### Product Description March 14th is official Steak and Blowjob Day, and Fannie Tucker wants the world to celebrate this momentous occasion! Richard and Becky have a 1950's-style marriage, but when Becky finds out it's Steak and Blowjob Day, she feels it's her wifely duty to serve up her husband Richard with a special dish. She does such a great job that Richard decides to return the favor, and they both get a mouthful of fun when things get wild on their old-fashioned twin beds! Explicit adult language and graphic depictions of sex, oral sex, and meat-related puns. 3100 words. Excerpt: Becky leaned forward and put her head over his lap. Richard's skivvies were bulging in front, and she knew why. Richard's willie was the only one she had ever seen, but she suspected it was larger than average. It had certainly felt enormous when he plunged it into her on their wedding night. Now he wanted her to put it in her mouth, another first. But he was her husband, and Becky tried to be a dutiful wife. She pulled down his undershorts, and his cock popped out, standing at attention like a nervous private. She moved tentatively toward it, and Richard put a hand on the back of her head, wrapping her fingers around the tight bun of blonde hair that she'd pinned up that morning. As he pulled her head down, and Becky opened her mouth as if to take a huge bite out of a corndog, but instead of biting, she tightened her lips around his shaft and sucked gently. She felt the head of his cock swell in her mouth, and her tongue pressed against the soft bottom of his hard rod. Richard pushed at the back of her head, and she let him slide down, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth until he tickled the back of her throat. She kept her jaw open as wide as she could, but kept her tongue moving back and forth against him, then rolled it around in lazy circles over his throbbing tip. Suddenly, Becky felt hot desire blooming between her legs, the feeling she got sometimes when Richard was at work and she ended up using her personal massager down there. Just thinking about that made her feel naughty, but she slipped one hand under her dress where Richard couldn't see. As she sucked him, she slid two fingers beneath her panties and parted the pink folds of her flesh. She was slick and wet down there, and her fingers moved easily over her swollen nub. Becky moaned even with Richard's cock in her mouth. The vibration of her vocal chords made Richard writhe with pleasure, and she began humming one of Richard's favorite showtunes. "Oh golly, Becky, that is magnificent. Have I ever told you what a beautiful singing voice you have? Well, humming voice, anyway! Ahhhhhh..."

The prequel to the top-selling Virgin Sacrifice: Bred to the Beast, Virgin Outcast explores the origins of a village doomed to sacrifice its virgins to the Beast each generation.Passions run hot as music plays and young lovers dance during the Harvest Festival, but when Mykal and Kara are discovered pleasuring one another in a quiet spot, the village Wise Woman decries Kara as a temptress and the cause of the village's poor harvest. Exiled from her home, Kara encounters a solitary woodsman with a dark secret, and soon learns that she's caught in a complex web of schemes that will change her life forever.Excerpt:Another lightning flash showed her Luther's full form. His head stood low on his thick, round shoulders, and his face had elongated into a muzzle full of sharp teeth. Still, now that she knew, she could see Luther's features in that face, wilder and more savage, but the man was there. Coarse hair covered most of his powerful torso, the same black she remembered in his beard. He stood naked, with a long, thick cock hanging like a rope between long, well-muscled legs that were built to run, to kill. The lightning faded, and the beast roared as thunder exploded almost overhead. With him between her and the cottage, she had no chance.That thought brought calm, somehow. Whatever happened here was beyond her control. She could as easily move a mountain as fight this beast. Her body screamed to turn and run, but she stood her ground, meeting that baleful yellow gaze.He cocked his head to one side as though surprised she hadn't moved. "Won't you run, girl? It's hardly sporting if you just stand there." Luther began pacing back and forth in front of the cottage. As he moved aside, she could see a clear path to the door, but the tension in his posture told her he was ready to pounce.As cold rain slid down her skin, Kara realized that he wanted her to run. Luther