Erotic Stories With a Twist

Have you read one of my short stories yet? No, they don’t all have a gay or bisexual theme, but they do offer an intriguing look at the human condition.

They are stories about intimate human circumstances that most of us will never experience. My Sister is a story about a young man that one day learns he has a very open-minded and motivated sister.

I never had a sister. If I had, I can’t say I would have been sexually attracted to her, though I find the notion intriguing. Most guys that have sisters aren’t attracted them, but it might not be so uncommon as we think. John always thought his sister was attractive; he never in a million years thought he’d find himself in a situation that would lead them into her bed. You can read more on your Nook, or on your computer if you have the free Nook app. Not on Amazon though, they banned it. I thought that was a bit strange.

Most of my short stories are available on Amazon here. Nook users will find them here. Try one of my erotic tales and see if you get hooked.

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The Many Flavors of Human Sexuality

We all have our own individual perspectives. We all have different circumstances. For some those circumstances lead to unexpected destinies, which is exactly what happens to the characters in following stories.

They aren’t full length novels. They’re novellas, stories told in sixty to ninety pages and priced accordingly on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. They are dramatic circumstances you may never find yourself in, but you very may may be drawn into the lives of those involved.

Available now on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Note: “My Sister” has been banned on Amazon and is only available on Nook.

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Charlene’s Daughter

Tom inherited the small New Mexico ranch from his father. He scratched a living from the pecan grove and raising a few cattle. He had lived alone on the ranch since his parents died and had grown quite content with his life. He had not seen his sister, Charlene, in nearly ten years.

On a warm summer day when Tom was out by the barn repairing a fence, Charlene and her daughter unexpectedly showed up in a battered pickup truck. Watching his sister step out of the truck he could see by the way she was dressed that she hadn’t changed. Too much makeup, jeans too tight for a woman her age, too many futile trips around the block. It seems she had come home to stay, at least until some trucker or other miscreant came along and temped her to run off with him.

When Charlene’s daughter, Celia, finally decided to get out of the truck, he saw a carbon copy of her mother at that age. He saw a young rebel, a girl even prettier than her mother, a challenge in need of a father’s attention that she never had. What he didn’t see was the trouble the two women had left behind, or the way Celia would turn the life he had always known upside down.

You can read an excerpt of this story here.

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My Sister

My new story is called My Sister. It’s about a brother and sister who find themselves in an intimate relationship. By definition it’s called incest. Normally I would invite you to take a look at it on Amazon, but to my astonishment Amazon refuses to offer it for sale, stating it violates Amazon’s terms and conditions, without telling me why.

And I couldn’t figure out why. None of the characters are under the legal age of consent. The cover is no more suggestive than countless other covers found on Amazon. If you keyword incest on Amazon you get 6,840 results. As far as sexual content is concerned, there are thousands of titles on Amazon that are no less graphic. Based on what I’ve been able to conclude, Amazon has decided to dabble in censorship. It would seem they have a mountain of books to burn.

I fully agree with censorship when it comes to using children in sexual situations, or brutality against women, or blatant threats to national security; but sexual encounters between brothers and sisters, though far less common than conventional relationships, are part of the human fabric. Suggestive  book covers are part of marketing erotic stories. So I’m still scratching my head.

Barnes & Noble had no such problem with this title, and it is available there. If you have a Nook, check it out here. If not you can download Barnes & Noble’s fee Nook app for your PC or other device here. It’s only $1.49 and I think you’ll enjoy the read. If you would like to read an excerpt, click here.

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Born in the Wrong Body

When she looked in the mirror she saw a man. During puberty her body had changed in a way that broke her heart. When the other girls were talking about pending dates and trying out for the drill team, she was sitting alone in her room on Saturday nights and her father expected her to join the basketball team. When the other girls at school were trying different colors of lipstick and admiring their developing breasts in the mirror, she was shaving her chin and looking at a male organ that had gotten larger and darker.

