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The official website of Veronica Sloan, writer of dirty books. If you enjoy steamy stories, explicit affairs, and taboo tales, she's probably got something for you.

Diary of a Hotwife is now an erotic audiobook!


Good morning, my dirty darlings. My latest audiobook has just been released, narrated by the sensual Ms. Sierra Kline! Her rendition of this steamy tryst is absolutely to die for!!!!

Title: Diary of a Hotwife: Veterans Affairs

Synopsis: Leslie’s husband loves that men want her. She’s sweet and vivacious, sassy and sexy, and has the libido (and the body) of a nymph! Darren will gladly share his horny wife with any man she deems worthy, and right now she wants his best friend, Bo. The handsome Texan has dealt with nonstop tragedy since being discharged from the military, losing both his sister and his job in short order. Leslie’s going to show this soldier a very good time!

Length: 2 hours

Available at: AmazonAudibleiTunes

How a Hotwife Pays Her Debt

Just released from Sloan Publishing! This 6,000 word story from our new author, Dudley Dare, is a short and dirty ditty. Now available on Amazon for $0.99 or free with Kindle Unlimited!

SYNOPSIS: Sabrina is a terrible driver. What’s worse, her husband knows it. Tired of paying to remove dents and scratches from his trophy wife’s classic Mustang, Bill warns Sabrina that her next accident will be her last. Fortunately, Sabrina knows an older man with his very own garage. She can’t use her husband’s credit card to pay for the damages, but she has something else to offer, something that Jacob desperately wants. Sabrina tells her old friend that he can use her in exchange for the repairs. Hasn’t he heard? She’s a horny hotwife…


She glanced up at him, once, but didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled the jeans to his knees. He seized her roughly by the chin. “Oh, you’re going to answer me, honey.”

The smile on her lips was a wicked slash of pink. “Yes, sir,” she said softly.

“How many men have you sucked off to fix your problems?”

“How many do you want me to say?” she said.

His fingers tightened on her jaw. “Bill doesn’t know you’re a hotwife, does he?”

“Of course he does,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. “That’s the arrangement. I wouldn’t be a hotwife if I didn’t tell him. That would just be cheating.”

For the life of him, Jacob could not decide if the girl was lying. Her naughty grin, her half-lidded eyes, were both coy and seductive. Implicit in her husky words was an accusation, a hypocrisy Jacob was all-too-aware of: Sabrina might or might not be a hotwife, but his wife wouldn’t give a damn. If Mary found out about this…

Jacob’s ability to think that far ahead was suddenly interrupted. Wrapped inside his sister-in-law’s warm hand, his cock flexed in appreciation. Her bracelets tinkled as she gave him a long, worshipping stroke. Jacob gripped the hood of the Mustang and let out an equally long groan. Sabrina let his boxer shorts fall to his ankles, then cradled his balls in the other hand. Their curly hairs rasped over her palm. “Oh, Jake…” she breathed.

Jacob absorbed that forbidden sight, of Sabrina gazing at his erect penis with unmitigated hunger. If her enthusiasm was an act, it was an awfully good one. Her eyes gleamed and she licked her glossy lips with a small, triangular tongue. The hand cupping his balls slid away, and she opened her mouth to lick the palm from heel to fingertips. She returned it to his scrotum immediately, and her wet fingers sifted up into his pubic hair.

“Mmh,” he grunted.

“Didn’t take you long,” Sabrina murmured appreciatively. “Bill gets nervous sometimes…”

“I don’t want to hear about Bill,” Jacob muttered.

Sabrina gazed up at him with her crazy eyes. One thumb curled just beneath the slick crown of his cock, the nail a pale contrast to the red and blotchy head. His slit puckered a little, and a clear bead of precum welled from within. Still watching him, Sabrina leaned forward and slowly caught the bead with her lower lip. She audibly sucked it to the back of her throat. “Do you want me to talk about Mary?” she asked.

Jacob dug his fingers into her thick hair. “No,” he said, but that was a lie.

Sabrina could taste that lie. It was as palpable as the fluid that stuck to her lips. They encircled the head of his cock until the slit disappeared, and then she flicked the slit with her darting tongue. Rolling her thumbs up the quaking shaft, she pulled away just enough to say, “When was the last time she gave you a blowjob in the car?”

Reflexively, Jacob thrust his hips forward, throwing his aching cock into the moist wall of her cheek. He pressed his nails into her scalp and probed the slick floor of her tongue. “Yes,” he groaned, as the muscles in her esophagus relaxed. “Oh, yes, you can do that,” he said, not bothering to mask his relief.

“Huh-uh,” she choked, as she allowed his cockhead to penetrate beyond her uvula.

“Yes,” he gasped, and stroked her bulging cheek. He watched his penis disappear between his sister-in-law’s lips, watched her eyes water as she took him to the back of her throat. In truth, it had been a long, long time since Mary had gone down on him, and he didn’t think she’d ever blown him in a car. “That’s it,” he grunted. “Suck on it, Sabrina.”

“Mmmm,” the girl purred. She wrapped her lips around the base of his cock and closed her eyes to suck it. Her tongue waggled underneath his throbbing vein and her fingers teased his flexing balls.

“Yes!” Jacob grunted again. That should have been enough, but he wanted more. Holding her blonde head, he pushed forward until his scrotum squeezed against Sabrina’s bottom lip. She made a wet sound of protest, but he held himself in place. He let her throat spasm around his prick.

“Guh!” she gasped, when he finally relented. His cock drew back from her open lips trailed by five or six strands of spit. Sabrina eyed him with more caution now, and minus an ounce or two of her customary cockiness. That was good, he thought. There was a dark animal inside him that wanted Sabrina to regret this a little. She had offered herself to him without a full reckoning of what his sex-starved body desired, and that lack of forethought was irresponsible. It was the same reckless abandon that put her classic car at risk. The girl was in dire need of a lesson. One that stuck.

