Review - Bukkake Brawl

I was intrigued by Bukkake Brawl because of the deep sci-fi angle to the book.  I was interested and astounded at the presentation of a dystopian future world that was brutal and violently sexual in many aspects.  I would definitely classify it as a science fiction story with erotic/sexual elements.

Most interesting is how it and the three short stories that follow it are constructed - that are all in the 140 character strings of the medium on which the stories were originally written - Twitter.  This is a true Twitter eBook - although there has certainly been a bit of editing since it first appeared online, it stays true to the presentation.

Once I got accustomed to the Twitterization of the story, I found the first main story very compelling and intricate.  Made In DNA writes an engaging story that truly has you guessing and doesn't fail to deliver on the interesting twists and turns in this brutal, futuristic society.

The follow-on short stories were interesting and thoughtful.  Media Whores in particular delivered on a twisted voyeuristic future dystopian society, while the other two were thoughtful and brutal mini-stories, full of interesting word choices and linguistic interplay.

A word to the squeamish - these are brutal, violent, sexual tales that are very graphic and not for the faint hearted!

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Collared

Somehow she knew this was where she was destined to be, on her hands and knees, groveling on a carpet in front of her master. He walked around her, silent in his accusation. He looked at the darkened spot on the carpet. He shook his head and looked between her legs. He knelt down behind her, spread her pussy lips with his fingers and tentatively smelled her aroma.

"You made this puddle on the carpet." He said as he stood up. He grabbed the short leash attached to her collar and gave it a firm tug, forcing her to move around to face the soiled carpet. He grabbed her hair and pushed her nose into the cold urine soaked carpet. He held her there until she was forced to breath in the harsh ammonia scent assailing her nostrils. She fought to get away from the stink, but he held her head there.

"This is your punishment for making a mess." He lifted his hand from her head and she moved her head up slightly. He walked behind her and dropped his pants. She felt his fingers on her sex, pressing inside her. She was so wet from the humiliation she hung her head.

"Submit like a good little bitch."

She dropped on her elbows, sticking her ass up in the air. Her nose came perilously close to the wet stain on the floor and she turned her head.

"Put your nose into it!" She turned her head back to the sharp scent and faced her shameful puddle. Master's dick slid forcefully into her hot pussy and she gasped, taking a noseful of the ripe piss inches away from her face. As his hard cock slid in and out of her, pounding her pussy mercilessly, she whimpered and tears streamed down her face. His rough, hairy balls slapped her tender clit over and over again, bringing her so close to orgasm she willfully sucked in the aroma of the soiled carpet.

As he felt his orgasm coming close, he pulled on the leash, bringing her head back and causing her to see stars. The asphyxia portion of her kink was desperately required in order for her to orgasm. He released the tension on the leash and the collar loosened around her neck. She gasped for air.

As he reached his own orgasm, he pulled the leash taut again and the world started to spin for her. The muscles inside her twat clenched as she came. She cried out in a whisper as the air could barely make it past the constriction around her throat. He released the leash again and she completed her orgasm, shuddering on the floor as the rough carpet grazed against her nipples. Her breathing came in short, shallow breaths. Her face rested in the cold urine on the floor. She smiled at the complete humiliation and wonderful orgasm that continued to buck through her inner folds.

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Backyard Voyeur

Frank crept through the brush carefully, bracing himself on the trees and trying to keep his passage as quiet as possible.  The moonlight overhead allowed him to see where he was going without too much trouble.  The square of light illuminating the garden in front of him told him he'd reached his destination.

Leaning against a tree, he peered around cautiously into the open window.  There she was the object of his desire.  The woman was dressed in a gray, two piece power suit.  It hugged her curved lines, accentuating her round, firm ass and pushing up her breasts.  The white blouse she wore underneath was opened at the collar, showing a bountiful valley of pure white skin - the cleavage of the gods!  Frank's mouth watered as she turned to look in the mirror.

She raised her hands to her head and removed the barrettes keeping her hair up.  Her fiery red tresses cascaded down over her shoulders like pure, hot lava.  Frank rubbed his hardening manhood through his pants and moaned.  She turned toward the window and Frank bit his lip.  He shrank back into the shadows.  The tantalizing object of his affection peered out at the garden for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders.  She turned her back to the window and began to unbutton her jacket.  As she went to the closet, slowly stripping the jacket off, Frank was mesmerized by her full round ass swaying back and forth with each step.  She turned as she opened the closet to hang up the jacket.  Frank watched her full breasts straining at the fabric of her blouse as she reached in for a hanger.  The white ruffles in the blouse slightly obscured the full form of her profile, an hourglass figure that caused a stirring in his loins.