She couldn’t understand why she didn’t fit in. Through puberty and her early teenage years, she never felt an urge to act or look masculine. She just wanted to be herself, which meant a perpetual struggle to be accepted, failing no matter how hard she tried to fit in. She identified with the girls, but didn’t look like them. She looked like the boys, but couldn’t understand why they liked to play baseball, hit each other on the arm, or yell catcalls at the girls. But by the time she finished high school, she had a plan.

After college, two years into her new career and a long regimen of hormone therapy, she finally looked like a woman. Her breasts had developed and her hips had taken on soft round curves. Born with the name Michael, she was now Michelle. She wore heels and flowing dresses and carried a purse. Mind, body and soul, she was completely female, except for the final operation: genital reassignment surgery. She didn’t know that she would fall in love with a wonderful man before that day came, nor was she ready for the challenge of telling him her secret.

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Read more about Michelle on your Kindle here.

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The Creation of Man

Two Billion years after God created the Earth, His associates had populated the planet with all manner of plant life and creatures of every description. There were reptiles and mammals. There were birds and fish. Everything from the octopus to the orangutan. The problem was all the creatures did the same things, every single one of them. They searched for food and they copulated.

Not that He was dissatisfied by what His beloved associates had accomplished, He felt something was missing. Watching a chimpanzee one day, He was struck by an idea. Why not something entirely different, something unpredictable, adventurous, ambitious, creative? Why not a creature that thinks and reasons things out, that plans for tomorrow and seeks answers? Why not a creature that’s curious about the world around him and gets himself into to and out of trouble? A creature called man.

The entire team dropped everything they were doing and went to work on the new project. Man, along with the workings of his body and mind slowly took form. It was Jarius, God’s chief assistant in charge of personality traits, that realized man needed a mate, which led to the challenge of creating a woman. It was Jarius that designed man’s libido, not forgetting the woman should be receptive to the results. It was Jarius, the most imaginative member of the team, that proposed humans should have the most conspicuous genitals of the entire animal world.

 A Martin Brant short story available on Amazon.

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Two Wives and Two Husbands

Married shortly after college, the two couples had been best friends for ten years. They had given birth to their children and had established their careers. The wives shopped together and took theirs kids to soccer games. The husbands worked out together three times a week at the gym. All four of them vacationed together every summer. All these years later, their marriages could be described with a yawn.

Can the monotony of her daily routines bring a wife to wits end? Can a husband’s desperation for adventure take him over the edge? As they walked into the rented beach house on the Florida coast to begin their summer vacation, it was Brad that had come to a breaking point. Overwhelmed by a sudden impulse, he decided the four of them needed a little excitement, to do something daring and different, to risk his marriage by doing something so shocking that his wife and two best friends would be forced to deal with their secrets.

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This story is available at Amazon for $1.49


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The Girl in Greenwich Village

I’m currently working on a collection of erotic short stories, one called The Girl in Greenwich Village, which I have posted the first draft here. It’s about a man that falls desperately in love from afar with the girl next door, a girl who is self-conscious about her protruding labia that he has become obsessed with and watches every night through her window. The story is for anyone who enjoys erotic stories, but it’s especially for young women that feel abnormal because of their labia size.

protruding labiaThe Girl in Greenwich Village

 Her apartment is directly across the alley from mine, fourth floor. Hers is a tiny one room flat: a bathroom, a fold-down bed, a corner kitchette with a small stove near the window I’m looking through. Mine, somewhat bigger, has three rooms. I’m in my living room, sitting where I sit every night, falling in love all over again.

Her blinds are never closed. It must not occur to her that someone may be staring in her window, like she is living in her own private world free to enjoy being home alone without wearing clothes. I have watched her every night from the first night I moved in, captivated, enchanted, building a world in my mind where she and I fall in love. I have thought of little else since. When it’s dark outside, with my lights off, I can see everything she does in her room. The first night I saw her, she was walking out of her bathroom, still wet from taking a shower.

protruding labiaForgetting the boxes I still had to unpack, I pulled a chair close to the window and stared as she patted her body dry with a towel. Time ceased to exist. Everything else in my mind evaporated. It must have been that very night that I fell in love with her, became obsessed, began creating fanciful scenarios of the two of us together, both of us naked, perhaps talking about our day, or maybe watching a movie, just the two of us being comfortable together without the inhibitions of the everyday world.

