Hello again!
I hadn't expected to be writing here again so soon, but I am pleased to announce that Waterlines 17 has been published by Amazon KDP and Smashwords (for Apple, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, et al). The cover is a little provocative because it depicts a well-dressed woman cleaning the urinals in a men's restroom, and I suspect this unusual scene may have been the reason for the initial delay in publication with with Amazon - one can imagine a hastily-convened committee meeting at Amazon HQ to determine whether the picture breaks any "house" rules. Waterlines 17 contains three short stories:
A Sprained Ankle : When you've injured yourself and you can't do things that you've taken for granted for so long, it's time to get inventive....
Paintball War : Sophie, a college teacher, allows her class to go on the rampage in the woods in a paintball war. When they continue their rampage in the men's restroom, she's left clearing up the mess. But there's a silver lining to this cloud....
Subterfuge : What do you do when you're on a train, the toilet's out of action, and you want to "go" when there's no chance of any privacy?
EXTRACT:
When her duties were done, Sophie walked back towards the common room to pick up her bags, thinking about the long holiday that awaited her.
“Sophie!” It was Gerry calling, from a few feet behind her.
She turned round and saw him scurrying urgently towards her.
“A few of the Second Year students have been having fun and games in the men’s restroom upstairs. There’s paintball graffiti all over the walls. Remember our deal yesterday? No mess in the college buildings, otherwise they’d have to clear it up afterwards. Well, they’ve gone. So you’ll have to play janitor yourself. And you’ll need to do it now, before you go home today.” He walked off, allowing no time to protest.
“But Jason is equally at fault. He should be doing it too.”
“He’s gone.” He called, without looking back.
Shit! she said to herself, and went upstairs to the men’s restroom.
I hope you enjoy the stories. Subterfuge is based on an out-take I saw of a European movie some years ago. No, I don't remember the name of the movie or which country produced it. I couldn't understand the language spoken, so I'm confident it wasn't French or German. If I hadn't seen this scene myself, I'd have considered the concept just a little far-fetched. But, hey, that's what erotic fantasies are all about, don't you think?
All the best
Chrissie
email: cpw (at) restroom (dot) net
Twitter: @RachelCray1
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Wednesday, 25 June 2014
Thursday, 16 January 2014
Now Available: The Poor Nuns in Revolt
Hello again!
My latest story, The Poor Nuns in Revolt - a sequel to A Poor Nun's Endowment - has just been published on Amazon Kindle. It will be available on Smashwords in a few days' time, and on Apple, Barnes & Noble Nook, and Kobo in a couple of weeks from now.
Here are some details to whet your appetite:
My latest story, The Poor Nuns in Revolt - a sequel to A Poor Nun's Endowment - has just been published on Amazon Kindle. It will be available on Smashwords in a few days' time, and on Apple, Barnes & Noble Nook, and Kobo in a couple of weeks from now.
Here are some details to whet your appetite:
After Mary and David have made themselves at home in the
deserted house they came across in A Poor Nun's Endowment, Mary is visited by
an old friend from the priory. All is
not well with the community, after the visit of the Great Pestilence (the Black
Death); the evil Benedicta has seized control and is now Mother Prioress. Mary agrees to return to the priory for a
week to see if she can influence Benedicta into easing the poor nuns into a
gentler Rule. But she hasn't reckoned
for the priest, who has some deviant sexual habits and attempts to blackmail
Mary into performing sexual acts to gratify his cravings once he discovers the
unique endowment in her anatomy. What
strange hold does he have on Benedicta?
What can Mary achieve to bring about a happier way of life for the good
nuns?
And here's a SAMPLE EXTRACT:
“Are you coming with us to
dinner, Philomena?” Sister Angela asked her as they filed out of the church.
“Soon, sister. And please call me Mary now. I love you all, but I am not a member of your
community.”
“Are leaving us again so soon?”
“No. I’m staying a little longer. I have a few private things I need to do
before I depart.”
The nuns interpreted ‘private
things’ to mean spiritual matters and didn’t care to invade her privacy.
She was just about to enter the
refectory when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Turning round, she saw it was Clare; she looked solemn.
“There’s talk of your going
away,” she said. “I couldn’t bear
it. Not now. We were so happy when you came back to us.”
Clare led her a few steps past the refectory door so they could have privacy.
“I promised you I’d stay a week,
dear Sister Clare. I have my own man
waiting for me at home, and a lot of tasks to be done on our land.”
“I know. But, before we go to dinner, may I hold
you? May I hold your cock, just for a
few moments? It’s so comforting. And you can put it inside me, if you
like. Just like you did last night.”
There’s a dark recess along the cloister where we won’t be seen.”
“Not now. It’s too risky.”
“When, then?”
Mary remembered that, now that
the priest had gone, his bed in the vestry would be available. “We can go in the church vestry tonight.”
