Lila Pounder = taboo erotica sorrynotsorry
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mornin’ #Kinktober 11 how d’you feel about.... salad fucking? (aka object insertion kink). Celia thinks she’s gonna seduce her bestie’s dad, Mr. Peters. But Darby has set her up. And things are about to get wild...
This #taboo #erotica excerpt is from “Pinky Swear” www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...
An excerpt from “Pinky Swear,” by Lila Pounder
"You girls play by traffic light rules, right?”
“I guess you heard that on the recording, too, huh?”
“Actually, that was part of the birds and bees talk my wife and I gave Celia. It’s very important to establish trust and consent in sex, especially if any rough play is involved. I like the traffic light system because it gives someone a chance to say when they’re close to crossing a boundary line, instead of waiting until it’s passed.”
She nodded. “Right, green means ‘go’, yellow means ‘go slow’ . . .”
“And red means ‘stop’. I hope you don’t play with anyone who doesn’t respect those rules, Celia, there are some very unscrupulous people in the world who will take advantage. But how's the road ahead now?”
"All green. I’m a bit taken aback. I thought I came here to seduce you! But, yeah, the light is green."
“Excellent.” Peters turned around to pick up a cutting board from the counter behind him. It was full of assorted vegetables and a few fruits. “These are all nice and clean, I used an antibacterial wash on them, so you won’t have any unpleasant aftereffects.”
“Uh, what?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Dick Peters grinned broadly. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with every one of these, Celia.”
“The fuck?” Celia’s eyes narrowed. “Have you been spying on me?”
“No.” Peters picked up the digital recorder and advanced it to the next bookmark.
“Loves to stuff herself with carrots, squash, cucumbers, anything.” Darby's voice said. “She's a real salad fucker!"
“Hunh.” Celia’s eyes swept over the assortment. She’d never used celery on herself before. There was even an eggplant, although it was one of the small Japanese ones. She looked up at Dick Peters’ lustful eyes. She knew she was getting even wetter.
“How is your traffic signal, Celia?”
She took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? She was. “Still green.”
lilapounder.bsky.social
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lilapounder.bsky.social
I would understand if you did, but I would be so sad. 😭

What I hope is that we see a split in the market, the people who are happy with the AI sludge make it and read it, and those of us who value craft, uh, buy each other’s books and slowly starve, I guess. But with integrity, damnit!
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#kinktober day 10

Ticking a few boxes here

#praise #degradation #chains

Read the full story: www.amazon.com/Shared-Trade...
Ebook quote from Shared at the Trade Show by Stephani Del Rey: 

