The Toy's Toy

In September of 2022, I had a silly idea for a story where one of our classic dime a dozen brainwashed sex slaves was dumped on the sort of man who wouldn't know what to do with them. Thus, The Toy's Toy began, with Devon sulking under the unwanted care of Brian. Here we are, not even 30 months later, and we have a whole book. It's older than my niece, who helped me put together a puzzle yesterday and is mostly potty trained.

This was a labor of pure joy. I'm often guilty of some pretty narcissistic bliss at my own gags, but nowhere else have I made myself laugh so hard, so loud, so often, that I had to worry about waking up the rest of the house in the dead hours of the night I prefer to write in. I love how this turned out. It's so stupid, and so ridiculous, and it works for me absolutely. I hope it brings you some laughs, some joy, a little respite from the real world.

This is probably as good a place as any to note that I'm planning some restructuring here on my patreon. I'm still mulling some stuff over, but my hope is to bring the first draft previews to a wider audience, and to modify the commission drawings to more of a community voting process, with the hope in both cases to give more folks better access to my stuff. I'll let you know soon so you can adjust if you so desire. Your support means the world to me, and I hope I'm giving you as much of an ROI as a humble eroticist (or here, a humorist) can muster.

The RA volume 7 is very nearly done as well; I have one chapter to write and then the editing. Expect it in the next week or two. I have a couple commissions to do, and I'm doing my raffle tomorrow (2/5 for Americans, 5/2 for the rest of ya), so if you're at $10+ make sure you're checking your DMs/emails.

More to come!