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Podcast 19 – Kindle Unlimited and Foreign Translations

Episode 19: Kindle Unlimited

Welcome back to Episode NINETEEN of the Writing and Publishing Erotica Podcast. I am H. K. Kiting and I am Dean Chills and we’re your hosts for the show. This is the podcast where we talk about writing and publishing in general, and include the occasional tidbit about erotica specifically.

If you find enjoy this podcast or find it helpful then review us on iTunes.  Also, check out our books at SexyFic.com

What’s your most recent release?

H. K. Kiting: Meat Land / Tales from the Compound

Dean Chills: SexyFic Shorts ALSO Breathless Prisoner in Audio

 

Episode 19: Kindle Unlimited

Topic One: KU

  • What is it?
  • When did you get in?
  • What do you get paid?
  • What were your results?
  • Are you still in?
  • What are your Predictions and future plans for KU?

 

Topic Two: Reader Mail

Hey guys,

I found your podcast last week and have finally caught up on all the episodes. It’s been really inspirational (and a good way to pass the time while walking to school).

I was wondering, do you know anything about erotica publishing in other languages? Do the major online publishing platforms have non-English markets? If so, do you think authors who write in languages other than English would ever be interested in translating their novels to reach a wider audience?

I’m not sure if these are the kinds of questions your interested in answering. If not, I apologize!

Thanks for the podcast. I’m looking forward to the next one 🙂

 

  • Walking to school? I hope you’re not eight years old J
  • Amazon at least has the ability publish in other languages, but I have no idea how it’s done.
  • Is it a good idea? Yes, probably.
  • Is it worth the expanse? That’s more debatable.

 We really want to hear from you. If you have a comment, complaint, or topic suggestion, mail us at sexyfic@gmail.com or stop by SexyFic.com and leave a voicemail on the tab that allows you to record a message. Be sure to subscribe to the podcast on iTunes, and leave a review for the show if you like it.

 

Episode 11: Free Books

SexyFicPodcastEpisode 11: Free Books

Dean: Let’s check the mailbag first this time. Why? Because this time we have another email from a reader!

Clive wrote in and asked:

A few episodes ago, you guys mentioned you had an unusual opinion about free books. What are your thoughts on free and promotional books? Thanks for your show, I’ve listened since the beginning.

— Clive from U.K.

Henry: I don’t know if it’s really that unusual, but it might be kind of atypical. Generally, free books are a bad idea in my opinion. But there are nearly as many opinions about free and promo books as there are self-published authors out there.

What do you think of free books?

  • People write ONE book and give it away? Why? How does this benefit the author? (Some people just want to be read. Bad reviews are easy. People collect and never read free books)
  • Series books with the first book free. Might work better to sell them all at first, then go back and offer first one free once they are all out there.
  • All books free after a certain amount of time. Why would anyone buy a book if they know that’s coming?
  • One book free at a time, but cycling through all of them eventually. Why would anyone buy a book?
  • Free books as a reward for something. Reviews or for signing up for a mailing list. For example, if you review one of our books online somewhere (like Amazon) and drop us a note telling us which review was you, we’ll send you a coupon code for a $2.99 book of your choice for free. If you sign up for our mailing list on SexyFic.com, email us, and we’ll do the same. That’s an easy way to get TWO free books from us. Neither of those offers is automatic, so you’ll need to email us your details, but we’re glad to do it.
  • What are your thoughts? Blog comments below!

We really want to hear from you. If you have a comment, complaint, or topic suggestion, mail us at sexyfic@gmail.com or stop by SexyFic.com and leave a voicemail on the tab that allows you to record a message. Be sure to subscribe to the podcast on iTunes,and leave a review for the show if you like it.

Theme song is “Everything Is One Thing, Reprise” by Al Phlipp and The Woo Team

 

Simon’s Fantasy Gym Teacher

By H.K. Kiting and Dean Chills

Simon slipped the dummy debit card into the payment slot by the door. What he was about to do was technically illegal. Because of that, he didn’t want to leave any payment trail that led back to him. The best way to cover the use of the Imaginarium was to pay cash for a loaded card with a false name.

The door opened with a beep, and he walked inside. The room was plain black on all the surfaces. Floodlights mounted on the ceiling shined onto the walls and gave everything a shadowy appearance.

“What is the purpose of your visit?” came a mechanical sounding voice from nowhere. “A. Adventure, B. Educational, C. –”

“F: Sex.” Simon said, interrupting the list. “I’ve done this before, we can skip the menu. I want a female model.”

