Adults Only Comic — A Life In Transit

 I've posted this before but something happened to the links to the pics so here it is again! This was an original story that I submitted to Ruthie's Club years ago. It also appears in Urban Jointz Vol. 1. Here are the first four pages starring a character I'm revisiting in Vol. 2 called Gina Castilla. I'll post the rest later on today or possibly tomorrow when I have a free moment.

 If you haven't picked up Vol. 1 check it out here! Many of the short stories inside (like this one in particular) will be continued in Vol. 2. I'll start posting samples of the new stuff later on this month. For now enjoy!

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Nectar of The Guitar God by Jeremy Spencer

As you can see My art style has changed significantly from the previous Ruthie's Club commissions. Check bellow for the teaser and the first part of this story. Enjoy!

Teaser: What’s a girl to do when a guitar god rock star won’t fuck her but his girlfriends will?

Nectar Of The Guitar God

By Jeremy Spencer

April Flynn could barely stop from screaming, she was so excited. The peppy college freshman hopped up and down in line, her red hair bouncing as wildly as her tits, as she waited to get into The Steel Pony. It was her first over-18 concert, and she couldn’t believe she actually had a special pass for her favorite band.

Scott Barnes and the Barnestormers had been her favorite group ever since her junior year of high school. That was the year their debut album came out. Some of her friends thought it was stupid to listen to rock and roll, especially considering the Barnestormers didn’t do any flashy dance moves, and Scott Barnes—the guitar god himself—hardly even looked at the girls. At least that was the official word.

April knew that at some interview, Scott had revealed that he tried to stay away from groupies. He said that’s what his song, “Get Off My Jock, Bitch,” was all about. He said he was in a serious relationship and didn’t want to fuck it up.

April would see about that. She’d dressed strategically for the concert, in her best hip-huggers and a top that revealed more of her belly than her parents would have been happy with, but fuck it. She was 18 years old, 600 miles from home, and her parents would never know. She had a fake I.D. in her pocket, just in case she felt like getting drunk, and judging by the crowd, she probably wouldn’t have any trouble getting high, not that she was that kind of a bad girl.

But she knew tonight was going to rock, with or without the drugs or alcohol. As long as she got to hook up with Scott Barnes, and as she looked at the special, all-access pass that had cost her more time on the phone waiting in line on the local radio station than she was willing to admit, April thought her chances were pretty good.

As soon as she cleared the bar’s bouncer, who April thought got just a bit too personal with the pat-down, although she did think he was kind of cute in a “regular night” kind of way, she hurried up to the stage, in case any of the band members were still setting up.

“Hey,” she said to Donnie, the drummer. “What’s up?” Donnie, who was known far and wide for his sexual exploits with groupies, looked her up and down before answering.

“Hey, Babe,” he said with a leer. “What’s up?”

Erotic Art / Story — "Matched Pairs" by Forest Hunter

Here's another commission for Ruthie's Club just in time for lunch! This one was done in 2007. Posted bellow is the first part of the story. If I can get intact with the writer and get permission I'll post the rest. One thing of note is that the pictures are not in sequence they are mainly just a preview of things to come within the story. Enjoy!


Teaser:
A tale of two couples who are young enough to enjoy it and old enough to know how to do it!

Matched Pairs

By Forest Hunter

CHAPTER 1

Fred Morgan stepped into the bedroom from the master bath.  It was six o’clock.  He dressed in the early morning light, not bothering to turn on the lamp.  He stepped into his Khaki slacks and put on a plaid shirt.  In the old days it would be suits and ties, but modern times were different.  It was his busy time of the year.  His fold-over valise was already packed, along with a small suitcase.  In some ways, it was just like a morning in one of the many hotels he stayed at when he was on the road.

He had completed the northern and eastern half of his territory the prior day.  He stopped at home at the midway point before taking on the western and southern swing.  It would take him a week and a few days.  He didn’t even take the samples out of the minivan.  After a quick bowl of Raisin Bran in the kitchen, he would be on the interstate, en route to Rochester, his first stop.

One thing that was different from the nameless motel rooms was that his wife, Maggie, lay in their bed watching him as he dressed.  Since they were married he always scheduled a day home at the half-way point.  He could have rerouted himself more efficiently if he avoided the home stop, but he wouldn’t consider it.  This time it had only been a night.  There were numerous construction delays on the interstate—par for the course in an election year.  He dragged himself in at eight-thirty in the evening, but it was still worth it.

Fred glanced at Maggie’s reflection in the mirror as he combed his hair and took pleasure in what he saw.  He knew that she was nude as she peered at him from under the bed covers. She had that ‘satisfied woman’ look and it was well that she would wear that visage.  As Fred came through the door at eight-thirty she met him in her—or his—favorite negligee.  By eight forty-five it had been cast aside.  They never fell asleep until eleven thirty.  There is a certain pleasing, serene expression a woman wears the morning after a fulfilling night.

