Boldly Dreaming my Way into the BNWO
While I do have a rather long cuckolding novella that I've been working on, slowly leading a reluctant hubby through the process of becoming a cuckold father to another man's child (and becoming a sexual surrogate during a difficult pregnancy), I've been trying to get something shorter out in the meantime to keep you all reading.
I actually got about 3,000 words into my futa-on-male centaur story, but what I wanted to be a lighthearted, fun exploration of futa excess was instead becoming something bigger and darker. I like the themes that were developing there, and I will likely go back to it at some point, but I'm parking it in the WIP folder for now.
Fortunately, my subconscious has been working on filling the spankbank, teasing me with a recurring dream that had me straining at my chastity cage. I don't always remember my dreams, but this one was so vivid, so exciting, I immediately began writing down details as soon as I awoke. It's the scrawl of a sexually frustrated man who hasn't had his coffee yet, but the act of writing it down cements the memories inside my head.
It's weird how the dreams worked. It was the same dream, 3 nights in a row, but each from a different perspective. As I put all the notes together I began to understand everything that was going on, and I fell in love with the story that was developing before my eyes. Thanks to the dreams, the story really is writing itself, proving to be one of the fastest I've ever written. I haven't started work on a cover yet, but I do have a rough blurb to share.
18 years from today . . .
The Black New World Order has arrived, but there are still white communities scattered across America that stubbornly cling to a legacy of intolerance and hatred. Kyle's father is the leader of one such community, and he's ready for his son to step up and ensure the continued purity of the white race. He's invited the community's most prominent citizens to attend Kyle's 18th birthday ceremony, where they expect to watch him claim a white bride and publicly take her virginity - as their own sons have done before him.
Except, Kyle has no intention of taking a bride, and no desire to further his father's outdated agenda. He's made his own plans, and with the help of six beautiful white girls who share his desire to embrace their black-owned fate, he's going to give the community a hot, creamy lesson in black superiority that they will never forget!
There will be brides claimed tonight, but it won't be by Kyle. He's going to be too busy cleaning up their messes, thanking their black masters for the privilege, and preparing to give away something far more valuable than just his virginity.
His manhood.
I actually got about 3,000 words into my futa-on-male centaur story, but what I wanted to be a lighthearted, fun exploration of futa excess was instead becoming something bigger and darker. I like the themes that were developing there, and I will likely go back to it at some point, but I'm parking it in the WIP folder for now.
Fortunately, my subconscious has been working on filling the spankbank, teasing me with a recurring dream that had me straining at my chastity cage. I don't always remember my dreams, but this one was so vivid, so exciting, I immediately began writing down details as soon as I awoke. It's the scrawl of a sexually frustrated man who hasn't had his coffee yet, but the act of writing it down cements the memories inside my head.
It's weird how the dreams worked. It was the same dream, 3 nights in a row, but each from a different perspective. As I put all the notes together I began to understand everything that was going on, and I fell in love with the story that was developing before my eyes. Thanks to the dreams, the story really is writing itself, proving to be one of the fastest I've ever written. I haven't started work on a cover yet, but I do have a rough blurb to share.
18 years from today . . .The Black New World Order has arrived, but there are still white communities scattered across America that stubbornly cling to a legacy of intolerance and hatred. Kyle's father is the leader of one such community, and he's ready for his son to step up and ensure the continued purity of the white race. He's invited the community's most prominent citizens to attend Kyle's 18th birthday ceremony, where they expect to watch him claim a white bride and publicly take her virginity - as their own sons have done before him.
Except, Kyle has no intention of taking a bride, and no desire to further his father's outdated agenda. He's made his own plans, and with the help of six beautiful white girls who share his desire to embrace their black-owned fate, he's going to give the community a hot, creamy lesson in black superiority that they will never forget!
There will be brides claimed tonight, but it won't be by Kyle. He's going to be too busy cleaning up their messes, thanking their black masters for the privilege, and preparing to give away something far more valuable than just his virginity.
His manhood.
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