I did. I had hoped it was lies.”
“It was not. They all fucked me. And I enjoyed it.” She thrust her chin out. So lovely. “If that scares you, you should tell me now. I will not be ashamed of it.”
There were many types of men in the world. Most, at this point, would want some kind of apology. They would want an apology from Robin even though none of it had been her fault or her doing.
Brall perhaps even thought he was one of those men, wanting one of those false apologies. But she wouldn’t give it to him. He could see that plainly.
“If you can’t fuck me,” she dared him, “if you can’t own me even after all those men fucked me, then you’re not the man I thought you were.”
A challenge, thrown right out there. The gauntlet across his face.
“You think I cannot fuck you?” His voice was playful but dangerous.
She pushed her body up further. “I have seen no evidence to the contrary. You think you’re special because you fucked my mouth? Six other men could make the same boast. What have you done to stand out?”
Now he was angry. But lustful too, yes, and all his rage directed into one simple, beautiful act—fucking this lioness, this woman he loved.
Growling now, he spread her legs and lifted her body to his. His mouth slipped onto hers, first just with lips and then meeting with tongues. His heart skipped as her long, beautiful legs wrapped around his waist. The lovely hips sliding on top of his manhood underneath his pants.
“Give it to me, Brall,” she moaned. “Give it to me, Sir. If you can.”
If you can. Another challenge, still.
With all her weight on his body, he pushed her up against the wall of the cave. As massive as he was, she was light to him. Almost weightless. He could do anything with her—and yet it felt in a way still like she directed him. As she held onto his body, he ripped his pants down. Her own ragged panties ripped away easily, and suddenly his thick manhood was hard and against her thighs. Precum drizzled down, splattering onto the cave wall.
“You want my cock in you, Robin? You want to be my property? My girl?”…

Bimbo babe alert! New bodaciously busty bundle, “Stories of Giggles And Sex” now available!

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Hi hi hi! Out today for all of you wonderful folks is my newest HOT bundle of THREE sexy bimbo tales, “Stories of Giggles And Lust.” This sensationally sexy collection brings together the stories “Becoming His Bimbo,” “Bimbo Cheerleaders,” and “Bimbo Girlfriend,” all of which you can buy individually if you like. OR, you can save yourself some cash and buy three of them together right now for a DEEP discount! How about that?
All three of these stories feature super hot bimbo transformations of normally serious women into the fun-loving, sex-indulging beauties they were meant to be. There’s hot barely legal virgins, explosive group sex encounters, amazing breeding/bareback/impregnation action, super huge alpha studs, hot billionaires, sexy corruption, and like a MILLION other ultra-hot things, so check it out!
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There’s no beauty like a bimbo beauty.

That pretty head, full of nothing but sex and joy. That perfect body, overflowing with fertile curves and womanly knowledge. That long hair, so shiny and glossy. That sense of style, so outrageously flirtatious and wanton. Nadia Nightside knows all about what makes bimbos hot, and each of these stories features some of the sexiest bimbo transformations available anywhere—not to mention all the hot, erotic action that their new bimbofied bodies demand after being transformed!
Whether it’s that cute neighbor ( “Bimbo Girlfriend”), those hot cheerleaders at school ( “Bimbo Cheerleaders”), or a frumpy professor turned into a billionaire’s trophy plaything, everybody deserves to have their sexuality turned up to eleven and their restraint turned down to zero. These sexy transformed sirens eagerly and erotically obey the orders of alpha studs and happily create heirs with their fertile bodies. Inside the three gloriously fun tales of this bundle, these bodacious bimbo babes know no boundaries for their burlesque blowouts!