She is of Asian descent. Her olive color body has possessed me from the first moment I saw her, the color of her skin, her stature and mannerisms, her long willowy legs, her soft feminine curves. Just by looking at her I know she and I are one, like counterparts though we’ve never met, walking the same path with the same hopes and dreams, as if destiny has already written our future.

protruding labiaSlightly above average height, her olive color skin perfectly matches her short dark brown hair. Her delicate shoulders compliment her narrow waist, flat belly and long willowy legs. Her protruding pelvic bones give her a sculptured look. The dramatic flare of her hips draws attention to her fleshy round buttocks. As I watch her each night, I feel her soft smooth skin on the palms of my hands, supple, warm and receptive. We take walks together in Central park. We take cross-country drives. We walk hand-in-hand along desert beaches.

Her female features are unlike any I have ever seem, irresistible female embellishments, uncommon, unique, tantalizing beyond any I have ever imagined. Her large brown nipples are upturned and appear to be perpetually swollen, like dark amplified peaks that crown the summits of her small breasts. I see myself sucking them, pinching and pulling them, watching her squirm and listening to her squeals.

protruding labiaBetween her legs she has the most uncommon, yet captivating female characteristics I’ve ever seen. Rather than the puffy, nondescript slit one expects to see hidden in a triangle of hair, her pussy is a prominent mound, smooth shaven, enhanced by protruding inner labia that hang between her legs like a succulent pair of dark fleshy butterfly wings. I long to taste them and make them swell. I long to part them with my fingers and reveal the female mysteries that promise to take me to the center of the Universe. I long to feel their wrinkly texture with my tongue as I suck them and pull them with my teeth, and make her writhe with ecstasy. I long to feel them sliding along the shaft of my penis as I penetrate her.

protruding labiaI have lost myself in her. My days are spent contemplating my return to the chair in front of my window, where I watch her until she turns out her light. She is the magic in my erections, the object of my climaxes and my dreams, the source of my destiny. I imagine the smell her skin after a day’s work, the girlish sweat of her underarms, the tart odors between the fleshy rounds of her buttocks, the musk of womanhood between her legs, damp and fragrant.

I’m married to her. I’m with her every night. I think about her at work, on the train home, lying in bed at night, when I masturbate during my morning shower. She’s in my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I have followed her to work, watched her look at dresses at Macy’s, watched her eat a sandwich at the deli down the street. I’ve watched her prepare her dinner, make her bed, read a book in the square across the street. I’ve watched her rub her pussy when she takes off her panties, like a man does to adjust his genitals when he takes off his underwear, but she is doing it so that her beautiful labia hang freely.

protruding labiaForemost in my daydreams is the day we meet.  When? How? How will I go about introducing myself? What will I say? Will she know I’m in love with her the moment our eyes connect? Has she ever noticed me watching her from my window? Will she be glad we have finally met? Will recognize her destiny with me as I have found my destiny with her. Or will she think I’m strange, the man she has seen in the shadows, a hopelessly sad voyeur?

It’s Saturday morning. I awaken to the city noises on the street, detect the faint smell of semen that I have left on the sheets. The girl was in my thoughts as I fell asleep, as I masturbated, breathing the scent of her exposed secrets, secrets only she and I share. I twist my legs off the bed and head for the window, my erection bobbing before me.

protruding labiaStanding in the shadows of my living room, I see her having breakfast at the table, same chair where she always sits, a bowl of cereal it seems. I watch how she brings the spoon to her mouth, leaning forward a bit to skim the pages of an open magazine just beyond the bowl. How beautiful she is in the morning light, her naked body like caramel cream in the soft light, her legs slightly parted under the table, her small breasts with their glorious nipples dropping slightly as she leans forward to turn another page. Continue reading

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Novels About Like-Minded Men You’ll Love

Thinking about reading a Martin Brant Novel?

A review of A Song in the Park

Mr. Brant is a superb author, a man versed in the fine tuning of your heart. This was another “can’t-put-it-down” book. The reading is light, though Mr. Brandt has a vast knowledge of human nature. You won’t be overwhelmed by a vocabulary which will make you put down the book. In saying that, I don’t want to reflect on Mr. Brant’s intellect. Obviously it is very high.