A fairly plain-looking woman stepped up behind him, literally appearing out of thin air. She was about 5’6” with a bland Caucasian face and medium-length brown hair.

“Blonde, please,” he said.

The woman smiled vaguely in his direction, and her hair lightened before his eyes.

“Lighter,” he ordered.

Her hair changed a shade lighter.

“Good,” he said.

“Taller, about 6 feet and thinner too, a higher forehead, smaller ears, a rounder chin.” He fired off a barrage of additional specifications as if he were ordering a fine machine. Which in a way, he was. As fast as he could issue commands, the cohesive nanobots reshaped themselves to his ideal woman.

Simon knew that he would have her tonight.

He ordered broader hips and larger breasts. “That’s good,” he said. “Now dress her in a red evening gown. Wearing black leather undergarments. And red spike heels.”

The gray jumpsuit that she was wearing morphed into the costume he requested.

Before him stood Mrs. Richards, his high school gym teacher, as she was dressed at the senior prom. He’d always had a crush on her, and the memory of her dressed like she was that night gave him something to masturbate to for years. He still occasionally got off fantasizing about her.

“New surroundings: Generic hotel room. Cheap but clean.” The black room flowed like liquid until it formed the most generic hotel room he had ever seen in his life. Everything was bland and ordinary looking in shades of brown and white.

“Make her seductive, aggressive, she needs to want me, and want sex very badly.” He took one last look at her and issued the final command.

“Run.”

Immediately, Mrs. Richards took a breath, and her eyes focused on him. She walked over to him slowly, put her hand on the back of his head and leaned in for a slow, passionate kiss. She pulled her head back a few inches and looked at him eye to eye.

“Hello Simon,” she said. She had the voice of a dominatrix. He’d forgotten to say anything about her voice, but luckily it was feminine with the undertone of strength that Mrs. Richards had.

“Hello there,” Simon replied.

She raised her right hand and slapped him across the face with an impact that almost knocked him over. “You will address me as Mrs. Richards at all times.” She said sternly.

“Yes ma’am,” he said meekly. “Mrs. Richards!” he said, catching himself, “Yes, Mrs. Richards.”

“Why are you out of uniform? How many times have I told you? When you come to gym class you need to be in uniform. Get out of those clothes!” She commanded.

“Yes, Mrs. Richards.” He hustled to peel everything off. It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting. He looked up, and a riding crop had appeared in her left hand.

She tapped him on the shoulder with it and said, “You aren’t finished undressing. Why aren’t you obeying me?”

He looked down and realized that he had slipped his pants off but his underwear was still in place.

He scrambled to pull off the briefs. He had an enormous erection that had been tenting the front of the white fabric. Now it was pointed straight at her.

She exclaimed, “That is inappropriate!” and tapped the crop on the tip of his dick. “Put that where it belongs!”

He looked around stupidly until she went over to the bed and flopped down on her back. He went over to her, leaned over, and hiked up her dress. He climbed on top of her, straddling her waist.

“Well, are you going to fuck me?” She asked sternly.

He did. He unsnapped her leather panties, pushed them down around her knees and inserted his cock directly into her snatch. He pumped up and down vigorously for several minutes, like a nervous schoolboy. He started to sweat. She looked bored.

“Is that the best you can do?” she asked.

As she spoke, she reached up and wrapped both her hands around his neck. She started to squeeze.

Simon’s face immediately started to turn red. He gasped for air. As spots started appearing before his eyes he shot his load into Mrs. Richards.

Mrs. Richards vanished before his eyes and he flopped face down on the floor of the now empty black room with the floodlights.

He grinned and rolled over onto his back. He had come before she choked him to death. Maybe next week, he’d go slower.

 

Free Fiction: Road Trip

Hey guys, Dean Chills here. The other day, H.K. and I had to go on a road trip, and to pass the time, we collaborated on a little story. This one is appropriately enough entitled “Road Trip.” I’m not going to kiss and tell, but our trip didn’t quite go like the one in the story. 

 

Road Trip

by H. K. Kiting and A. Chills

 

Shelly reached behind her and fumbled around in the pile of bags on the back seat for the one containing the bottled water.

“Want one?” she asked. She wasn’t having any luck so she unfastened her seatbelt and stood up on her knees facing backward.

Justin took the opportunity to playfully swat her ass and said, “Sure. If you can find them.”