Hayley, finishing the chant, smiled and strutted toward Brent. Her big, blue eyes sparkled with desire and glee. She pushed him down into the empty long leather couch, Coach Summers easily giving up her grip.
Amber was still standing and jumping, cheering with the rest. If Brent had looked closely at her, he would have seen the horror in her eyes, as if she was somehow being controlled by the words she had chanted out, the words that the collective bimbo minds had put inside of her.
But he was only looking at Hayley. The incredible young beauty slipped right next to him, pushing her enormous tits right under his face. Her bare legs pressed against his. If he moved his head down at all, they would be swimming in titflesh. She had one soft, sure hand sliding up and down his back, rubbing into his spine. Every other breath of hers was a purr. She was an entirely sexual being—there was nothing about her not designed entirely for hard, forceful, permanent fucking.
“Like, you are such a stud. You’re so like…so important, you know? So really like, super cool and awesome. I’m so jealous of Amber.”
Her hand slid down on his exposed cock, stroking it happily. Within seconds, it was completely wet with precum.
Brent didn’t know what to make of any of this. He was getting his very first handjob ever, from the most gorgeous teen babe he had ever seen. All he wanted was for this not to end.
“Uh, duh? Because like, she gets to fuck you nonstop?”
“Oh. Ohhh man.” He was entranced, he felt, watching her slender hand move up and down on his rod. Fuck, how had he not cum already? “We haven’t…we aren’t…doing that.”
“Like, really? Does that mean you and I can? Like right now?”
“We’re in…we’re in class?” he ventured. His neck was losing strength. He was so relaxed.
“Oh, Coach Summers doesn’t mind. Do you mind, Coach?”
The coach smiled, fingering her pussy on the floor with giggly ferocity.
“Like, of course not, dears. Have fun! Treat him like the man he is! I’m going to like, finger my hot little pussy while I watch you two, okay?”
Hayley landed a few soft, wet kisses on Brent’s neck and chin. “You see? Nobody, like, minds at all.”
She licked his neck, stroking him harder and harder. His shoulder sank into her massive tits…

The “Revenge” continues in this hot new mind control story!

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Hello hello hi everyone! Out today just for YOU is my newest story, “Revenge on His Snobby Step.

This one is the sequel to “Revenge on His Hot Assistants,” and continues the saga of Warren as he tries to sort out the best way to use a magical watch that can totally enslave any woman he comes across. Naturally, his next target is his absolutely drop-dead gorgeous stepsister, Joan, who’s never bothered to give Warren the time of day in the past.

The only problem is that Melinda, Warren’s beautiful estranged wife, seems to have figured out what Warren is up to, and her power-hungry personality isn’t going to sit idly by and let someone ELSE use a powerful item like the watch when she’s around…

This story features hot mind control, sexy hypnotic inductions, beautiful bareback/impregnation, fun group sex, rough loving, and much MUCH more!

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You should have owned my whole life, Sir.

It was all going so well for Warren. With the magic watch in his possession, he completely entranced his lovely assistants and turned them into utterly servile, eagerly obedient sexual creatures absolutely devoted to his will. And now he needs to do the same thing to Joan, the brilliantly beautiful lesbian feminist he’s known his entire life. She’s always despised Warren despite how much he loves her—and she and her buxom, blond lover Edith would never, ever let a man inside their clearly fertile bodies. They don’t know, though, how the magic watch has a way of changing a person’s mind! But, just as his conquest of Joan is nearly complete, a crafty soul steals the watch from Warren.
Before Warren can get the watch back, he has to ensure that Joan knows her proper place—on her knees before him. Warren must find out if the small trance he layered in Joan’s mind is enough to convince her that this man she used to hate is actually someone she adores. Not only that, but he wants to make sure she never leaves him again—by leaving an heir in her belly, tying their fates together forever!


Faucets in the master bath suddenly turned off. Edith walked out from the master bedroom, wiping her luscious mouth dry. Her face lit up with a smile.

Hi, baby!”

Edith had a penchant for flirty, tiny skirts and colorful tights. Today was no different—a taupe skirt over blue tights. She wore heels around the home—she loved heels, after several fights with her father as a teenager when he wouldn’t allow her to wear anything more liberal than a straitjacket—and her pair today had tiny sparkling buckles. The light blouse she wore was open several buttons down, and she toyed with the buttons absently, perhaps considering whether it was truly worth it to put it all back together.

Hello, love.” Joan’s tone was serious. Edith looked sort of stoned. “I see his car. Where is he?”


She gave Edith a look. “Warren, of course. Is he in the garage or something? I think I have some comic books of his there. Did he finally figure out where they went?”

Is that where those books went?”

Warren’s voice followed Edith out from the bedroom. He emerged, zipping up his pants. Edith turned to him, knees quaking. She looked for a moment like she might resist whatever strange compulsion was ruling her instincts, and then fell to the floor anyway, her fingers floating to her blouse and pulling it down. Soon, she had exposed her heavy, bra-less tits entirely. Warren stopped in front of her, frowning slightly, and took her chin in his hand.