“But the last time I came to see
you, when the others had left, that old priest came and threw me out.”
“Don’t worry. He won’t be there.”
“After Compline prayers?”
“Yes. But not for too long.”
They went to the refectory for
dinner and, afterwards, there was a short period of quiet time set aside for
reflection. Mary had decided that this
would be an appropriate moment for her to call on Mother Prioress to tell her
of the priest’s departure.
But Clare detained her. “Dear Mary, I couldn’t stop thinking about…
about tonight. I’m bursting now, and
don’t think I could wait until tonight.
Couldn’t we go to the vestry now and… do what we were going to do after
Compline?”
She had a soft spot for Sister
Clare. It wouldn’t do any harm, she
supposed. And then she’d go and see
Benedicta about the priest. They walked
across to the church and entered the side door into the vestry. Once inside, Clare lay down on the straw bed
that they had used last night, and pulled up her habit ready for Mary to take
her.
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The first in this series, A Poor Nun's Endowment, was very popular and if you enjoyed that story, I hope you'll enjoy this one too. And, in the Epilogue, I've inserted a hint of two more stories still to come. At the end of the book I've inserted the opening sections of other works with this theme - Dickgirl in the Dungeon and Dating a Dickgirl.
Until next time,
Best wishes,
Chris
cpw (at) restroom (dot) net
Monday, 9 September 2013
A Poor Nun's Endowment - Author's Notes
Hello everyone!
My latest title is published today - A Poor Nun's Endowment. I've described it as an Erotic Dickgirl Fantasy but it has a medieval historical flavour. This is the third story in the dickgirl/futa/futinari theme and, unless I'm persuaded to write something else in this vein, it'll be the last. I have other stories - in other fetishes - that are lined up to be told!
Here's the storyline:
Mary is a country girl with a tomboy streak. When she reaches adulthood, and finds herself excluded from the company of the boys with whom she grew up, she rebels and her father consigns her to a convent. On the journey there, she is approached by an old crone and granted one wish; on an impulse, she makes a strange choice: she wants a penis, so she can be accepted in the young men's group. But fate consigns her to the priory, where Mary unwittingly falls under the spell of the evil Sister Benedicta, mistress of the novices; when Benedicta discovers Mary's anatomical transformation, she makes her her own private sex-pet and Mary finds herself installed as a hermitess, confined to a private cell... where only Benedicta can come and use her to fulfil her own sexual desires any time she wishes. Is there no escape?
A chance visit by a face from her lost past - and the simultaneous arrival of the Great Pestilence (The Black Death) - offer her the opportunity she needs. Will she grasp the moment with both hands? And what then, when the known world is turned upside down?
SAMPLE EXTRACT:
Mary sat on the end of her bed and allowed her tears to run freely. She heard a noise outside her door and realised the bar that confined her here was being raised; she assumed it was Sister Benedicta again and decided not to move; she would have to see the miserable state to which she had subjected her.
It wasn’t Benedicta. It was Clare and three other young nuns. “Dear Philomena, what has happened to you? Why are you so unhappy?”
She would tell them, she decided. To hell with the consequences. She tried to dry her eyes.
They sat on her bed next to her. “Come. You can tell us. We are your friends.”
“Close the door, and I’ll tell you. But this must remain private. Between the four of us here today.”
“All right,” Clare said.
“I have a secret. A terrible secret. Only Sister Benedicta knows of this, and she has been... taking advantage of it.”
“A secret?”
Mary stood up and turned to face them. She felt she was crossing a bridge; there could be no turning back now. What she showed them could not be forgotten. “Since I have arrived here, my body has changed. I am still a woman, just like all of you, but now I have... this....”
She pulled up the front of her habit; they gasped.
Clare was the first to speak. “I knew of a boy who had a fine voice and, before it broke, the monks had him castrated so that he would not lose the beautiful sound he created. Are you not really a boy like him?”
“When I first came here, most of you will have seen me naked when I was being prepared. The senior sisters would be sure to have noticed this when they undressed me.” She let the hem of her robe fall and she returned to her seat on the bed beside them.
“So how has Sister Benedicta been taking advantage of you?”
“How do you think?”
They gasped again. “Surely... surely not... that?”
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Whilst writing, I have to tell you that I have a number of other projects planned for this site - it's all in my head, and the only problem is finding time to write everything down!
Until next time,
Best,
Chris
My latest title is published today - A Poor Nun's Endowment. I've described it as an Erotic Dickgirl Fantasy but it has a medieval historical flavour. This is the third story in the dickgirl/futa/futinari theme and, unless I'm persuaded to write something else in this vein, it'll be the last. I have other stories - in other fetishes - that are lined up to be told!
