Cuntcentric

By S. M. Leonard

In this satirical follow-up to Mysogenetic and Automadick, we re-enter the alternate "Bonobo World" where human evolution has locked the genders together in erotic codependency. Men have an endless appetite for sex, women for semen. Neither can survive without the other. Augusta Keeler plans to change all that: she will break the bondage and free the race! Student radical leader, Lucia DiLaurio, in step with her goals but suspicious of her real agenda, conducts her own secret investigation. Vestal Virgin, Avalon Brice, a highly trained operative for the Communion, tracks Lucia in hopes that she will lead her to the captive girl, Marta Kedesha, and reveal Augusta's plans. Augusta's son, Anson, and Marta's ex-boyfriend, Troy, have joined forces to rescue their busty friend. And the civilian government, eager to recover the girl and foil Augusta, are mounting a raid against her base using a disciplined assault team. As the four parties race for the Lake Huron hideout a storm brews that promises to be the death of them all! Sexually explicit, funny, cheesy and adventurous Cuntcentric explores the question: What if the world depicted in pornography actually existed? For adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. M. Leonard
• Release date: Aug 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301308606

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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Cuntcentric

by S. M. Leonard

Published by S. M. Leonard at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 by S. M. Leonard

ISBN: 978-1-30130-860-6

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Reminder: The following work of fiction is in the genre of Erotica. It follows that it includes scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if this is offensive to you do not read further. As a speculative story set in an alternate world where humans are more closely related to the Bonobo than the Chimpanzee, the evolutionary, biological, and social trajectories of the species have produced a sexuality and set of gender relations different from our own. There are acts, therefore, that are appropriate to that world that are not appropriate to our own. For example, in that world women are expected to provide sexual service to ravenous men at will. In return, they receive the highly nutritional semen which maintains their health and beauty. It is a complementary and consensual relationship. Discerning and intelligent readers will immediately understand that this cannot be applied to reality as we know it. To do so would be ridiculous at best, abusive at worst, and may require the regular use of psychotropic medications, or prison. This is also a work of satire in the spirit of which it is highly exaggerated and frequently vulgar. It explores the sort of world that would have to exist if sexist attitudes and pornographic media actually described an evolutionary reality with moral integrity. The author asks that the reader please take it in that spirit and enjoy the tale as it intended. Thank you.

Table of Contents

Chapter 00: Return to Babylon.

Chapter 01: Love on the Side.

Chapter 02: Ball in the House.

Chapter 03: Relax .. It's Just Sex!

Chapter 04: The Wrong Guy.

Chapter 05: Bound!

Chapter 00: Return to Babylon.

A hard rain gusted against the bronze tiles of the Greater Detroit Temple, creating an atonal musical accompaniment to the more organic events within. Susan Kyriana closed her penetrating blue eyes and played with the soft ringlets in her hip-length dark blonde hair. From her delicate mouth an ancient hymn emerged, hummed in linear counterpoint to the music. She loved rainy days, the way the natural elements interacted with the arts of Woman to create a new thing. Much as the Creatrix brought into herself the Cock of Life and gave birth to the Cunt and the Tool. A flash of sensation, a warm, pleasant rush, tingled upwards from between her thighs. She looked down at the auburn haired woman whose tongue so expertly explored her pussy. She extended a small hand and spread her vulva to allow greater access. The woman glanced up, grinned, then drove her appendage deeper into the musky canal.

Mmm, I swear on the Goddess, Anarch, you get better with age. Nobody eats me out the way you do. Aaahhh. And that includes my professional muff-lickers. Would you consider changing positions?

Anarch Cora Mendelssohn smiled, proud of her skills and delighted with the tasty cunt of her leader. Although it was pro forma for a council member to chew on the twat of the Enheduanna when meeting on official business, it was a joy to do so for a beauty with such an appetizing slit. The ripe, pendulous fruit of the priestess hung just overhead like two fresh papayas waiting to be plucked.

No, Your Grace, unless it means becoming your permanent consort.

Would you really? Such innocence in those eyes, that skin so smooth and unlined, yet the anarch knew the Enheduanna to be at least 70 years old. Time had no place within her perfect form.

You flatter me of course, she said between licks. Consort Ariel is far more lovely than I am.

The priestess flung herself back into her ornate wing chair and huffed like a spoiled rich girl.

Ariel is a bitch! She's a great fuck but her personality is grating; 'sandpaper on a baby's butt'.

It was an old saying. Cora stopped munching on Her Grace's snatch and stood. Time to report.

We've located the girl and are arranging a raid for tomorrow night. We believe the 'Pussy Farm' may be in the same vicinity but we have yet to verify this. Do we have your approval to proceed?

Of course, Anarch. You have my full confidence. As Chief of the Justice Commission you do not need to come to me for matters pertaining to your role. I have told you this before.

Yes, Enheduanna, but there is another thing. If I may be so bold, has your intelligence service discovered what the 'witch woman' is up to? The priestess swiveled her head sharply to study the face for insubordination. She discovered none.

You know that is privileged information, Anarch. My Virgins report only to me.

Yes, your Grace, and I would have it no other way. It is my fear, however, that the missions of our two services may conflict in this operation and cause both to fail. I wish only to prevent that.

Susan Kryiana appraised the woman coolly. She had been acquainted with her for almost thirty years, never known her to be deceptive. Still, it was a dangerous time and there was rumor of a traitor.

I believe I can trust you in this as I do all other things, Cora, but understand this. If you betray me, or anyone close to you betrays me, you will die as befits a traitor. By fire, in the public square.

I understand, Enheduanna. On my life and honor, for love and the Goddess, I will not betray you.

Then sit down, Anarch. I have a long tale to tell. There are secrets the Communion keeps locked in its deepest vaults. Even now I would not reveal these secrets to you if it were not such a desperate time. First, however, are you aware that The Cycle was not wholly created by the random act of nature?

A chill flush shimmered through Mendelssohn's soul as though the shades of the dead were passing.

I don't understand, Your Grace. We are taught that this the way of our Creatrix.

You are taught half-truths because it required to maintain social order, Anarch. The Communion is responsible for the transmission of eternal truths that guide and protect us all. As a race we have gone through terrible times for which we have made correction. These events are lost to most through the veil of pre-history but in the highest circles of the Faith we remember because we must. Now sit down and pay attention. It is quite possible that we are on the cusp of complete destruction, or worse!

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Chapter 01: Love on the Side.

Clinton Dowsley was a lonely man. This never seemed clearer to him than on the occasion of his 54th birthday. He was not one to complain and felt grateful for all the good things in his life: a well-paying job as manager of Beavers, a comfortable two-story house, friends who met together weekly for poker and beer, two sons in development service who called him when able from their overseas postings. Still, when his only daughter joined the Radical Movement six years ago and started on the downward slope of deterioration it distressed her mother to the point of lowering her immune system. His unemployment resulting from the closure of the Bucky Bee Fun Palace, where he had worked for 22 years and been manager for the last 12, added to the final stress that made her increasingly frail body succumb to a particularly virulent flu strain three years ago. She died within three weeks of of