the man was still in that creature, but the beast's instincts were strong. If she ran, the beast could take over, and Luther couldn't blame himself for what happened.She shook her head. "I won't run from you, Luther. I can't escape. If you must take me, let it be the man who decides, not the beast."He growled then. "So be it," he said. "And damn that witch to hell." He bent forward and touched his hands - forepaws - to the grass, then leapt forward.Kara gasped in surprise at his speed and took a step back as the massive beast barreled into her. She braced herself for impact, but he rolled as they fell and hit the ground with his shoulder, pulled her over him, then turned again so she landed on in the grass almost softly, her arms pinned to the earth by his big, strong hands. Sharp claws pressed against the soft skin along her inner wrist, and she wondered if he could feel her pulse.As she lay in the cold wet grass with the beast atop her, his eyes met hers, and that yellow gaze was like a churning pool of emotion; loneliness and longing at war with a wild animal hunger."I cannot resist you," Luther said. "My father warned me it would be this way. But he didn't warn me that you would be beautiful." He averted his gaze then and burrowed his big long head against her neck, nuzzling the soft white flesh above her collarbone. A long tongue flickered out, tasting her even as rain cascaded across her skin. Kara shuddered. The cold rain had drenched her so thoroughly, and now his mouth felt warm on her skin.One clawed hand released her wrist and hooked the neckline of her shift. She felt a jerk and heard the tearing of thin fabric over the rain. The white linen parted, neatly cut down the middle, and Luther moved his mouth lower, his warm tongue exploring her breasts. Her nipples, already puckered and firm from the chill and the rain, ached for his touch, and a wild tingle shot through her when his tongue flickered over them. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her bottom and shoulders into the thick carpet of gras

For centuries, the village of Krall has lived beneath a dark shadow. Once every generation, a virgin is sacrificed to appease the Beast, a terrifying creature that lurks on the mountain above.With Harvest nearly done, Anja has come of age. In the spring, she hopes marry her betrothed, the dashing hunter Lucas. But Anja's dreams of marriage are shattered when she's chosen to be the Beast's sacrifice.Horror and lust mingle in the Beast's lair, and Anja discovers a dark secret that could mean the salvation of her village... if she can endure the night.Warning: This short novella contains explicit adult material, including rough, reluctant sex acts, lesbian seduction by a witch, and a virgin deflowered by a huge, wild beast man. 11,000 words.Excerpt:The darkness moved, and a huge creature came into the torchlight. It walked upright like a man, but with a strange gait on its long clawed feet. Dark brown fur sheathed a body covered in bulging muscles. With broad, rounded shoulders, twice as wide as the stoutest man in the village, the Beast was easily two feet taller than Anja. A low, flat head with an elongated snout reminded her of a wolf, and those yellow eyes shone, baleful and hungry, but with a wicked cunning. It wore no clothing, and a long cock hung smooth and heavy between his legs"Please," Anja whispered. "Don't hurt me.""Don't hurt you?" A low chuckle came from deep within its throat. "You are mine to do with as I wish." That long mouth split open, and white fangs glistened in the firelight."I'll do whatever you want," Anja said. "Just please let me go... after."The Beast stalked around her in a wide circle, moving slowly, and it wasn't until its silhouette blocked the cave entrance that Anja realized she was trapped. The Beast's laugh was low and harsh, like a tomb's heavy stone lid sliding shut. "She wants to go after," he growled. "And if I want you to stay?"Anja's heart pounded in her chest, fear threatening to overwhelm her. She imagined herself bolting past him like a frightened hare, scrambling down the snow-covered slope, naked and afraid, while the powerful creature loped easily behind. Escape was impossible, so Anja surrendered. "Then I will stay," she said, trying to steady her trembling voice. "Just tell me what you want from me."That lupine grin widened, and the Beast came forward, graceful and dangerous. His yellow eyes leered down at her, full of wild lust, he licked his chops with a long, pink tongue. "What I want is what you will give me," he said. "An heir."