Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Erotic Art — "All To Myself!

"All To Myself!"
I was left with Ron's Big Black Cock all to myself...! ~ Molly Fredrickson

This one is from Peanut Butter Vol. 7 page 5 panel 3. Molly Fredrickson is finally left alone with Ronald Lewis...!

Bidding on "All To Myself!"  starts at just $5 or you can BUY IT NOW (must be the first bidder) for just $15! Auction Ends Today:  4/22/2014 2:00:00 PM (CST)!

Look for this illustration and others up for auction at Naughty Bids! More to cum soon!
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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Erotic Art from Peanut Butter Vol. 8 — Lost In Pleasure...!

"Peanut Butter Vol.8 p. 18"
Molly Fredrickson finds herself lost in pleasure but, not for long...

Finally had a moment to post a new page from my upcoming graphic novel "The Diary of Molly Fredrickson:  Peanut Butter Vol. 8" (p. 18). Just came back from the Exxxotica Expo in Atlantic City (that didn't go well..).  Still kind of re

On another note, purchase my original pieces of art here.

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Eurotica and Cornnell Clarke at EXXXOTICA Atlantic City this weekend!

If you're in and around Atlantic City this weekend, come to the EXXXOTICA show there at the Taj Mahal and meet us with our latest books along with Cornnell Clarke signing all His Peanut Butters (yum)! He'll also be doing sketches as you order.
We'll be in booth 421 close to the stage.
There'll be a whole host of sexy beautiful porn stars appearing, booths filled with fun sexy stuff
AND our booth full of hot Eurotica comics!
Looking forward to meeting you there!
Peanut Butter vol. 7

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Black Blonde


Illustration Copyright 2014 by Lamair Nash

Fiction File Entry #102 (Sexy bits and naughty thoughts that may yet become full-blown comics…or something.)

She got between his legs and began to pump him luxuriously with both hands.
“I want that creamy filling.  Gimme that creamy filling.”
She was working him over good, double-fisted.  Her face was dangerously close to his shaft.
He let out a spasm—shot short.  The juice splashed her right eyebrow.  He gasped—“Oh shit”—and spurted longer, in a tinselly arc, across her lips, nose and right cheek.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed, her lips against the base of his cock.
He dribbled what seemed a whole other load, sounds gurgling in his throat, his chest subsiding.
“SweetJesusAlabama,” he said, swiping his face.  He peeked at her through two parted fingers.
She was nuzzling the tip of his cock now as if it were a very tasty and exotic bonbon, contented as a child with her treat.  She had been watching his face the whole time, smiling, coaxing, and then most appreciative. 
“Hi,” she said, gently squeezing him between ringed thumbs and index fingers.
That was the moment he fell out of love with his wife.  How could he have forgotten?  His wife had been away on a business trip.  Nine days, 13 hours and 29 minutes.  He didn’t miss her, not a single second, and he knew it was over, finally, truly over. 
It had been for a long time.  The breakdown started before the black blonde—he had to be honest—but there was no going back to his wife after the black blonde.