She unbuttoned to wait of her skirt and slid her fingers down the side of her hips, unzipping the zipper in tantalizing slow motion.  His heart skipped a beat as she turned her ass toward him and slid the garment slowly down her hips, revealing a ruby red thong nestled between her porcelain cheeks.  His hand was down the front of his pants now, desperately grabbing and massaging his aching tool.  She stepped out of it and clipped it in place on the hanger.  With her back still to him, she lowered the white blouse, treating him to a view of her freckled shoulders lightly kissed by the sun.  The smooth white surface of her back was broken every now and then by a dark freckle.  He'd memorized this constellation so he could pick her out of a group of women, solely identifying her by these markings.  The sharp red of her bra cut a line under her shoulder blades as the top was lowered past it and down the small of her back.

She walked over to a hamper and placed the shirt inside.  Now she was dressed in just her red bra and panties.  She walked toward the window, allowing Frank to see her voluptuous breasts suspended by the thin lacy material of her bra.  The red of the fabric contrasted sharply with her white skin.  She sat down on the bed and reached into a drawer on the nightstand.  Her slender fingers emerged holding a thick, black dildo.  Frank gasped.  He hadn't seen this toy before.  It must be new.

Frank moved closer and to the right of the window, staying in the shadows.  He positioned himself perfectly to see her lay back on the bed, still in her bra and panties.  She squeezed her breasts with one hand, rubbing and inching her nipples through the course material.  Her other hand held the giant dark phallus, rubbing it against her panty clad clit.  She pressed her legs together and pushing the toy between her legs, stimulating her pussy through the lace.  Frank dropped his pants around his ankles and pulled his cock up over his waistband, the close fitting underwear hugging his balls tightly as he stroked his rod in time to the movements of the black dildo.  A few minutes of stroking had his swollen member thick and rock hard.  She parted her legs, slid the silicone rod up her tummy, and revealed the darkened wet material between her legs.  Frank moaned.

She slipped the dildo into her mouth and released her other hand from its business on her nipples so she could slide it under the material of her panties and gently rub her engorged nub as she sucked off the toy.  After a few moments of this stimulation, Frank slowed his rod pumping as he felt his seed about to burst; he wanted to prolong the orgasm.  She pulled the toy rod from her mouth and pulled her panties aside revealing her bright pink inner folds to his adoring eyes.  The black dildo slid over her tiny red landing strip, over her clit and into her dripping wet hole.  She slowly pumped it in and out, her full red lips parted in moans of ecstasy.  Frank bit his lip to keep from coming right then.

She released her panties, but kept pumping the toy in and out of her hot cunt.  She reached to the pillow and retrieved a cell phone.  She pressed a button and put it to her ear.  Frank felt a familiar buzzing at his ankle.  He released his cock and pulled up his pants.  He grabbed the cell phone from his pocket and answered.

"Come inside now.  I need to feel your cock in me."  Her voice whispered into his ear.

"I'll be right in, babe."  Frank replied.  He opened the sliding glass door to his right and went inside the house to his wife.

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Unashamedly Erotic

There are a lot of female erotica authors put there! (wave meekly) My intrusion into this space isn't meant to be a statement for men, a call for more men to write about their naughty thoughts, or even an editorial on the overabundance of female authors. I'm simply here to write what's in my head and hopefully entertain and excite.

Men do have emotions. I will do my best to weave some of those into my writing. Maybe it will give a slightly different perspective. Maybe it will stand out as unique and different. Maybe it will just suck. I'm truly not sure. Until someone reads it and gives me some feedback, I'll only know that the writing excites me. I'm not my own best critic when it comes to erotica; at least, I don't think I am.

I will continue to write. Been doing it for years, albeit in different genres than erotica. But, through those years I have also written erotica, mostly to titillate others. Outside of an email to friends, these works have never seen publication. Good thing too; they needed a shitload of editing! I guess all the originals were written one-handed!

So, now these tales are being woven and embellished into a coherent storyline. I hope you like the first work, The Sexual Reeducation of Melissa. I plan on writing two more eBooks in this series and then perhaps offering the entire group in a single eBook.

I look forward to your comments and suggestions. You can check out my author page at Smashwords and click on the link to the eBook for a healthy preview of 20% of the contents. I hope you like what you read and can't wait to get more!

Your respects,
Mangus Fitzpatrick