Veronica's Erotica

Tasty Taboo & Raunchy Romance

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.

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.

Monster Lovers 2...slime girls, tentacles and dinosaurs, oh my!

At long last, it’s finally here! Monster Lovers 2 is now available on Smashwords! 

In the darkest corner of the heart there throbs a secret yearning, where even the purest lover dreams of supernatural seduction. These five spine-tingling tales will introduce you to creatures both sensual and bizarre. From naughty tentacles to slippery slime girls, eloquent demons to horny dinosaurs, this second volume of monster erotica will indulge your darkest temptations. 

This anthology of all-new, all-naughty erotica is 40,000 words and features a glorious cover created by the incredibly talented Bashko. A huge, huge, dinosaur-sized thanks go to this artist, who worked with me through the entire process. If you have not seen his art yet, visit to be transported to a delicious carnival of dark delights.

Here is the table of contents for Monster Lovers 2, followed by an excerpt from the first story, “Dinner for Slime.”

  • Dinner for Slime - A weary soldier, an enchanted swamp, a creature that feeds on lust. While encamped in the Sinmara Bog, Dru falls into the clutches of a slime girl. Despite her beguiling figure and pouting lips, Dru knows this girl is not what she appears. Given the chance, she will suck him dry of all his vital juices. But Dru is young, and lonely, and her body is so warm...and wet.
  • Kraken in a Jar - Corrina is a witch in training, though she would rather be a sailor. The sailors in her village are jolly men that tell the most delightful stories. Yet there is one story they've never told her, a secret that gnaws at the heart of her village, about a great injustice done to its women and an ancient power sealed away for the crime of pleasure...
  • Coward's Keep - For years, the Limpid Kingdom has been plagued by a terrible monster, Typhon. He loves Princess Cera with a savage passion, but his schemes to steal her have always been thwarted by her champion and husband-to-be. Now her champion is missing and it seems Typhon will finally have his way with her...just as Cera has always desired.
  • Deinonychus Dom - Marcy Delaney is the Chief Wrangler at Land of Lust, a hidden resort in the prehistoric hills of Montana. Wealthy tourists visit the resort to sample its numerous exotic thrills, including its dinosaur stud farm. Marcy considers their tastes vanilla at best. When she feels the urge to mate with a dino, she prefers a creature with some bite.
  • Slime Girl Dessert - Once a warrior slave, Drusus is now a leader of men. For ten years he has battled and bled, and now he returns to the bog where he became a man. To save his soldiers, to end this latest war, he must collect the head of a hated enemy. Lost in the misty chaos of Sinmara, his only chance lies in the slimy embrace of a creature that could swallow him whole...

Monster Lovers 2: 5 Erotic Tales of Slime Girls, Tentacles & Dinosaurs is now available at Smashwords for 25% off!


She lay upon the muddy shore, her eyes twinkling like the water. Green tears dripped from her cheeks and beaded slowly into her breasts. The sight of her took Dru's breath away.

Her legs were long and bare, her feet untouched by the muck and mire that surrounded her. Her individual toes were topped by small, perfect toenails, unblemished and unbruised by the hard labor that discolored human skin. Her hands were buried in the mud, the green tendrils of her hair writhing over her face. Her body shook from the intensity of her sobs. Her curves jiggled. With every gasp, her large breasts rolled like jelly tarts. Her thighs rippled like the cesspool she was born in.

Despite his recent orgasm, Dru felt his cock stir again. He was a young man, after all, and she was everything he'd dreamed of.

His hand fell from his sword. He licked his lips, still tasted blood when he swallowed. And her slime. It was not poison, like the water of the bog, but reminiscent of pine and white water lilies. "Why are you crying?" he whispered.

Her thick hair flew back from her face. Her big eyes grew bigger still. "I didn't know...that you cried," Dru said. "I don't know anything about this place," he added. "About anything."

The slime girl hesitated at the water's edge, her wet eyes studying him intently. Would she slither back into the swamp? Would she attack? Dru didn't know. He could only stare at the beautiful thing, the naked body he craved to touch again. Her nipples were pointed straight at him, pert and puffy. If he squinted, he could see the cloud of his semen swirling inside her stomach. It dripped from her thick, emerald labia. "You?" she said quietly.

"I know I'm an idiot for coming back here," he said. "It's just...are you lonely?"

Hand over hand, she crawled from the shore. Her knees flattened the cold mud and her toes dug ten round divots behind her. Cautiously, she climbed to her feet. Her nose was level with his chest but her hair rose higher, thicker, twisting like the tails of clear, wet snakes.

Her green fingers touched his chest. Her big eyes stared up at him. "Are you lonely?" she asked.

"Gods," he groaned. "I am. I am."