The Apartment By Jeremy Spencer

Here's another story by Jeremy Spencer illustrated by yours truly. This was yet another commission for Ruthie's Club back in 2006. A really fun story plus I loved how the illustrations for this one came out. One thing I like about my approach with these illustrations is that you really don't get a good look at the characters faces. Any bellow is the teaser followed by the first part of the story. If I get a chance to contact Jeremy in the future I'll see if he allows me to post the rest...

Teaser:  Jim Bender is the fix-it guy in his apartment.  Anything gets broken, he's the guy you call.  The lady upstairs seems to have a problem – whenever she masturbates she just can't keep quiet.  Does Jim have the right tool to solve what ails her?  Of course he does!

Erotic Art — A Godly Feast

Here's another commission I did for Ruthie's Club back in 2006. Check out the teaser and the story bellow:


Teaser:
Getting half now and half later was still more than John Jamison had bargained for.

Erotic Art — "The Woman From The Dance"

Yet another commission for Ruthie's Club in the year 2006. Check out the teaser and the first few paragraphs of the story bellow:

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Teaser: Be careful what you wish for. You might get it—and a lot more.

The Woman from the Dance

 by

Owen Carter

How do you let a woman know you’ve got a big dick? He’d pondered that question a lot. Women were so shallow. They always went for the tall guys, because they assumed tall guys had more to offer. A short guy didn’t have a chance unless he was a rock star or an actor or something. That’s why he and the other guys who weren’t six feet tall were standing against the wall at the Sadie Hawkins Halloween dance, while the women only picked the tall guys to dance with. 

None of them would know how well hung he was,

Erotic Art — The Most Ferocious Pleasure...

Another one from Ruthie's Club. Enjoy!


10/02/06
Teaser:
The greatest pleasure can also be the deadliest poison.


The Most Ferocious Pleasure
by Roman Summers


Cool, conditioned air washed over Danni Harper, and she slowed to a walk as she entered the mall. It was crowded, filled with Saturday afternoon shoppers who were blissfully unaware of the succubus amongst them. Danni was very athletic, but the sprint from the staging area had left her winded. She took a deep breath, smoothed back her chestnut hair, and straightened her leather jacket. She pinched the microphone on her collar.

Erotic Art — Soup Kitchen Cindy

Another piece commissioned by Ruthie's Club.  Bellow is the teaser and a couple of paragraphs...


Teaser:
Until I met Soup Kitchen Cindy I always believed homeless women to be out of 
my league.  I mean, what if my place was compromised?


Soup Kitchen Cindy
by Karl Koweski


It was another Saturday night and I needed to get laid. Not exactly an uncommon conundrum for the main man of superior grooviness. I’d hit a dry spell lately. And the last three months of intense masturbation left me with a callus for a cock, Herculean wrists and self-esteem eye-high to a garden snake.

Erotic Art — Sarita

Here's another piece commissioned by Ruthie's Club. Bellow is the teaser and the first few paragraphs of the story. Enjoy!

Teaser:

A man recalls how he and his lover, an enticing Greek belly dancer, loved and lost a voluptuous Indian beauty to an arranged marriage. 

Sarita
By N. Vasco

Eileen always belly dances around this time. She likes to close the living room shades, light candles, and play hard driving Urdu love songs while practicing in the nude. I can imagine long, black hair plastered against alabaster skin as her hips sway bellow a narrow waste. Her smooth stomach undulates to the music and those high breasts tipped by generous, rose colored nipples gently bounce and sway. She turns. The outline of her bikini disappears into her toned, generous buttocks. Candlelight reflects off her exotic jewelry and the sheen on her naked glory. 

She learned how to dance in Athens. I can remember the lyrics of one of her favorite songs:

I am you lovely sexpot,

Jodphur’s lovely sexpot.

Come to me, my stallion.

Taste the sweetness of my garden

We enjoy different positions and have two favorites. One is called a la negrese. I enter from behind as she raises her pelvis, wraps her legs wrap around my waist and draws me...

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Erotic Art — Role Reversal

Here's another piece from back in 2006 commissioned by Ruthie's Club for a story called "Role Reversal" written by Nolan Whyte. I decided to show you the progress of the piece from the beginning all the way to the final incarnation. For this one I don't have a teaser either so instead I figured I'd just show you the first couple of paragraphs of the story. I'll see if I can get in contact with the writer to see if I can post the rest once I have the time... Enjoy!