He tugged on the chain, jerking my head back. 'Go on. Suck him off.'
My mind reeled, and a wave of heat flooded through my pussy. 'But why...?' I whined, twisting round.
He slipped his hand between my legs, his voice a deep growl.
'Because you're going to be my good fucking girl, who does everything she's told. Aren't you, sweetheart?'
lilapounder.bsky.social
And then—
y’know what I’m not sure Didi is really THAT good at degradation. I bet Aunt Pen is, though...
Much more of Didi and Kiki in “Mom, Aunt Pen, Kiki, and Me,” two very #taboo #erotica novellas, only available at Smashwords www.smashwords.com/books/byseri...
An excerpt from “Me, Aunt Pen, and Kiki” by Lila Pounder continues:
"Aunt Dysnomia." I was named after the Greek goddess of lawlessness, and proud of it. I didn't love that it was also the name of a form of aphasia, but at least it wasn't one that everybody knew.
"Sorry, Aunt Dysnomia," she said meekly.
"That's better," I acknowledged, but then I sharpened my tone again. "Such a little slut, spanking gets your pussy all wet."
I kept my nails short too, a safe, comfortable pussy-frigging length. I shoved two into her.
"I'm sorry," she cooed. "I can't help it."
"Such a bad girl." It came out sounding like praise, oops. I firmed my voice. "What am I going to do with you?"
"I don't know, Aunt Dysnomia," she sighed happily. 
I got up and pushed my shorts and unsexy, driving-all-day panties down briskly. "Turn over."
She flopped onto her back and I climbed on top of her, my knees on either side of her ears, so I could look down into her wide brown eyes. 
"Eat me, Kiki Slut. Lick my pussy and make me come."
lilapounder.bsky.social
(if you buy it now you’ll get the update FREE by the way)
And now for some degradation - Didi has found a woman her own age in her Aunt Pen’s home. And first—
An excerpt from “Me, Aunt Pen, and Kiki” by Lila Pounder
I shoved her toward the couch, a long sleek black leather thing, and she collapsed on to it. Face down, ass up. Perfect.
I straddled her, facing her feet, pulled those booty shorts down greedily, and spread her knees. No panties. "Fuck, girl you're going to get some nasty-ass infections going commando."
"Pen doesn't like me to wear panties," she mumbled into the cushion. "She gives me, um, a special supplement against infections."
That sounded wrong too, but I would feel conflicted about it later. Not now. I was kneading those fantastic hemispheres for a few seconds before I remembered I was supposed to be administering punishment.
"Little slut, pussy hanging out," I hissed as I swatted her. "Delinquent tramp, getting stoned."
She moaned and ground her pelvis into the couch as I spanked. Good thing it was easy-to-clean leather, because she was already so wet I could smell her.
Delicious.
I was mesmerized by my fingerprints blooming red, then slowly fading on her ass, the percussive crack of my hands on her butt, like hitting a snare drum.
She looked up at me over her shoulder. "You're not old enough to be my mom," she challenged.
"Old enough to be your aunt," I countered.
Her lips twitched. "That'll work."
"Speak to your aunt with respect," I ordered.
"Sorry, Aunt Didi."
lilapounder.bsky.social
#Kinktober 10 Praise and Degredation? mmkay Lila can do BOTH #taboo #erotica Molly’s stepdad and his younger boyfriend like to roleplay Uncle/Nephew; Molly and her stepdad are watching video of them. This is a brand new scene I’m adding to “Daddy’s Doll Doubled” www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...
An excerpt from “Daddy’s Doll Doubled” by Lila Pounder
Lee crouched over Screen-Dad, lining his head up with the waiting hole, and began to push in. I tightened my fist around Couch-Dad’s prick, and Couch-Dad’s fingers traced around my outer labia. Dad was such a fucking tease.
“It’s so big,” Screen-Dad gasped, and I didn’t think it was all for show. I loved watching Dad’s sphincter stretched wide. I loved being stretched just like that.
“Relax for me,” Lee said. “That’s a good uncle. You can take it, can’t you?”
Screen-Dad nodded against the carpet. “I can take it,” he whispered as Lee worked his prick deeper. “I can be a good uncle.”
“Pause,” I told the screen. I needed to be good girl for Daddy. I needed it right fucking now.
I had to shove the couch out of the way. I knelt on the floor, my chin propped on one hand. I had to roll my eyes up to see the screen, but I could keep watching.
Daddy crouched behind me, on knee up and one on the floor.
“Fuck!” I yelped at his first shove.
“Be a good girl for Daddy.” His tone was harsh but he stroked my hair gently. “You can take it, I know you can.”
“Yes,” I said, my eyes shut tight, not entirely faking. I had the best, the biggest Daddy.
He worked himself in slowly, until his thighs ground into mine. I sighed, and waggled my ass, letting him know how very okay I was. “Am I good girl, Daddy?”
“The best,” he assured me. “Daddy’s goodest girl, with the hottest, tightest asshole.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at the screen. “Resume.”
“That’s it,” Lee and Couch-Dad—well, Floor-Dad, now—said together, completely obscene stereo. “You’re taking my cock so well.”
lilapounder.bsky.social
and then Didi gets together with her mom, and Pen. This one is available with GS/WS action in the gold edition www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...