"I am," she echoed, sliding her hands through his arms. She held herself to him, till her large breasts squashed against his chest. He could not help himself. He let his fingers slide down her wet backside, to the warm and bubbly posterior. When he sank his nails in, she rolled her sex into his crotch. She molded around him like jam, seizing his penis through his clothes, suctioning to it. Dru grunted in surprise, and the slime went up on her toes to kiss his open mouth.

That taste, he thought. Nothing at all like the foulness that surrounded them. She was life itself. He did not know if she had a mind as he did, but he could feel the yearning in her trembling form. She massaged him through his trousers, fingers slipping through the flap and touching him, kneading him. Maybe he was nothing more than food to her, but she wanted him. Her lips slimed down his neck, her tongue lapping at his nervous perspiration. Yes, she hungered for his moisture. Any moisture. Her lips suctioned onto his throat, biting, sucking, till at last he cried out. She pulled his mouth down to hers.

Several tongues licked the inside of his cheeks. She pushed herself over his lips, kissing him layer by layer as he squelched through her face. She hugged him, embraced him, and then surrounded him. She engulfed Dru in her warmth, soaking into his clothes once more and moaning into his kiss. "Lonely?" she echoed. Another hand took shape, moved through her abdomen, and stroked him between her thighs.

"Not anymore," he groaned.

She slid down his chest, flowing like a waterfall. The tendrils of her hair grew fingers and clutched the hem of his shirt. It slipped from his shoulders and arms with a swift flick of her bangs. His sword belt, too, and his trousers, were no match for her multiple arms. In one breathless instant he was as naked as she, and she was holding him, his growing manhood, and gazing up at him like a worshipful pilgrim. "You're going to be the death of me," Dru moaned, not caring if it was true.

She opened her mouth and led his cockhead between her lips. He thought there was no grander sensation, until she sucked him into her throat. Dru gasped as her esophagus closed around him and the slime rolled down his shaft. Her lips and tongue were just as plump and prehensile as before, but her inner anatomy transformed. Past her lips, at the entrance of her throat, she crafted a second vagina. Dru watched, spellbound, as she sucked him off twice over, licking his cock as she fucked the back of her throat.

At long last, it’s finally here! Monster Lovers 2 is now available on Smashwords! This anthology of all-new monster erotica is 40,000 words and features a glorious cover created by the incredibly talented . A huge, huge, dinosaur-sized thanks go to this artist, who worked with me through the entire process

He gasped as she added two hands to his trembling scrotum. Another hand wrapped around his base. Her lips passed through it as she stroked him into her mouth and clenching pussy. Two more hands grew from her wrists, reached between his thighs, and cupped his buttocks. He grabbed her slimy head and pulled her closer, forcing his cock deeper, till she drooled over his base and squeezed his shaft with every gelatinous muscle. The hands between his thighs slipped into the crack of his buttocks and her fingers elongated. They squeezed into his sweaty anus.

"Ahh!" Dru cried, as she forced another explosive climax from his prostate. Hot cream leapt from the tip of his penis with enough force to exit the back of her neck. A tendril whipped off the line of her spine, like a cat's paw catching a fly, and retracted. Her back and throat went opaque, solidifying to prevent any further loss of semen. Her fingers joined together into a rippling sheet, clutching at his testicles to milk him of every last drop. Her lips sealed over his base and her throat vagina squirted him down, down into her body.

Tempted by taboo? Enjoy some more Sibling Affairs!

I hope my taboo lovers didn’t think I forgot about them ;)

It’s been a busy few months of futanari stories, but I never stick to just one genre for long. Now it’s time for some incest erotica, and in a big bad way. In this bundle of five all-new shorts, brothers and sisters engage in some deliciously dirty deeds!

Now available on Smashwords at 25% off!

This book contains the following stories:

  • My Sister Swallows - A brief appetizer to engage your naughty palate, in which honesty truly is the best policy...
  • Blind Man's Bluff - When a prank foils Brittany's kinky plans, her brother finds himself in the wrong place at the right time. She's naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed to her bed...and she thinks Daniel is her boyfriend. What's a horny brother to do?
  • Bad Dog - Beck's always been a bad girl, but her half-brother has always been there to rescue her. Maybe she does it for the attention, maybe she does it to sate her wild desires. After her latest misadventure, Eli tells her he's had enough. That's okay, Beck says, because this weekend he can have her all to himself...
  • Say Uncle - For twins Millie and Bryan, moving in together is an uncomfortable arrangement. They like each other well enough, but old habits die hard. They're responsible adults, so why can't they act like it? What begins as a silly wrestling match soon becomes a sensual adventure, and the twins' relationship will never be the same...
  • Talk Dirty to Me - Rod has a great thing going with his sexy co-worker, Barbara. There's nothing she won't do in (or out of) the bedroom. Babs has a list of naughty deeds she wants to accomplish before she dies, and she considers it her personal mission to help people accomplish theirs as well. When she gets Rod to reveal his dirtiest fantasy, she'll stop at nothing to make it happen.


