Made in DNA
American author/translator living in Japan. Haunts a variety of social media sites, loves writing, spends too much time thinking about pizza.
Note that I write in a variety of genres, including adult. Adult titles are all under FILTHY.
Bow Wad Bowshock (Part 02)
Never before in his life had he experienced the extra-genital regions of another being's body. It was arousing sexploration on the purest level. Yet, he had to free himself of this mad woman and her space crabs.
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Blowad Bow Shock (Part 01)
She had crabs. Very large, very brutal fuckers. The very sight of them engulfed his flesh in an uncontrollable burn-itch that mushroom-clouded forth from his groin. Chagrined, he quickly waved the cloud away.
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Jizzemboweler (Part 02)
Her mouth closed over his meat in a wet, sultry heat he closed his eyes to. Her tongue slipped over his head, encircling it, while her hand continued to fondle his nuts. She mixed it all with timely administrations of slight teeth gratings that sent panic-tainted electric excitement through him. His cock bulged, growing until he felt the vein-laced, porous meat inside might burst from its skin. Finally, he could hold his buildup back no more. She brought him to climax.
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Jizzemboweler (Part 01)
"Permission tat, please." The man smiled at the female security officer guarding the gate of the Floating World and nodded, "Of course."
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in Filthy
Screaming Metal (Part 026)
The tavern patrons came, ate, drank, chatted, laughed, and left. Over and over; the pattern repeating, the patrons marking their time in specific increments.
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in Futurism
Screaming Metal (Part 025)
Suen was visibly shaken. She was clearly not happy to be here, but perhaps more than that, she seemed confused. "I don't understand," Suen said.
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in Futurism
Screaming Metal (Part 024)
The wind of the early evening howled as the open-top, 4-seat aircar jetted into the oncoming night. Equipped with goggles and commsets they sped toward the village Deshel and Suen had frequented their first few nights on-planet.
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in Futurism
Screaming Metal (Part 023)
The morning exploded in thunder and the screeches of palm-sized, winged mammals as they took flight. A plume of vaporized garbage rocketed into the air accompanied by hurtling shards of long-buried metal and materials.
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in Futurism
