Merry Xmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope you receive not quite all you wish for - a life with no aspirations would be no life at all.

Best wishes to you and yours, both for Christmas and for the impending New Year.

Lots of love,

Alexandra xxxx

#free #erotica A naughty novella: Literal Fantasies

Phew.

Xmas shopping done. A bit of wrapping and it's as good as over. I don't like Christmas, to be honest. Haven't done do for many years. The excess. The gluttony. The selfishness. The disappointment. It's madness. Bloody madness. But you point it out and everyone yells, 'Scrooge!' Go on! Yell it! I can't hear you. Louder! Wow, I heard that. You really mean it, don't you?

Anyway. 

As an antidote to the saddest of celebrations, I am giving away a book. Unusually for me, It's not a collection of shorts, but rather a sleek and rather naughty little novella. Its genesis was also unusual. I received an email from an admirer (why are you laughing? I have admirers! I do!), a simple thank you, to which I replied. More emails followed. The gist of the emails - and the emails themselves, virtually word for word - provide the book with its prologue. What happens next is pure -  impure? -  fiction, but the seeds were very real. If that brings to mind 'Jack and the Beanstalk' then stop there. Though my book has 'fantasy' in the title, it has little in common with that pantomime favourite. Like 'Jack', the book is a journey, an education, a catharsis, but there are no giants, castles, golden eggs and similar fairy tale stuff. The people are very real. Sometimes too real. If that's possible. And it is.

Go on, grab a copy and have a Christmas wank on me. So to speak.

Literal fantasies on Amazon

Have a wonderful Christmas, a very happy New Year, and take very good care of yourself. Till next time,

Lots of love,

Alexandra xxx

New writing: excerpt from 'Nina', part 14 of my sexy sci-fi novel,Inversion 1

Hi

Yes, it's been ages. Fucking ages, actually. What can I say? I've been writing. That sexy sci-fi novel I've half written leapt up and grabbed my creativity by the balls and won't let go. And though I tell it I have no balls, still it refuses to let go. That's a metaphor for yer.

I'm loving it, though. The story is weaving towards some sort of climax (interspersed with the other sort of climax) and seems to have a mind of its own. For example, a new character popped up, completely unexpectedly, fully formed and sexy as fuck. I love her, though have almost killed her off twice. Anyway, here's a short section of the latest action, a meeting between Nina, a humanoid female, and an actual female, which takes place on a very large spaceship. I do hope you enjoy it.

In the new year, I will hopefully have more time for you :)

Take care,

Alexandra xxxx

Excerpt from 'Nina', part 14 of 'Inversion 1'

The kiss was unexpected; the hand on my left tit was even more so. Both were unimaginably subtle, yet simultaneously intensely powerful. The two-pronged attack saved her life. Another moment and she would have been an inanimate mess. The stark contrast between the two outcomes momentarily immobilised me and two ineluctable truths became apparent:

1.   Life and death are arbitrary;

2.   Today I am the arbiter.

It was a role I had barely considered and for which I was totally ill-prepared. The responsibility was crushing.

A hand was in my hair and a tongue was in my mouth. Though slightly less alkaline, her saliva was almost indistinguishable from my own, a minor detail that gave me major confidence in my creative abilities. My left hand fingers combed through her long, dark hair then  twisted into a clump and forced our mouths into more passionate contact. An insistent knee parted her thighs and I pressed her against the wall. As our bodies eased together, tits clashed, parted and tessellated. My right hand followed her spine, sliding beneath the waist band of her cargo pants, over her coccyx and into her knickers, separating her arse cheeks before stabbing unsuccessfully at her tight, dry sphincter. She was gasping noisily, frantically sucking air into her depths. In response, I engaged my hitherto unused respiratory simulator and pumped hot, moist breath onto her face. A thud, an accompanying clatter and her gun was on the floor. Easing me back a pace, she untied the cord at my waist, peeled the gown from my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Tits sprung free as I peeled off my vest. The gasp of raw pleasure that passed her moist lips was indescribably stimulating.

'Oh, my god.' Her open palm clasped her forehead. 'I'm a little dizzy. You're making me...'

I kissed her nose.

'You okay?'

'Yes. I just can't believe we're going to... to...'

Arousal slurred my expletive.

'Fuck?' Open mouthed, she nodded. I raised an eyebrow. 'As much as two women can fuck, yes, we are.'

There were many ways in which this was a new experience for me and, as they were becoming increasingly wont, secondary systems enumerated them.

1.  She is human.

2.  She is female.

3.  I don't know what she is thinking.

4.  I have clothes on.

Invading one's personal space can have many motives; invading one's clothing has but one, and her hand was now inside my knickers, her alien finger parting my virgin lips, its soft, twirling tip preparing to take the plunge. She paused and whispered.

'I... I never even asked your name. I'm sorry.'

'It's Nina.'

'Nina. That's beautiful. I'm Jenna.'

'I know.'

'So tell me, Nina, what is it you... need?'

Again her fingertip twirled and stirred my copious wetness.

'Pussy juice. I'm going to eat you out, Jenna.'

Her eyes rolled and closed and she fainted into my arms.

I lifted her up and cradled her. The softness of her flesh surprised me, as did the lightness of her frame. She was so young, so incredibly vulnerable. I held her till she opened her eyes, her big, brown, trusting eyes, then gently kissed her lips. She gasped as I playfully tossed her onto the bed. Sighed as I pulled off her knee-high boots. Moaned as I tugged at her cargo pants. Squealed as my teeth tore away her flimsy panties. Meanwhile, she helped herself from her t-shirt and freed her not unimpressive tits from a cleverly cantilevered bra.

Diving straight in, I slurped on her cunt. She came almost immediately, yet begged me to continue, my fingers and tongue moving quickly, lightly and untiringly, both on and within the hot, raw gash that gaped between her deceptively muscular thighs. I loved her taste, recognised immediately the combination of chemicals required and determined to add them to my own intimate signature at the earliest opportunity.

Every contact made her eyes roll and again she came, her cries ringing around the hard, bare, cuboid space.

'Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck! Oh, Nina! What in the name of heaven are you?'

Her voice was ragged, her breath torn. I slid my tongue from her anus, my fingers from her squelching cunt and told her the unlikely truth.

'I'm a Resistance robot, come to kill you all. To steal your ship then travel to Inversion 1 and slaughter the whole goddamn Executive.'

She laughed, the convulsions pumping foaming juice from her slit. I lapped it up as she verbally expressed her incredulity.

'On your own?'

'No, of course not.' I echoed her laugh. 'With my brother.'

Three further orgasms and she was bordering on insensible. One more and she was again unconscious. If this female specimen were at all representative, humans were decidedly delicate creatures.

#Free #Erotica from the pervy pen of Alexandra Amalova

Measuring up: an indispensable compendium of eclectic erotica

Buy it here!

So hot, it melted the press. So funny, it split its own sides with mirth. So insightfully human, the Bible is now redundant.

None of the above are strictly true. There was no press. It has no sides. The Bible is still useful for propping open that fire door. However, it is out there, released into the wild, hungrily eyeing up the coins in your pocket. 

But not this weekend! This weekend it is free! So what are you waiting for. Go! Go now! And then it will be yours, to take out on the train, to peruse at the traffic lights, to snigger at in the dentist's, and to hide when your beloved enters the room. Some of it will make you uncomfortable. The rest will make your underwear uncomfortable. Such are the depths of my artistic aims.

The sexy short stories it contains are, I believe, amongst the best I have ever written. And I should know: no one has read them as many times as I have.

So, go on, download it today. Your Kindle will be forever grateful. As will I.  :)

Love, as always,

Alexandra xxx