How a Hotwife Pays Her Debt by Dudley Dare - now available on Amazon!

A naughty short for naughty boys...

Introducing a new author from Sloan Publishing, Dudley Dare! Mr. Dare has written a ridiculous and delicious erotic tale, in which Jerry Dee is drawn into the erotic web of his buddy’s lesbian daughter. Read it for free on Kindle Unlimited today!


Strange things are always happening to Jeremiah Dee, and in extremely naughty ways. He'd love to lead a quiet, simple life, but an erotic curse makes that impossible. In this misadventure, he's pulled into the orbit of his friend's daughter, Sophie. Sophie's never been attracted to a man before, but after a surprise break-up with her girlfriend she's in the mood for a change. Curious about the male body, she asks Jeremiah if he can teach her how to please a man. Jerry knows he should say no, but the beautiful lesbian is the subject of his guiltiest fantasies!


"Show me what it's like to be with a man," she said.


"I don't mind the way you smell," she interrupted. "Like, girls smell good. Men don't. Sometimes Erin's shampoo was enough to make me wet. Lately, when you come over, your smell..." My cock jumped inside my jeans. Sophie pulled back her hand like it was burned, then balled her fingers into a fist. "I've never been with a man," she said. "Not ever."

"You're young," I said.

"Erin wasn't my first."

"You're too young for me."

"I thought guys liked that."

"Sophie, there isn't much about you I don't like. That's not the point."

"You said you can tell when someone's lying. I know you are. You're trying to talk me out of this but I'm telling you I want to. Am I wrong? Am I wrong to trust you?"

"Of course you can."

"Are you seeing anyone right now?"

"Well, no," I stammered, "but--" I couldn't believe it. I was 46-years-old and Sophie was tripping me up like a Harvard-trained lawyer.

"I don't want you to be my boyfriend," she said. "I'm not crazy. I just want you to help me. It'll be homework? An assignment."

I sank back into my seat, clutching my face in my hands. "Oh, God, if only it was that easy."

She leaned over. "It is," she said. "I didn't think I'd have to persuade you this much."

I shook my head. "A few years ago and you'd be right. These days, I try to be more careful about who I go to bed with."

She shivered. "I don't, um... I'm not saying I want to go to bed with you, exactly."

I frowned. "That's what it sounds like."

She laughed. The laugh was timid, nervous, quavering. "I kind of just want see it. To see what the fuss is about. Erin and I used straps sometimes but I've never..." She glanced over her shoulder, into the vacant alley. "Could you show me right now?"

"What?" I blurted. "In the fucking alley?"

She blushed a light vermillion. "Maybe if you showed me and I got too grossed out, that would snap me out of it. You know?"

"I know that indecent exposure is a misdemeanor in Rhode Island--a felony if you do it twice."

Sophie showed me all her teeth with her next smile. "Oh, I think just the one time will be enough. Don't you?"

She was so cute that I gave the matter serious consideration. My cock was now so hard that it would be a relief to pull it out of my pants. But what then?

"I shouldn't be here," I sighed. "If it wasn't for this curse, I might be home eating pot roast with a woman your mother's age right now."

Sophie leaned over the center console and tentatively stroked my arm. "You think you're cursed to get hit on by bi-curious coeds? Tell me the truth, Mr. Dee. Would you really rather be eating my mom's pot roast right now..." as she spoke, she ran her fingertip gently over my zipper, "or would you rather be right here, right now, with me?"

"You shouldn't call me that."

"Mr. Dee?" she whispered in my ear. "I thought you liked it when I called you Mister Dee." Her small fingers slipped into the zipper lining. "As in, 'Pleeeeeeease, Mr. Dee?'" She raised her voice to a girlish lisp. "I can keep a secret, Mr. Dee. I promise I won't tell mommy...or daddy."

I groaned as she undid the button and drew the zipper down. She spread the jeans open, then gasped at the wet spot in my boxers. "Oh! You're excited!" she said.

"Yeah," I grunted.

Trembling, her fingers parted the damp slit. She gave another gasp as my fat, scarlet cockhead pushed free. "Jesus," she whispered. "It's like an alien!"

I was past the point of caring about indecent exposure. I yanked my boxers the rest of the way down, let my naked shaft cruise forward and glisten beneath the street lamps. The engorged shaft was a dark tan, almost purple in the evening light. The veins just beneath the surface pulsated with my hot blood--the same blood screaming in my ears. I was so hard that my root felt like a knotted bundle of high-tension wires strung between my scrotum and navel. At Sophie's next gasp, my whole penis throbbed. The vein swelled from the base to the crown.

Sophie examined my member from the few angles available between the console and the steering column. "Is that for me?" she asked. "Are you hard because of me or does it just do that?"

"It's you," I grunted.

She gazed up, so shy and still so naughty. "Can I touch it?"

"You shouldn't."

"Oh," she said, as if that settled it. Then she shot me her mischievous smirk. "Please, Mr. Dee?" she teased. "Pleeeease?"

I leaned into my headrest as Sophie's little hands descended on my prick. "Oh, you dirty little tease," I growled. "You love this, don't you?"

"I don't know if I love it," she replied, "but I do like seeing you squirm." Her fingers, so cautious and warm, made my shaft bulge again. "Wow. I think maybe I can see the attraction. It's gross but...if it did that inside me..." She ran the pad of her thumb over my moist slit. "You're leaking."

"Very funny," I said.

She looked directly at me, no trace of humor in her expression. "I'm leaking, too," she said.