It is a story of love…a mélange of emotions between a black man, a white man, two white women and a Latino PLUS a little 4-legged heart thief named Perk. If you are looking for a novel with “kinky” sex on every page, this is NOT a book to read, although it does contain physical love. It is primarily a story of love between two men…then a white woman and a Latino fall in love. The beauty of tolerance unfolds on every page. There are times when tears ran down my cheeks and times when my heart was warmed with joy and happiness

Mr. Brant had an insight into my very being by his statement, “My heart searches for a haven away from small minds.”

HAVE A BIG MIND AND OPEN YOUR HEART TO TOLERANCE AND LOVE. Remember, every last person on this planet wants to be loved. Let your heart and your mind be toyed with a little bit. You will reap a great investment and walk away with warmth in your soul.

Larry Tomaw



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The Strange Haunting of Johnny Feelwater

A review on Amazon

I thoroughly enjoyed The Strange Haunting of Johnny Feelwater. Savannah (Georgia) and Kenya come alive in author Martin Brant’s descriptions. The diverse cast of characters is compelling, and the suspense is built-in by the multi-sensorial descriptions of a haunted house filled with a range of unsettling beings, and by the question of what kind of intriguing “debauchery” Johnny will be coerced into next!

Johnny stumbles into a sticky web of relationships between his wife Marilee, the otherworldly siblings Julian and Cassandra, and his new friend Brian. Ultimately he realizes an important difference–love–between the nature of his relationship with Brian and that of his relationship with Julian. Marilee opens up to her body and its responses thanks to Johnny, and Johnny finally learns the reason for Cassandra’s revenge.

The ending is a terrific wham/bam whirl, with one surprise after another in the last few pages, including a main character’s deus-ex-machina solution, very nicely done.

The Strange Haunting of Johnny Feelwater is a portentous and philosophical novel, not to be confused with barely-sketched characters ripping each others’ pants off. Sure there’s sex: the erotic massage scene is riveting, and the leather “heathen” sequence appropriately disgusting yet compelling! But beyond this, Brant’s writing expertly explores the “haunting” of bisexuality: a phantom sex hovering in the wings, an obsession never completely conquered in the heft and smell of remembered flesh. At times the novel seems to confirm the common perception that bisexuality is merely the mid-life crisis of married men who realize they’re gay. But at other times, we read and understand the circumstances of characters for whom bisexuality is not a transitional phase, but a way of life.

Highly recommended, suspenseful, beautiful writing.



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My Best Novel?

When I’m asked which of my novels is my favorite, I’m hard pressed to give an answer.  In one way or another, I’m attached to all of them.  I’m sure most writers are.  I can, however, talk about the one I think is best.  Though it sells the fewest copies, it’s The Strange Haunting of Johnny Feelwater.

There are a number of reasons for this; primarily it’s the unconventional way this story is told.  Like countless men in the world today, Johnny Feelwater comes to a point in his life he has to face the powerful laws of genetics, the laws that concern his sexuality.  The reason I use the term unconventional is because of the catalyst involved that puts him in this predicament, i.e. his so-called haunting; which I think may be the reason this novel doesn’t sell as well as the others.  Readers looking for an emotional human drama might, based on the title, pass on this story thinking it is more typical of books written in the supernatural genre.  Setting the record straight, though a supernatural element does exist in this novel, it merely exists to serve the aforementioned catalyst.  And, I might add, an intriguing twist.

The story deals with the complexities of human sexuality, the internal struggle a man faces in a society that tries to block the path he may have taken had he known it should have been open to him.  An inexplicable event in Johnny’s life exposes him to the most basic carnal instincts inherent in all of us, which point him toward the direction his sexuality would have led him had that door been open.  How all of this can affect a man’s life is the gristle and marrow of the story.

So if you’re looking for something to read, something about the drama of human emotion and sexuality, I hope you consider The Strange Haunting of Johnny Feelwater.  It’s a tale you won’t soon forget.

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