but if that’s not among your kinks, the silver edition skips those scenes www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...
Lila aims to please all ( #taboo ) cummers 😜
lilapounder.bsky.social
oh i guess yesterday was international lesbian day? i am not an international lesbian. and i won’t swear that all the women in these stories are lesbian, but i will swear that the action is 100% sapphic #taboo #erotica
First, Didi visits her aunt & meets Kiki: www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...
lilapounder.bsky.social
not to be real on main or anything, but I was always told that I could sell “straight” erotica (including “girl on girl”) OR “gay” erotica with exclusively guy-guy stuff. “Opposite” was the first story where I dared to mix it up, and I’m delighted that the bi stories have found a modest audience
lilapounder.bsky.social
#Kinktober 9 Nature/Outdoors #taboo #erotica #bisexual
Len and Mash are sititng on a roof, spying on Jay and Todd, who are having a backyard sleep out. There’s gonna be some dick sucking in a minute, and you can read all about it in “The Literal Opposite Of” www.smashwords.com/books/view/9...
An excerpt from “The Literal Opposite Of” by Lila Pounder
UP ON THE ROOF
Len and Mash are lying on top of the garage roof in front of its dormer window, semi-dressed, a thin strip of shingle between them. (Turns out shingles don't feel good on a naked butt.) The boys would have to tilt their heads really far back to see them, but they've got a good view of the boys, although they can't really hear much of what they're saying. The Patterson's place looms darkly behind the back fence. Anyone in that house with, say, a pair of binoculars could see Len and Mash easily enough, but the curtains are drawn. Crawling from the garage attic (still Len's room, while he's home from college) onto the roof is like entering world tangent to the normal one, where it seems like you can observe, but not be observed.
Len took, like, just a couple hits of bud before Mash came over, mostly so he wouldn't cum too soon. He's not mellow from it; he's in the headspace where he's super aware of the long jagged shadows of the grass (which needs cutting) and the trees. He can almost see the shadows changing shape, inch by inch, as the moon continues to rise. The shadows make lots of tangents to other shapes. He likes that word, tangent. Maybe he's higher than he thought. He drops a hand onto Mash's thigh. She picks it up, sets it on the roof.
"Just wait," she stage whispers, turning and leaning toward him, so he can feel the promise of her breath in his ear. "This will be good."
Len likes Mash a lot, but she intimidates him. This is a new thing for him, being intimidated by a girl he's banging, but he's digging it.
lilapounder.bsky.social
#Kinktober Day 8. Facesitting, you say? #taboo #consensual #erotica with more #femdom than fits in one alt-text, oops. 1/2
A vignette by Lila Pounder begins
Charlotte tapped Livy's shoulder. "Break time!"
Livy looked up at her supervisor. "I don't really need a break."
Charlotte's eyebrow climbed. "Oh, but you want a break. This is federally-mandated break time. Best thing about the Reunited States."
"All right, then." Livy, newly arrived from the UK, was still very conscious of trying to fit in with her new country's customs. She stood and followed Charlotte down the hall.
"You did say you were single, didn't you? Although most American girls say the break room doesn't count."
Livy shook her head. "No, I'm not seeing anyone at the moment. But what—" she broke off as the break room door opened, and the distinct odor of sexual arousal wafted out.
The break room scene was like something out of De Sade. There were rows of curious seats, each open at both ends, like a pair of parentheses, and the openings were occupied by men's upward pointing faces, almost as if they were part of the chair, forming a closed ring. The men must be stood upon some sort of subfloor, Livy realized, with their heads and shoulders protruding up through openings. Each man was wearing a dull metal collar with bright green inset LEDs reading "I consent."
lilapounder.bsky.social
hey #Kinktober day 7 does it count as “Hypno” if I’m just pretending? This teaser is from the story that launched my #taboo #erotica so-called career, “Mom’s BF (Thinks He) P0wns My Kitty” – only at Smashwords!
www.smashwords.com/books/view/9...
An excerpt from “Mom's Boyfriend (thinks he) P0wns my Kitty” by Lila Pounder:
I flopped onto the couch. "But you never know, sometimes Sandy cheers right up, so she might be back pretty soon. Anyway, sit down, help me with the Sangria. You've been spending a lot of time with Mom, and I feel like I barely know you."  
He sat, with a very respectful stretch of couch between us. I watched those gears: She's hot. It's wrong. That app. Might never get a chance like this!
He fished out his phone. I hid a sharkish grin behind a sip of sangria.
"You make apps, right? I just got this new one, I think it's kinda cool." He angled the phone away from me and I watched him tap through the DO NOT USE FOR RAPE! SERIOUSLY! disclaimers, then he held it out. "What do you think?"
I thought I saw some green lines on a black field, twirling around and leaving traces behind them that gradually faded out. Trippy, but total 101-level programming course stuff.
"That's . . . really . . . cool."
