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About the author:
J Valagmite loves telling tall tales with lots of sex and lots of action and often farfetched premises.
What inspired you to write your book?
Honestly, I just wanted to give readers lots of titillation and entertainment in the short story medium here. That pretty much got me steamed up and ready to write these stories.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Oh, there was one other thing. She didn’t have breasts. She had gazongas. She had pumpkins. She had melons, jugs, hooters, mounds, knockers, double WMDs, mountains, hillocks. Call them what you will, but they stared at you with just as much intensity as her green eyes did. They were giant boobies and I simply stared straight at them as she took her seat. I don’t know the first thing about breast sizes and cup sizes and all that, but I was sure her size was XXX. Yeah, I mean precisely what you’re thinking. I couldn’t see the nipples, but that was expecting too much. ”
“It takes a rare man to ignore invasion of the genital regions, and any action in that region must happen with a partner in whom a lot of trust has been invested. So I kept pausing between my paleognaths and my neognaths to figure out what was happening.
Then, to my utter horror, I felt someone’s hand massaging my penis, through my pant. I looked down and saw a female hand, white but tanned, groping my crotch. It was definitely female. ”