Now, Edith,” he shook his head. “What did I say?”

I-I’m sorry,” she moaned. “I know you said to wait, but you’re so fucking handsome and I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t, I needed to kneel. I needed to kneel for you, I’m sorry.”

What the fuck was going on?

She had dated Edith for years and years now. They had been inseparable, practically joined at the bone, since Joan had matured as a woman. There was absolutely nothing Joan didn’t love about Edith. The flowing turn of her hair. The lovely little curve of her nose. That slight gap in her right teeth. Her pert tits, so small and easy and lovely for sucking. There was nothing—nothing—that Joan would have changed about Edith if she had been given half the chance.

And now…this. Edith. Love of her life. On her knees in front of the one man Joan held up as a totem of hatred in her life…


“Gang Up: Lust War” – A new post-apocalyptic biker gang gangbang erotica!

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Wow! Try to say THAT blog title five times fast! Luckily all I had to do was write it down the once. At any rate, I’ve got a BRAND NEW story in my “Bikerland” erotica series today, the first of which is “Gang Up: Overload.” This NEW one, as you can tell from that lovely cover to the left, is “Gang Up: Lust War.”

The saga continues in this nasty, filthy little plot, with Robin taking center stage this time between a gang full of hard, rugged soldier men who want nothing more than to fill her gorgeous body FULL of their hot loads. Will she and Abigail recover? Will she ever be with Brall? Will Abigail somehow make it with Case now that he knows the truth about her? You’ll have to read to find out!

This hot new tale features hot gangbang action, brilliant group sex, lots of rugged biker studs, barely legal babes, breeding and bareback love, women loving their status as property, and much MUCH more!


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So, if you’re like me, and you love a fun romp through a sexy town where women are fertile and beautiful, and men are hot virile hunks, make sure to check out “Gang Up: Lust War” today!



So many warriors. They needed to fill her…

Violence and conflict are spreading in the post-apocalyptic town of Temple, where women arebeautiful, fertile property and men are rugged, virile warrior studs. After a sinfully short tryst, the disastrously gorgeous Robin and the ripped, dangerous Brall know they belong together—their lust-laden love is true and unquestionable. But, the war between their rival biker gangs has ripped them apart, maybe for good. 
When Robin’s desires for Brall are revealed, the warriors who protect her (and who are at war with Brall) decide there is only one way to confirm where her loyalty lies. She has to be indoctrinated through a punishing, erotic ordeal in which every single man from her gang—some of whom she’s known her whole life—pleasure her incredible body in every entrance, all at once, with their throbbing, hot equipment. This extreme, pleasure-filled trial can only push Brall and Robin further from one another. But, with the constant, mind-melting ecstasy Robin is going to face from pleasing so many men at once just like she was born to do, it will take everything she has to even remember Brall afterward.


How’s that? You’ve always been a good girl, Robin. You want to be mine? I’ll fuck you better than your other man, that’s for sure. Better than any man in the Family.”

Slowly, he took out his cock. Already half-hard and nearly as thick around as her wrist. Drool filled her mouth. Little droplets of precum dotted the head. It wasn’t Brall’s cock, but it was a cock of a well-hung stud, and Robin certainly had the taste for that now. It was beautiful, so thick and long. She wanted to lick the head clean of all of its precum. It would be so easy. She could have it done in just a few moments.

Why don’t you give it a try now? I could show you how.”

She wasn’t sure she wanted that. Her body did—that was for sure. Just the offer made her salivate a little more. Her pussy moistening. Her heart belonged to Brall, and she knew that to be completely true. She only ever wanted to be his, in mind, body, and soul. But the both of them—Case and Brall—were so similarly strong and powerful, so totally male, that it was hard to push her urges down. Even if she thought she didn’t want it, her mind also quickly created thoughts of what it would be like to suck on Case’s cock. To wrap her lips slowly over the head, luxuriating in his dense man taste. To feel her own moans reverberate off his engorged skin.

To be throatfucked like Brall had done to her just the day before.

Putting me on my knees. My mouth slipping over his member, eyes wide. Tears forming not from fear or even joy but from the soft, urgent pleasurable pain of taking so much inside of me at once. Like the back of my throat is connected to my cunt, and every hot thrust jamming there is a hot hand running against my clit. Oh god oh god.

It would be hot…