He set the phone on the end table. I saw his Adam's apple bob. "Do you think it's warm in here?"
"Yes. It's warm." I was trying to sound compliant, but I didn't want to go full robot. I didn't want to have to hold back any noises I might make later.
"Would you be more comfortable with your shirt off?"
"Yes." I took it off. I folded it neatly and set it on the couch next to me.
"Jesus," he sighed. "OK, uh, you're not going to remember anything that happens until I show you the app again."
"I won't remember anything that happens until you show me the app again," I agreed.
"Do, do you like to play with your own tits?"
"I love to play with my own tits." Not a lie.
"Do it."
I did. 
He raised his phone and turned the camera toward me.
lilapounder.bsky.social
OK for real tho #Kinktober, #Chastity is more like this, right? This is from “The Secret Bookshelf” which you can’t read yet. But you can read more about Merri and Tommy in “Ad Placement” last year’s free xxxmas present from Naughty Lila www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...
An excerpt from “The Secret Bookshelf” by Lila Pounder 
~wait~
Tommy and I slept together in Mom and Dad's bed – after I pulled the bedding off and changed it. He snored a little, but he stopped when I nudged him. 
He woke up first this time. He bumped my shoulder with his until I opened his eyes. "Whuzzuh?" I mumbled.
"Look at this." He shoved his phone into my hand. It took several seconds for my eyes to focus, and I saw Polina had added Tommy and Jacques to our chat.
Polina G: day of rest you can guess the rules right?
Polina G: no sex no masturbation no orgasms no excuses
Polina G: are you in yes or no
"Did you tell them we fucked?"
"Not exactly," I said. "I mean, I try not to text anything that would get me in real trouble if it was subpoenaed or whatever. But I did imply it. Polina had to drop the phone and masturbate immediately."
"Whoah."
I typed a response.
Thomas_Todd: YES
Thomas_Todd: this is Merri on Tommy's phone btw
I looked at my brother. "You do want to party with Polina and Jacques tomorrow, right?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah!"
I shrugged. "Accept the terms and conditions."
lilapounder.bsky.social
This is probably not what #Kinktober means by “Chastity,” is it? 😛
(from the very #taboo #erotica novella “The Fams,” 50% off all month at Smashwords www.smashwords.com/books/view/1... )
An excerpt from “The Fams” by Lila Pounder reads
Chapter 2: Panty-dropping eavesdropping
Chastity Worth, age 19, came bouncing down the stairs, but stopped on the landing when she heard the strange noises coming from the door to her stepdad's office at the base of the stairs.
It sounded like he was groaning in there. Was he sick, or what?
She took another, quieter, step down as she listened.
"Goddamn, Cherry!" she heard a growl through the door. "Your cunt is so tight!"
What!? Her stepdad was fucking her stepsister in there!? That was sick! She felt an unwelcome jolt of lust in her pussy. Sick . . . but really hot!
She tiptoed another step down, and saw her 20-year old stepbrother Loyal standing to one side of the door. His right hand was inside the waistband of his sweatpants, pumping in short, frantic strokes. His eyes were glazed, but he held a finger in front of his lips as he caught sight of her.
Chass slipped the rest of the way down the stairs. "What the fuck," she whispered as quietly as she could manage. "Your dad is fucking Cherry in there? And you're just whacking off? Creep!"
"I don't think so," Loyal grinned as he whispered back. "Keep listening!"
lilapounder.bsky.social
#Kinktober Day 5 #DoublePenetration you say? Lila says, yes, please. This snippet of #taboo #erotica is from the extremely filthy “Seven Broken Rules” – only at Smashwords! “Jane” (not her real name) is accommodating both Will and William: www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...
An excerpt from Lila Pounder’s story “Seven Broken Rules”
I was so fucking full, ass and puss all filled up. Will started slowly, and built up his pace gradually. Inexorably, deliciously. The second time was no 60-second ride.
I was sure William's cock in my ass was making my pussy even tighter for Will. I was sure getting plenty of G-spot action, and William's expert fingers were still teasing and stroking my clit.
If I had another cock to suck, it would be perfect.
Maybe three more cocks, one to suck, two to jerk?
No, I decided. It was already perfect. I was perfectly filled.
Will saw how hard I was thinking about whether I was being perfectly fucked or not. He frowned and stepped up his pace.
He was like a human jackhammer. Now I couldn't think. Now I was just fucked.
Purely fucked, hard fucked. Double-fucked. William wasn't moving much under our combined weight, but that big cock was still throbbing in my backdoor. My asshole was sliding along his shaft with the force of Will's fucking.
I was going to come again. This time it was building in me slowly. Every thrust pushed me a little closer. Will's face was contorted with the effort of fucking me so hard, so fast, for so long.
I loved it.
lilapounder.bsky.social
#Kinktober Day 3 #taboo #erotica oil
Read much more about Jim, the Milfs, and their friends and family, only at Smashwords www.smashwords.com/books/view/1...
An excerpt of a story:
All the eyes are drawn to the stairs as Darla, Edie, and Jim come down them.