Shelly set her hand on Justin’s shoulder as she reached into the depths of the pile. She found two bottles and fished them out. Justin turned his head and kissed her hand.

Shelly turned around, sat back down, opened one bottle and handed it to Justin. Justin took a swig and made a sour face.

“Bleh! Needs some sugar,” he said seductively.

Shelly looked over and saw the gleam in his eye. “We aren’t in any real hurry to get there, you know.” She said it with a sly smile on her face.

“Yeah,” replied Justin, “But I would like to get there before dark.”

Shelly sighed. “Okay, I know what we can do. You just drive and leave the rest to me,” she said as she slid her hand over to Justin’s lap.

His eyes moved down to the speedometer as her hands moved down his zipper. The car was doing 75 miles an hour on cruise control. It felt like Shelly was doing 85.

Once the zipper was all the way down, she unsnapped his jeans and spread them open as wide as they would go. Then she put her hand in between the flaps of his underwear, running her fingers over the warm flesh she found underneath.

Justin shifted in his seat, spreading his legs wider to give her better access. She dug in deeper, found his scrotum and gently rolled his balls between her fingers.

Justin set his head against the back of his seat and settled in for the ride. Shelly rubbed his cock with her fingertips, lightly scraping her nails up and down the length of his shaft. Justin winced as the almost painful scraping balanced with pleasure of the rubbing.

She smiled as she felt his erection grow under her caress. As it started to expand, she slipped it out of his underwear. When it reached it’s full expanse the tip brushed the bottom of the steering wheel.

Justin took his hands off the wheel and grabbed his cock, pressing it against the rim. “Look, no hands!” he cried.

She laughed and replied, “I’m sure you could drive all the way to the Grand Canyon like that, but I have other plans for your third hand.”

She took a deep breath, bent over and dived in. She licked her lips and swallowed the entire length of him in one smooth, quick motion. She pulled her head up, very slowly, releasing him one inch at a time.

Justin’s eyes glanced up from the back of Shelly’s head to the speedometer again. 110 miles an hour. He took his foot off the gas, allowing the cruise control to resume a more reasonable speed. He decided not to mention that to Shelly.

He moaned as Shelly swallowed him down again after reaching the very tip of his cock. She reached the hilt and held it there for a moment, sucking powerfully. Justin felt his cock swell even harder inside her.

She pulled up, continuing to suck as she did and released his cock with an audible “pop!”

She sat up partially and kissed him on the lips. “How do you like the taste of your own cock?” she asked with a smile.

“Saltier than I expected,” he said with a grin, and she slapped his chest playfully.

She lifted up his shirt to expose his nipples, and he moaned again as she funneled one into her mouth and licked it.

She kissed her way down his belly and ran her tongue up the length of his still raging hard-on.

“Uh-oh, there’s a cop up here on the left.”

Shelly started to raise her head and he stopped her with a hand on the back of her neck.
“Nope, better stay down there.”

She giggled as he continued.

“He’s looking at us right now. Act natural. He’s wondering why I’m smiling. Hello officer, we’re on the way to the hospital, she got her lips caught in my zipper.”

Justin lowered his voice and did his best police officer impersonation, “Did you folks know that’s illegal in this county?”

Back in his own voice, Justin replied to himself, “No officer I did not. I’m very sorry, and I promise to never to do it again after she finishes this time.

She laughed harder and went back to work, pumping away at his still throbbing cock.

Justin tried to think of something else witty to say but his mind went blank, overwhelmed by the impending explosion building inside him.

Meanwhile, Shelly was pumping up and down, using her throat and lips and tongue furiously, up and down, up and down, Justin couldn’t take much more.

He was fighting it.

Suddenly, the front tire hit a pothole and the entire car lurched. Justin’s penis poked Shelly in the throat, and he shot at the same time. Shelly bit down on his cock in reflex, and he screamed. He was completely overcome by the mixed sensations of orgasm and agony.

His foot slammed involuntarily on the brake, and he jerked the wheel to his right. The car went rumbling off the road onto the shoulder and skidded along sideways until it growled to a stop. The whole time, Shelly was still sucking on Justin’s cock. Justin was slamming his hands against the car roof over and over.

Justin squirted into Shelly’s mouth one more time, and then he sat there shaking and gasping for air. Shelly sat up again in the passenger seat, looking as calm as if he had just pulled over for a little break.

Several minutes later, when the tears had cleared from Justin’s eyes, he turned to Shelly said matter-of-factly “On the way back, you drive.”

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