09/03/06
Role Reversal
by Nolan Whyte

She walks behind me down the hallway to my apartment. She whispers softly to me as we walk, asking me how I feel about what I’m doing, asking me if it turns me on. It does, but it scares me a little bit too, because I feel like I’m in over my head. I feel seduced and submissive, somehow cowed in the presence of a superior. She is the dominant one between us, that’s for certain.

She makes me feel possessed. I wonder for a moment how I would feel if she were just any other girl and not the new lesbian lover of my ex-girlfriend, and somehow I think I would probably feel a little more confident if she were.

As I move close to the door and slip the key smoothly into the deadbolt lock, Danielle moves in close, pushing against me from behind. The notebook folded over in my back pocket jams into my ass, giving me the impression I’m being probed from behind. At the same time, I feel a paired presence below my shoulder blades, soft, circular pressure points that could only be created by young, firmly supported breasts.

I halt in the act of unlocking the door and try to act cool and ironic and detached. I remember for a whole second that the key to not giving yourself away and looking like a complete fool is to act noncommittal and disinterested. Luckily, she’s accosting me from behind, so my beautiful assailant can’t see how my cheeks are flushed red, or feel the burst of blood to my straining cock.

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Erotic Art — All Consuming Passion...

Here's another early commission for Ruthie's Club back in 2006. This is for the story called "All Consuming Passion" by Estelle Byers. Sadly, I have no teaser for this one...

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Erotic Art — Miss Ohio!

 Wow! I was pretty busy for Ruthie's Club back in 2006. Here's another commissioned by for a short story written by Selena Jardine. Check out the teaser bellow:

Miss Ohio

by Selena Jardine

Oh me oh my oh,

Look at Miss Ohio

She’s a-runnin around with her rag-top down

She says I wanna do right but not right now

-- Gillian Welch

Teaser: It’s one thing to lose yourself after a bad breakup. It’s quite another–and much more fun–to lose yourself in one wild night of erotic recklessness.

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Erotic Art — Superslut

Boy it's fun to clean up one's hard drive. Here's another commission I did for Ruthie's Club back in 2006. I like the look. Maybe I'll do an updated version of this again sometime... Maybe someday when I get the chance I'll contact the writer to see if I can get the rights to post the story! Check out the teaser bellow:


Superslut
by Bradley Stoke

Judith harboured a secret. Although on the surface she was a plain, church-going girl, her alter ego was Superslut, a girl who knew no limits in her pursuit of vice and sexual pleasure. If only Judith had the courage to reveal Superslut to the world.

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Erotic Art — Love Suzy

The piece itself looks like something a woman would give her cuckold... This is yet another commission that I did for the defunct Ruthie's Club back in 2006. I wonder if that site will ever return... Hope Desdmona is OK. Anyway, check out the teaser bellow:


LOVE, SUZY
By Chrissie Bentley

A relationship sours as passion leaves the room.  Suzy follows, and here’s why

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Erotic Art — Goth Girl by Patrick Myers

My apologies for the late post. I've been up since roughly 2:30 AM this morning working on Peanut Butter Vol. 6. (I'll see if I post another pic from it in a few) in the meantime here is another illustration that I was commissioned to do for Ruthie's Club. I must say that this one brings back quite a few memories. This had to be one of my favorite stories to do an illustration for. I'll see if I can reach the writer for his permission to post the complete story. In the meantime checkout the teaser bellow:

Title: Goth Girl
By Patrick Myers

Teaser: He stopped in for dinner and left with the waitress, a gothic waif who needed something only he could provide.

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Erotic Art — Three Weeks In September

Here's another piece that I did way back in 2006 for the now defunct Ruthie's Club. The artwork was for a story by Sarah Black. Check out the introduction bellow:

Teaser: “You don’t know as much about me as you think you do, little girl.” He tugged me by the wrist again, up a couple of stairs and into the shadowy front porch. “You stare at me with those big brown eyes, yearning, yearning, yearning. You want to live, Mary.” He pushed me up against the wall, the gray stone cold against my back. His hands were moving all over me, his mouth moving over my throat. “You want to live. You want me to teach you how to live. You want me to teach you how to feel.”

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Erotic Art — Ruthie's Club Commission

 Here's a look at an old commission I did back in 2006 for the now defunct Ruthie's Club. You can really see the difference in my style from back then until now. The illustrations are based on an erotic story by Jeremy Spencer called, "Off The Clock". Bellow is the teaser for the story.

"Scott Barnes – failed rock star and guitar god – is stuck selling third-rate guitars at the second-best music store in a one-music store job.  The only perk?  His boss is an ex-girlfriend who isn’t afraid to relive past backseat memories, as long as her husband doesn’t fine out.  Then, one day – Christie walks into the store."~Jeremy Spencer

Anyway, enjoy! I'll see if I can post some more stuff that I've done for Ruthie's Club.

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