Automadick

By S. M. Leonard

In the sequel to Mysogenetic, the story continues of an alternate world where men crave carnal pleasure and women need precious semen to survive. The beautiful and curvaceous 18 year-old, Marta, has disappeared from the campus of Mount Cynthus and her friends are worried sick about her. The police are eagerly searching. The Communion is on the hunt, its agents closing in. And young men crave her ample charms. Everyone wants to use her, especially the wealthy and powerful, Augusta Keeler. Who is this woman, just an influential capitalist or the inspirational leader of the Radicals who seek freedom from The Cycle? Not even her own family is sure. Husband, Herman Keeler, tries to gather information with the aid of sexy assistant, Lilia. Fellow college student, Anson Keeler, knows his mother is up to something if only he can discover what. He enlists the aid of Marta's friend, Vivian, who has her own problems with a pair of outsized boobs that won't stop growing. And former boyfriend, Troy, might be able to lend a hand if only he can get over the sexual bender he's been on since the break-up. Part II of the Bonobo World series is even more outrageous and over-the-top than the first one. This satirical, sexually graphic science-fiction novella is certain to keep you warm on cold nights, and to keep you hot on any night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. M. Leonard
• Release date: Jul 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301782697

S. M. Leonard

Men love sex. Okay, obvious statement. Men love reading. Not so obvious. Women are responsible for the largest percentage of book sales in this country. Men love reading about sex. The least obvious statement of all. We are said to be visual creatures. We prefer porn if we like our sex mediated at all. Photographic and videographic pornography is mostly the province of men the way erotica is mostly the province of women. Never the twain shall meet, right? I don't think so. Majorities are simply statistical averages, trending peaks at a given moment in time. They neither represent immutable laws of nature nor account for the rich diversity of human personality. I am a man. I enjoy sex, reading, and reading about sex, not always in that order. There are other men like me, men for whom reading is a sensual pleasure in its own right. When merged with the erotic desires that course through our blood and flesh we are excited and enhanced in our enjoyment of all the delights of this world. We don't necessarily want literature; sometimes the demands of literate reading are not in accord with our weary minds at the end of a work day. We just want something smart enough to not be a distraction but sexy enough to get our senses humming; to wake us up before we fall into the exhausted sleep of the daily grind. This is why I write: to reach out to other men like myself, longing for something more, and explore the connection between the realities we are all too aware of and the fantasies that float at the edge of our hopes. I write to improve men's sexual lives, whether solo or with others, and to help relieve the pressures we all face without judgment. Most of all I write for fun. Sex should be fun, right? So here it is, guys; literary pornography written just for you, from a man's point of view. Enjoy. Let me know what you think. I'd love to hear from you.

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Automadick

by S. M. Leonard

Published by S. M. Leonard at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 by S. M. Leonard

ISBN: 978-1-30178-269-7

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Mysogenetic (Bonobo World, Book 1)

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Table of Contents

Chapter 00: Abandon

Chapter 01: The Good Girl

Chapter 02: Big Trouble

Chapter 03: Live Free or Die

Chapter 04: Gigantic

Chapter 05: Flakes

Chapter 00: Abandon

A warm breeze snaked across the dewy field. A heavy scent of wet pussy hung in the air like the smoke of battle. On the crest of the horizon, a blood red glow announced the imminent arrival of the sun. On every side feminine bodies writhed in the agony of orgasm as dicks pounded their soggy twats over and over, releasing their vital fluids into the waiting containers below. Cries of Fuck me! and Give it to me, and Cum all over me, prayers to the elemental deities, sprang from their lips and lifted to the heavens above in earthly intercession. As the sun's light crept slowly across the scene on silent cat's paws their taut bodies glistened in the sheen of sweat and coochie-juice that formed a second skin. Spread across the length and breadth of the open meadow was a huge structure, a titanic steel framework like a rectangular grid set on posts, each spacing greater than the size of a human being. Between each spacing was suspended a naked woman, enmeshed in a fine netting that caressed and fed her nervous system like an attentive lover, reading her, stimulating her, sending false signals to her visual cortex. Humping away inside their cunts were a series of mechanical dildos. each attached by monstrously constructed robotic arms to a suspiciously phallic-looking central pillar. The automated cocks pumped the warm squishy slits with a precision and dedication unmatched by the human variety. Pouring from the sodden fuck-holes into great basins were rivulets of lubricant and trace amounts of whitish feminine cum, the rarer and more valuable of the two fluids. From the basins the catch was delivered via large plastic tubing to a small triangular building along the side of grid. Here the catch was separated and the individual fluids processed and poured into thermal flasks to be stored in specially designed refrigerated units for later transport.

The owner of this milking operation smiled, satisfied that the cause of the early morning disruption had been satisfactorily rooted out, the operation restored. She hated getting calls while asleep but had insisted to her staff that she be personally contacted in case of breakdown. Time was short and they had so much more do. She couldn't afford malfunctions. A white van without obvious markings pulled up behind her limousine. From the passenger side a young man in company overalls stepped down and held up a cautious hand. She signaled him to come forward.

So? she asked.

He nodded, looking way too weary for one so youthful.

It's done, Ma'am.

Where?

Where you said, Ma'am. In the reservoir. The solvents were used as you suggested.

"And?

He nodded and looked down at his feet.

'Good,' she thought. 'No traces. Can't have the Communion launching an investigation.'

Very good, she said aloud. Go get some sleep. You deserve it.

Yes, Ma'am. Without another word he got back into the van. It pulled away.

'I'll have to kill him, too, I suppose." She sighed. 'Waste of a good piece of ass.'

Crawling back into her car, she signaled the driver to head for home. It was an unfortunate loss, that one. She was a good producer. This would set them back. She'd