Here's the storyline:
Mary is a country girl with a tomboy streak. When she reaches adulthood, and finds herself excluded from the company of the boys with whom she grew up, she rebels and her father consigns her to a convent. On the journey there, she is approached by an old crone and granted one wish; on an impulse, she makes a strange choice: she wants a penis, so she can be accepted in the young men's group. But fate consigns her to the priory, where Mary unwittingly falls under the spell of the evil Sister Benedicta, mistress of the novices; when Benedicta discovers Mary's anatomical transformation, she makes her her own private sex-pet and Mary finds herself installed as a hermitess, confined to a private cell... where only Benedicta can come and use her to fulfil her own sexual desires any time she wishes. Is there no escape?
A chance visit by a face from her lost past - and the simultaneous arrival of the Great Pestilence (The Black Death) - offer her the opportunity she needs. Will she grasp the moment with both hands? And what then, when the known world is turned upside down?
SAMPLE EXTRACT:
Mary sat on the end of her bed and allowed her tears to run freely. She heard a noise outside her door and realised the bar that confined her here was being raised; she assumed it was Sister Benedicta again and decided not to move; she would have to see the miserable state to which she had subjected her.
It wasn’t Benedicta. It was Clare and three other young nuns. “Dear Philomena, what has happened to you? Why are you so unhappy?”
She would tell them, she decided. To hell with the consequences. She tried to dry her eyes.
They sat on her bed next to her. “Come. You can tell us. We are your friends.”
“Close the door, and I’ll tell you. But this must remain private. Between the four of us here today.”
“All right,” Clare said.
“I have a secret. A terrible secret. Only Sister Benedicta knows of this, and she has been... taking advantage of it.”
“A secret?”
Mary stood up and turned to face them. She felt she was crossing a bridge; there could be no turning back now. What she showed them could not be forgotten. “Since I have arrived here, my body has changed. I am still a woman, just like all of you, but now I have... this....”
She pulled up the front of her habit; they gasped.
Clare was the first to speak. “I knew of a boy who had a fine voice and, before it broke, the monks had him castrated so that he would not lose the beautiful sound he created. Are you not really a boy like him?”
“When I first came here, most of you will have seen me naked when I was being prepared. The senior sisters would be sure to have noticed this when they undressed me.” She let the hem of her robe fall and she returned to her seat on the bed beside them.
“So how has Sister Benedicta been taking advantage of you?”
“How do you think?”
They gasped again. “Surely... surely not... that?”
-----------
Whilst writing, I have to tell you that I have a number of other projects planned for this site - it's all in my head, and the only problem is finding time to write everything down!
Until next time,
Best,
Chris
Friday, 5 July 2013
Dickgirl in the Dungeon - Medieval erotic fiction
Hello again!
I have just had my latest title back from the editor, approved for publication, and it's available now on Amazon Kindle. The Smashwords edition comes out tomorrow. Called Dickgirl in the Dungeon, it's a 21,000-word medieval prequel to Dating a Dickgirl. If you've read Dating a Dickgirl, you'll know that Ashley refers to a legend about an ancestor of hers... and this is the story that led to the legend. I have to tell you that I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it too.
Here's some general information:
England in the 1470s – a medieval prequel to "Dating a Dickgirl". After young Lady Rosamund's two brothers die unexpectedly, the survival of the dynasty - and the ownership of the castle and estate - is put at risk. In order to perpetuate the family line, she is at the mercy of her uncle, the manipulative Abbot of Blackminster, who suggests a plan to hoodwink everyone into accepting Rosamund as Richard, her dead brother. She is forced to wear an artificial manhood under her codpiece, and marry an unsuspecting girl. The abbot makes careful arrangements to get her pregnant so that everyone thinks 'Richard' is the father.
Rosamund - thinking her family duty as 'Richard' is done, now that the next generation is secure - longs to live as a young woman again. But it's not so simple. There's a civil war, and she's captured and held to ransom. Life is hell in her darkened cell: her keepers demand sexual gratification and when a wealthy French lesbian visits her, new possibilities open...
Can she ever return to a normal life again after this crazy turmoil?
EXTRACT:
Alison followed her new husband into the bedchamber; he climbed on to his side of the bed first, watching her servants undress her – as custom demanded for the first night – and present her nakedness to him. He had taken off all his clothes, except his hose, and she noticed his proud erection poking forth from under his codpiece. I may not have a pleasing countenance, she thought, but he is already excited by my body.
She thought it strange when he appeared embarrassed that she had noticed; he covered the bedsheet over himself and fumbled underneath while he removed his hose. Perhaps it is unseemly for him to reveal himself in front of my women, she considered.
When she climbed into bed beside him, under the sheet, he bid the women depart. The door closed behind them and now he and she remained together in bed in darkness.
“I hope I might be able to offer you some pleasure, my dear wife,” he began. “But, if I cannot at first, please be patient with me. I have no experience in these matters.”
