No Man's July

By Foxxi Smolder

Intrepid space explorer Toril Didone can face down any danger - but can she confess to her crush?

A new planet. An unexplored world. Toril and her scientist partner July are set to chart the planet Moncalvo for colonization, but their travels are cut short when they run into an uncategorized organism - and its amorous tentacles! Can Toril save both July and herself from the touchy tendrils of the organism? Or will they find that its pheromonal draw brings them closer than they ever expected?

Read on for 9000 words of sci-fi tentacle erotica, featuring girl-on-girl romance!

Excerpt:

"S-stop that!" Toril sputtered. "Get away from–" Her rebuke was interrupted by a low, vibrating hum. Toril shut her mouth and listened intently. The sound seemed to be coming from all around them, and a second later she realized why: the organism was actually oscillating its tentacles at high speed, causing the low-pitched hum and sending reverberations throughout all its appendages – including the one holding her tight, and the one that had sidled up her thigh to push insistently at the crotch of her suit.

The vibration sounded almost like the organism's amplified purring; whatever it was made of, this thing seemed to have some kind of intelligence, or at least a very wide variety of specific reactions to external stimuli. What the reaction felt like, however, was sitting on a lawn mower. Toril's limbs tensed automatically, trying to ride out the strong vibrations rattling through her. Something in her core tightened up as well, and she realized to her shame that due to the close contact between the tendril and her sex, she was getting – involuntarily, but undeniably – aroused.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Oct 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463198605

Foxxi Smolder

Confirmed bacheloress by day and scribbler of indecent material by night, Foxxi Smolder has been writing sweet, smutty short stories since 2015. She is dedicated to bringing her readers works that embrace kink without sacrificing sex positivity or a sense of humor. When not writing, she enjoys tending her rose garden, doing Tarot readings for her cats, and adding to her collection of fainting couches.

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No Man’s July

© 2019 Foxxi Smolder

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

No Man’s July

By Foxxi Smolder

The sun always rose twice over the planet Moncalvo, and Toril Didone loved to wake at dawn. She opened her eyes, stretched her arms and yawned just as the first sun crested the planet’s aqua horizon, and had chugged her morning protein cereal, brushed her teeth and made her way to the communal showers before the second micro-sun had begun its slower ascent into the sky.

Toril’s feet padded without a sound on the rubber-matted floors. She yawned, covered it with one hand, and continued walking down the hallway, sleepily aware that three feet past the reinforced metal walls lay a brand-new world, ripe for exploring.

The structure she walked through, with its austere layout and near-soundproof fortification, was called a planetary exploration and co-operative complex. As Toril liked to tell her friends back on Earth, that was a fancy term for part spacecraft, part mobile home. Though outwardly it resembled a barracks on metal legs and contained all the utilities necessary for habitation inside, the whole self-sustaining building (called a PECC for convenience) was barely larger than Toril’s apartment complex back on Earth, and any noise she made while walking through it sounded tinny and muted against its close walls.

It did have windows, though, which were typically a luxury on these kinds of crafts – namely, those designated for interplanetary settlement. The landing of the PECC was the first step towards establishing a larger co-op on Moncalvo, which meant all the basics were inside it but not much else. Everything besides the tools needed to scout out the planet for habitability would come along with the second wave of tenants – but they were a while off, waiting for the go-ahead to move in and mark the planet as their own.

That go-ahead would depend on the completion of Toril’s report. Till then, she was nearly alone, and had time to gaze appreciatively at the planetary view. She put her hand against the window’s reinforced glass and peered through.

A beautiful alien landscape stretched out past the porthole. The ground was dotted with sea-green shrubs and foliage she had no names for, yet, and the planet’s noticeably curved horizon was tinged with gold. Noting