Inaya moves over to the bench in the middle of the room, and Jim watches eagerly as Connie slathers Inaya's enormous knockers with fragrant oil. She kneads Inaya's tits for a minute while the Indian-American woman gasps softly, then she moves to the end of the couch to hold the vibe to Inaya's pussy.

Somehow Inaya manages to look shy as she beckons Jim over.

Jim straddles her and pushes his cock into the valley between her huge mounds. She pushes her tits together, completely enclosing his prick. He fucks into her slowly. Her eyes seem to beg for his load, even though she doesn't say anything, and if he hadn't come three times already, she would probably get it.

"Time!" Betty calls.

Now it's Grace's turn. The Chinese-American woman directs him to lie on his back on the bench. She crawls on top of him and rocks back and forth steadily, dragging her boobs along his stiff rod. "I want your jizz, Jim," she urges, licking her lips. "Come on, give it to me. Shoot it on my tits!" She's clearly eager to tie with Connie, who's claimed two of his loads, but Betty calls time again before Grace can get another prize.
lilapounder.bsky.social
#Kinktober Day 2 #taboo #erotica #bodywriting
The text of an erotic vignette:
"Choose your word," he says.
The list is printed on a laminated card, big black all-caps sans serif letters on white, the sort of typography you'd see on a sign that says "Beware of Dog" or "Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted."
"Let me think a moment," I say. I read the list aloud, feeling the words as they come out of my mouth. It's not in alphabetical order and that annoys me. "Bitch. Whore. Cum dump. That's a phrase, not a word." I know I'll pay for that insolence and I can't wait. My cunt is already so wet.  "Slut. Come. Mouth hole. Cum dumpster. Floozy. Fuckdoll."
A bunch of them are good. I like fuckdoll, the stretched out 'F' and the hard snap of the 'D.' But there's really only one choice for me, the sibilant start, the lascivious lateral, and the sharp plosive.
"Slut," I let it roll out of my mouth like I'm licking a cock already.
When he takes the cap off the marker it sounds like a knife being drawn from a sheath. I smell it as he brings it near my face. It's sweet but chemical. Breathing in too much will be bad for me, and that makes it so attractive.
He presses the tip hard against my forehead as he begins to write.
lilapounder.bsky.social
#Kinktober with some #taboo prompts for pics or #erotica , you say? #Bondage ?
(Read the rest of Cirri’s story, only at Smashwords www.smashwords.com/books/view/1... )
An excerpt from an erotic story:
I woke up all at once, instead of swimming up to the surface gradually, which meant that a bunch of facts were suddenly jostling around my brain competing for attention.
I was horny. Really, really fucking horny, positively squirming with the need to come.
Except I couldn't squirm very much, because I was restrained, spread-eagled, with strong cuffs around my wrists and ankles, securing me against a wall. Naked, by the way, but of course I'd been naked when I blacked out, so that wasn't exactly a surprise.
Someone, or something, was teasing my pussy lips, fluttering little touches that were almost everywhere at once, but not actually on or too near my clit. It was delightful, if just a little cruel. That probably had a lot to do with why I was so worked up. I angled my head down to see who or what was there but . . .
I couldn't see over my belly because it was distended and bulging.
Was that all? Oh no, not at all.
As I looked from side to side I saw that I wasn't strapped to a wall so much as some weird machine. The metal cuffs seemed to be part of it.
I reached out with my implants to talk to my ship's passive systems. Limehawk claimed we were actually at 100% lightspeed. That was impossible, of course, but it must mean we were so close the computer had run out of digits to express how close we were. Which was also impossible. At that speed, my fingernail would have the mass of entire star systems. I couldn't tell where we were, there were no stars nearby, just one big globular cluster directly before us. 
"LImehawk!" I yelled in a panic.
"Hey, Cirri," the ship purred. They sounded as horny as I was. I relaxed a bit. If the ship wasn't worried, things were probably okay. "Welcome back."
Something touched my clit for a split second. Sucked it? Wow!
"Limehawk, are you . . . playing with my pussy?"
"You always said I could if I ever wanted to."
lilapounder.bsky.social
re last repost. you COULD always code up your own version of a favorite game. then you’d own it completely. but careful not to power it with too much dark sorcery, or it might own YOU completely 👀
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karenattiah.bsky.social
As a former gamer, I cannot overstate how big of a deal this right-wing takeover of Electronic Arts is.

Are they going to create video games where they kidnap and dismember journalists like Jamal Khashoggi?