AudioThrust s1e2: Cagefighting Nuns in Tanks, ch. 1
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Here is chapter 1 of "Cagefighting Nuns in Tanks" a 9-chapter novella. You can get the rest of this story by Written by Nobilis Reed, narrated by , audio produced by .
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AudioThrust s1e1: Rockets, Rapiers and Romance
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AudioThrust is go! We are proud to present "Rockets, Rapiers and Romance" Written by Nobilis Reed, narrated by , audio produced by .
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Introducing: AudioThrust
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Welcome listeners! Soon it will be time for this podcast to come out of its chrysalis, transformed into a glorious new form. Here is what is going to happen: 1> The format is changing. Instead of focusing on short stories, I’ll be presenting short stories, novellas, and perhaps even novels. They will be written by me, and they will come out when they come out. Working to a deadline was stressful and I need to reduce the stress in my life. You’ll receive a bunch of episodes, and then a hiatus while I write the next season. The podcast will be closed to submissions...
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Ep 500 Personalize your Netherparts by Cecilia Tan
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This month's patron-funded story is Personalize your Netherparts by Cecilia Tan. It's narrated by the author. ANNOUNCEMENT: As of today, the Nobilis Erotica podcast is going on hiatus. The patreon campaign is paused, the call for submissions is closed, and there will be no stories posted. Stay subscribed to the podcast feed, however. As I pursue new projects, I'll announce them here, and you won't want to miss it. If you enjoy this podcast, you're going to enjoy the things I've got coming up. And if things go well, we'll be seeing more stories again. Thank you all for the fabulous...
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Ep 499 Bitter Luck by J Aster
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This month's patron-funded story is Bitter Luck by . It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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Ep 498 The Face of Venus by Nolan Vancey
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This month's patron-funded story is The Face of Venus by . It's narrated by Nobilis reed.
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Ep 497 Time by PM Amaras and Paul Driggere
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This month's patron-funded story is Time by . It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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Ep 496 A Merman Walks Into a Bar by Dannye Chase
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This month's patron-funded story is "A Merman Walks Into a Bar" by . It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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Ep 495 The Haunted Vagina by Matthew Barron
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This month's patron-funded story is The Haunted Vagina by . It's narrated by .
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Ep 494 The Princess and the Penis by Linn Thomas
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This episode is "The Princess and the Penis" by Linn Thomas, narrated by . Once upon a time, not all that long ago and in a land not that far away, lived a delightful princess. All who met her, both men and women immediately fell in love. Sometimes individuals became infatuated with the princess because of her delightful wit, her kind words or crystal laugh. Others found themselves seduced by her keen intellect, sharp insights and wide knowledge. And of course, she was beautiful. Long luxurious hair, soft clear skin combined with a luscious body. Whether the visitor fell in love with...
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The baking heat of late summer was upon her, and the flies were out. Iris wiped the sweat from her brow, and stuffed another blackberry between her teeth. She knew she shouldn’t. The more blackberries she ate herself, the longer she’d take to fill the basket, and the longer she’d need to stay out in the sun. But she couldn’t resist the temptation. The berries hung amid the thorns, juicy and succulent. She thrust her hand back into the bush, and grabbed a couple more. The thorns scratched, but the prize was worth it. The sweet, tart taste ran over her tongue. Delightful.
But her fingers were now sticky with berry juice, and the sweat was running again. And there were the flies, hovering and buzzing. Never mind her miserably half-full basket.
This was hotter than last summer, by far. Or any of the seventeen other summers of her life.
Maybe it was the terrible lack of wind. Other times, the salty tang from the south – the sea lay two days’ donkey-ride from her village – might have relieved Iris’ pain. But today? The air hung like a hazy and listless shroud. To be trapped outside on such an afternoon, why, it was like being cooked alive inside a brazen maze. A maze choked with bushes and thorns.
Iris gritted her teeth. A plan formed in her mind.
The festivities of Sungit were yet tomorrow night. She could nap in the shade for a few hours, at least until the coolness of evening. Then she’d fill her basket, and hurry home. Her mother might grumble, but her mother wasn’t out in the afternoon heat. She was bowing and scraping before Sungit’s stone altar, along with all the other mothers. So long as Iris delivered a basketful of blackberries by nightfall, that was what mattered.
Besides, the visiting Priest ate half the fruit offerings before the ceremony, and the goddess never seemed to mind. Sungit felt generous these days. The harvest had not failed in a full twelve years, and the grain ran plentiful.
Iris’ heart fluttered, as she glanced around her. There was no-one in sight, nor could she hear anyone talking or singing. Perhaps everyone else thought similarly: the day was just too hot.