She had heard that Richard had been sickly for much of his life; the fact that they were both virgins gave her some comfort that they could take time to explore each other’s bodies together. She kissed his cheek. “We have a lifetime together, husband. There is time enough for us to do everything necessary in the world.”
“I shall take you tonight, as is fitting. But, after I have had you, I may retire to another bed; I do not sleep well in company.”
She was bewildered. “Are we not to spend the whole night together?”
“No. That may never be. But I shall try my best to give you as many children as we need. And, in case you are wondering, I keep no mistress... or any other lover. I need to sleep alone every night. That is the way I am.”
“Very well.” She reached across and placed her hand on his shoulder to reassure him; it ventured down slowly over his chest and stomach.
But, when her hand came within inches of his crotch, to touch his manhood, he gripped her wrist tight. “Do not touch me there,” he snarled. “Never touch me there.”
For the first time in many years, she felt terrified.
He must have detected her panic. “Don’t be scared of me, wife. We must have some rules. I shall copulate with you nearly every night, except when it is not convenient to you. But, afterwards, I shall withdraw from your bed and sleep elsewhere. And you are never, ever, to touch me down there.”
There could be more Dickgirl stories on the horizon if the demand is there!
Thank you all so much for your continued interest, support and suggestions.
Chris
I have just had my latest title back from the editor, approved for publication, and it's available now on Amazon Kindle. The Smashwords edition comes out tomorrow. Called Dickgirl in the Dungeon, it's a 21,000-word medieval prequel to Dating a Dickgirl. If you've read Dating a Dickgirl, you'll know that Ashley refers to a legend about an ancestor of hers... and this is the story that led to the legend. I have to tell you that I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it too.
Here's some general information:
England in the 1470s – a medieval prequel to "Dating a Dickgirl". After young Lady Rosamund's two brothers die unexpectedly, the survival of the dynasty - and the ownership of the castle and estate - is put at risk. In order to perpetuate the family line, she is at the mercy of her uncle, the manipulative Abbot of Blackminster, who suggests a plan to hoodwink everyone into accepting Rosamund as Richard, her dead brother. She is forced to wear an artificial manhood under her codpiece, and marry an unsuspecting girl. The abbot makes careful arrangements to get her pregnant so that everyone thinks 'Richard' is the father.
Rosamund - thinking her family duty as 'Richard' is done, now that the next generation is secure - longs to live as a young woman again. But it's not so simple. There's a civil war, and she's captured and held to ransom. Life is hell in her darkened cell: her keepers demand sexual gratification and when a wealthy French lesbian visits her, new possibilities open...
Can she ever return to a normal life again after this crazy turmoil?
EXTRACT:
Alison followed her new husband into the bedchamber; he climbed on to his side of the bed first, watching her servants undress her – as custom demanded for the first night – and present her nakedness to him. He had taken off all his clothes, except his hose, and she noticed his proud erection poking forth from under his codpiece. I may not have a pleasing countenance, she thought, but he is already excited by my body.
She thought it strange when he appeared embarrassed that she had noticed; he covered the bedsheet over himself and fumbled underneath while he removed his hose. Perhaps it is unseemly for him to reveal himself in front of my women, she considered.
When she climbed into bed beside him, under the sheet, he bid the women depart. The door closed behind them and now he and she remained together in bed in darkness.
“I hope I might be able to offer you some pleasure, my dear wife,” he began. “But, if I cannot at first, please be patient with me. I have no experience in these matters.”
She had heard that Richard had been sickly for much of his life; the fact that they were both virgins gave her some comfort that they could take time to explore each other’s bodies together. She kissed his cheek. “We have a lifetime together, husband. There is time enough for us to do everything necessary in the world.”
“I shall take you tonight, as is fitting. But, after I have had you, I may retire to another bed; I do not sleep well in company.”
She was bewildered. “Are we not to spend the whole night together?”
“No. That may never be. But I shall try my best to give you as many children as we need. And, in case you are wondering, I keep no mistress... or any other lover. I need to sleep alone every night. That is the way I am.”
“Very well.” She reached across and placed her hand on his shoulder to reassure him; it ventured down slowly over his chest and stomach.
But, when her hand came within inches of his crotch, to touch his manhood, he gripped her wrist tight. “Do not touch me there,” he snarled. “Never touch me there.”
For the first time in many years, she felt terrified.
He must have detected her panic. “Don’t be scared of me, wife. We must have some rules. I shall copulate with you nearly every night, except when it is not convenient to you. But, afterwards, I shall withdraw from your bed and sleep elsewhere. And you are never, ever, to touch me down there.”
There could be more Dickgirl stories on the horizon if the demand is there!
Thank you all so much for your continued interest, support and suggestions.
Chris
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