From “Blind Man’s Bluff”:

If I'd yelled out, she would have recognized my voice. If I'd said anything at all... But I didn't. I couldn't. My older sister is a lot of things: stubborn, a pain in the ass, impossible to argue with, and painfully beautiful. I knew that even when she had her clothes on.

When I stepped into her bedroom, she did not.

Brittany was bent over the bed, her wrists handcuffed to the sturdy metal frame. The frame was slightly lower than waist level, her head nearly level with her ass. Her shining hair trailed over her bare shoulders. I stared at those shoulders, and her bare back, and her absolutely bare ass. I could count the hazel freckles on her tailbone. Her pink, shaved pussy peeked between her strong, tan thighs.

Her eyes were covered by a thick black blindfold. She twisted her head when she heard the door swing back. "John?" she said. "What took you so long?"

I stood there, mouth agape. My sister was naked. Her hot red toenails were planted in the carpet, her calves were flexing anxiously. Her buttocks clenched in anger. My big sister was naked and handcuffed and waiting for her boyfriend. 

"Shit," I whispered. When she found out that I'd seen her like this, she would kill me--or have John do it. Mere mortals were not allowed to see this sight.

Bent in submission, she looked...ready. Like an actress waiting for her cue. In the corner, where her buttocks were pointed, her camera was mounted on a tripod. The little red light told me it was already on and recording. "Shit!" I hissed again, and slapped my fingers over my mouth. Evidence! Even if I scampered out of her room now, she could rewind the tape and see me scoping her out. I imagined her face flushing red with rage as I walked into frame, struck dumb by my butt naked sister.

As Brit called for her boyfriend again, I imagined how this was all meant to go down. John would enter the room like a porn stud and pull his pants down. He'd take her from behind while her fingers wrapped around the bed frame and her cuffs clanked on the metal. Brittany was always screaming how useless he was in bed. Was this John's way of making it up to her? Spicing things up in the bedroom? No, the cuffs were definitely Brit's idea. The camera, too. John's only idea was making her look stupid. He was going to leave her here for hours while he drove around town laughing his ass off. And then, what had he said about the internet? Was he going to post the video online?

"Nnnh," my sister huffed. "Jooohhhnn." She rattled the metal frame, shouting with every jerk. "I'm tired of waiting!" She showed off how flexible she was, curling her back and bowing her head as low as the cuffs allowed. Her stomach went taut, her luscious breasts drooped from her chest like two pale hershey kisses. Her dark nipples only complemented the image. My God, I thought, I know what my sister's nipples look like.

And her ass. Maybe I'd seen it in outline before, tucked into her running shorts or maybe a bikini while on holiday, but I'd never seen anything like it, not in real life. Hours of squats in the gym had rewarded her with a full, firm, tight pair of cheeks. Lithe and lean, she twisted in place. I watched the muscles twitch and surge along her thighs and calves. Her pussy was tucked so neatly between her legs, the lips so supple and pink, that it looked like the masterpiece of a perverted genius. If I squinted, I could even seen the bud of her clitoris...

Suddenly, my pants were very tight. It wasn't just imagining the sex act that was supposed to be happening in this room, it was the very illicitness of it, the camera, her blindfold--the anonymity. After all, who's to say I wasn't John?

Brittany's long legs shifted in irritation. "Okay, what the fuck are you doing?" she demanded. "Don't you dare tell me you can't get it up again."

Unlike John, my dick worked just fine. Too well, in fact. It wasn't supposed to react to members of my own family. Cut it out, I warned my growing erection, as I stepped around Brit in search of the handcuff key.

At the sound of my footstep, Brittany gave a little gasp. Her whole body locked up. Her skin flushed. Her long, brown hair swirled over her shoulders. "C'mon," she whispered. "Do it. I'm ready."

When my sister began wiggling her bottom, my mouth fell open. She made soft noises in her throat. "John?" she moaned. "Baby? Oh, baby, say something." She clanged her cuffs on the metal. "Mister? Oh, please let me go, mister. I won't tell anyone. I promise..."

My dick was harder than the squeaking metal around her bed. I couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop listening. And wanting.

"It'll be our secret," she said in a hushed whisper. "I'll never tell..."

My cock wanted to interpret that in a very different context. I froze behind her.

"I can feel you," she gasped. "I can feel you back there."

My erection was in charge, not my brain, and it guided my sweaty palms over her ass.

Get Sibling Affairs 3 on Smashwords today!