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About the author:
H.S. Morgan is the pseudonym of an author who likes to write about extreme kinks. If you like your erotica on the wild side, look no further.
What inspired you to write your book?
Writing about how people have sex in the future has its own allure. But I find the canvas that science fiction offers erotic fiction to be grand in scope and worth exploring. You can really let your imagination run wild since there are fewer limits imposed on the writer in this genre as opposed to a contemporary piece. Hence, my decision to create my own science fiction erotica series that takes place where the characters inhabit the same shared universe. Forbidden Union kicks the series off with a very familiar taboo story, but will grow into a much larger tale over time with later installments.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Dad’s voice was calm and measured, easing my fear. I hesitated at first, but soon acquiesced. There was nothing more I wanted right now than to spend some time with him. I wanted Dad to know that he wasn’t alone and that we could get through this together. I sank down into the soft cushion of the sofa beside him and studied his face. Stubbles of hair around his jaw formed the outline of a beard.
“I’m sorry, Helen. I know I haven’t spoken much to you over the past few days. Losing your mother has been hard on me.”
“Me too,” I said.
“I’ve been selfish. I haven’t considered what you’re going through.”
“Mom wouldn’t want us to mourn her forever.”
“No, she wouldn’t. But the wounds are too fresh. I wish she were here now.”
“I know, Dad.”
Dad started to weep. I lay my head on his shoulder and wept along with him. I shuddered when he threw his arms around me and held me close. If there was anyone who could take away my fear, it was Dad. I shut my eyes and nibbled my bottom lip, unable to stop the tears from flowing down my face. I could hear the steady thump-thump of Dad’s heart beating in his chest. He was in such pain.
We sat quietly, together on the sofa, holding each other, shedding tears, knowing it would not bring Mom back. I don’t know how long we embraced, only that it was longer than usual. My lips began to quiver as Dad’s tears wet my face. When I opened my eyes, I noticed a bulge in Dad’s pants. It had been weeks since he’d held Mom. I wasn’t surprised that I had caused such a strong reaction in Dad, being that I was a woman. But it was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least. When I noticed his erection getting larger, I decided it was best to separate. Dad wouldn’t let go.
“I need you, Helen.”
I tensed and looked at him. What did he mean he needed me?
Dad wasn’t a telepath, but he must have been reading my mind, because he removed my hand from his chest and placed it over his erection.
“Dad?” I asked again.
Dad’s erection was rock hard. I don’t know how he didn’t burst out of his pants. My hand felt so small on his cock. I’d never seen Dad nude before, but he must have been really large.
Dad shushed me and pressed his lips to my cheek. He planted several soft kisses, working his lips from my cheek all the way to my lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening. But I didn’t resist. I kissed him back, enjoying the taste of whiskey on his lips. I gripped the head of his cock through his pants, but couldn’t close my hand. I must have really turned him on, because he started unzipping his pants.