Monday, May 29, 2017

Sneak Peek: Flash Daddy by Daddy X (#flashfiction #exhibitionism #swinging)

Flash Daddy cover

[I edited this book. Believe me, it's worth the $1.99! You have never read anything like Daddy X! ~ Lisabet]

Fifty five X-tra hot quickies from the Master of Flash

Do you like your stories quick and kinky? Swift and sexy? Distilling the erotic energy of a romance novel into just a few hundred expertly chosen words?

come a little closer. Daddy X has a story to tell you. It won't take but a minute.

X's flash fiction archive is brimming with tales of sudden satisfaction. From that trove he has chosen this premier collection, fifty five of his finest filthy reads.

and furious romps abound, as do tender tales of loving sex. And since this is Daddy X, count on plenty of laughs along the road. Whatever your pleasure, youll find more than one gem that warms your cockles (or wets your cunnels!).

Whats up those little skirts hes so fixated on? What, pray tell, is a Bowling Night Flasher? How can a gang bang be romantic? Whats the latest outrage from the horny, hapless Delbert? Whats live? Whats jive?

Don't be shy. Take a chance. Life's too short for regrets.

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Exclusive Excerpt

The Early Bird

Brandee blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dark interior. “I’m here for the audition,” she said. Is this the place?”

An unkempt man sat sipping from a stained coffee mug, observing how the girl’s flimsy dress became translucent when backlit in the doorway. This kid was serous. No underwear. “Bar opens at noon, sweetheart.”

Guess I’m the early bird. Can we get started? Before the others?”

Okay. Why not? Get over here, up close. Bend over and flip the dress up.”

Wow. You don’t waste any time, do you? Want to see me dance first? Even my name?”

Just bend over, baby.”

Well, okay. How’s this?”

You must like showing off. You’re sopping wet already. Lemme feel in there. Mmmm! Okay, now turn around and shake those tits. Look me straight in the eye. Now shake ‘em.”

Ah… Like this?”

Great. Straighten up. Arch back. Now, pull your pussy lips apart.”


He poked two fingers inside her then sniffed his hand. “You just might work out, honey. If… if you really want this job.”

But first I have to blow you, right?”

You’re a smart girl. On your knees. Open up.”

A man entered the doorway. “What the fuck’s going on here? And get the fuck out, Mike. If you’ve finished with the floors and toilets, I don’t want you hanging around.”

About Daddy X

Daddy X always wanted to be a dirty old man.

He survived the 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, and George W. Bush. He maintained an (almost) steady trajectory through Catholic school, a paper route, muskrat trapping, a steel mill, Bucks County, the Haight Ashbury, North Beach, the SF bar business, drug addiction, alcoholism, a stroke, hep C, cancer, a liver transplant, a year of chemo, a stickup at his art gallery while tied to a desk (not as cool as it sounds), a triple bypass, heart attackand George W. Bush.

Now hes old, and its time to get dirty.

Hes been with Momma X (greatest editor on earth) for fifty years, but she thinks his stuff is too skeevy to deal with. They live in northern California with a ninety pound lop-eared hound (17wingspan) and two cats. Some of Daddys dirtiest stories have been gathered in The Gonzo Collection and Brand X, also available from eXcessica. Daddy is also published in anthologies by Naughty Nights Press, House of Erotica and in Cleis PressBest Bondage 2015.

1 comment:

Daddy X said...

Thanks, Lisabet!

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