For Once She Was Glad to Be Gagged

 
She was glad to be gagged because the situation she was in was going to require a LOT of explaining, probably much more than she was capable of...

Copyright 2026 By Pat Powers

Just an image I came up with to promote my Deviant Art site, which I think works for the blog as well. It's the exact same image as on the Deviant Art site. I'll probably put a 4K version of the art for my premium tier subscribers this Friday.

Oh, and if the slavegirl looks familiar, you may have seen her before, in an earlier iteration:

The art for the slavegirl at top started life as a Second Live avatar used for the cover of my Junie Jamieson novel. Then she went through some iterations on Tensor Art which include a promo video of her dancing. The image for the Deviant Art piece was a vidcap for that video, which you can see right here on another blogpost.

Merry Christmas To All! Smashwords Freebie Coming Through!

 It's Christmas Eve, and that means gifts, and the gift I have for you is this:

It's gonzo SF BDSM erotica at its finest (assuming there isn't a LOT of gonzo SF BDSM erotica out there, which seems a safe bet. In fact, this may be the only such story in this niche, which would make it THE finest example of gonzo SF BDSM erotica out there!)  And it's absolutely FREE through January 1. Just click on the pic, or click right here to be taken to Smashwords for a fun, and hopefully funny, erotica reading experience.

Attack of the Internet Love Zombie Free November 1!

Just click on the pic to be whisked to Amazon to get this book for free November 1-5!

 

My Halloween story will be a freebie on the day after Halloween. Not the day of Halloween. Not prior to Halloween. I PLANNED to promote it prior to Halloween, but there was a problem: I forgot to do so. 

Still, I figure there's SOME readers who might enjoy some post-Halloween chills and thrills. But this isn't a horror story, it's more of a Halloween-themed cozy BDSM romance. I think it will please readers.

The story was inspired by ads I kept getting online about women living near me who wanted to have sex with me. Well "near" was a relative term. The women who wanted to have sex with me started in a distant city where the company that provided my Internet service had its regional headquarters. But over time, they kept getting closer and closer, moving to nearer cities, then nearer neighborhoods in my city, then to my actual street!

Obviously someone was selling my data. And eventually the only thing they didn't know about me was that I was (and am) happily married. But the images I had in my mind of sex-starved women slowly encroaching on my space sparked a story idea.

Check it out, it will cost you nothing but your attention. Then come back and buy all my stuff. 

Civitai, Tensor AI, MageSpace, Leonardo AI: Blunderers All

WARNING: This image is safe for work in every respect yet still is an AI blunder. All the images below it are Not Safe For Work and also Not Safe For Life in some cases. You have been warned.

MageSpace: This is Schrodinger's blunder: it is and is not a blunder, both at the same time. In the sense that the artwork on this image is well executed with no glaring issues, it's not a blunder. The problem is that this is an image to image creation, and the image it was supposed to be based on was a lot like this image in every respect, except the woman in the foreground is naked and has her back turned to the viewer, mostly, as she watches the dirigible float past. So it is a blunder in that sense. This is very symptomatic of MageSpace, which HATES nudity. There are ways to get around it (image to image) but it's very difficult at best. Don't even think about generating sexy art with prompts on MageSpace.

Civitai: When Civitai goes bad, it goes BAAAAD. It gets naked women in bondage all wrong in so many ways. I forget what image this is based on, but whatever it was, it didn't look a THING like this THING. What I find particularly ironic here is that Civitai is particularly bad with portraying gags (most AI art programs are) but in this case it did a pretty good job of rendering the ball part of the ballgag but then rendered the face around it in the most horrifying manner possible.

Tensor AI: Tensor is censored like all the AI programs right now. It's very hard to get good, clean, naked image out of it. Monstrosities like Spiderwoman here are fairly common. One hopes things will get better soon, but who knows with the right wing in power and censoring every fucking thing they can?

Leonardo AI: Leonardo AI is just plain cruel. It'll get your hopes up by producing an image of a bonnie lass with a smiling face on a sofa by a river and then... and then... you look at her breasts and notice that she has no nipples. And you look at her belly and notice that she has two bellybuttons, neither of them anywhere close to where they should be, which is hidden behind her forearm. Speaking of hidden things, her left hand has COMPLETELY disappeared into the cushion, which doesn't look all THAT soft. But perhaps that's a blessing in disguise, because her right hand which IS visible has some very wonky fingers. But then you notice the absolute worst, which is that the shin and foot of her left leg have somehow merged with the sofa's curlicue gilt backing. It is amazing how Leonardo AI can take such a beautiful image and utterly ruin it with one awful detail after another.

All AI art programs appear to have their weaknesses. I'm sure the art creators who present flawless image after flawless image are chest deep in culled images of the sort I'm showing you, which they are not showing you because they want you to believe they are AI art whizbangs. That's the nature of AI art, you have to cull a lot of dross to get the good stuff, and if AI art is an indicator for AI in general, we don't have to worry about AI matching human intelligence anytime soon. Much less superintelligence. 

Leonardo AI and Second Life: Made for Artistic Mayhem!

 

It started like this. I wanted an image of a slavegirl relaxing on a loveseat in a park. I used a Second Life avatar, but instead of going the greenscreen route, I took a different approach. I knew that I had access to a park set on Second Life. So I bought a love seat, a major element of my story, and I rented the set and ran the animations on the loveseat to see what worked. I started out with a fairly raunchy pose to see what Leonardo would do with it.

Leonard's response: "Loveseat, grassy sward, river, pussy, tits: all good. Gag? NO WAY. I'll draw her a face instead. Red hair? NO WAY. She's supposed to be ASIAN, even though she is red-headed and has pale skin and generally Causasian features.  Also, I'm gonna fuck up the collar, the shackles and the cuffs, because NO WAY. She's a naked Asian woman! Except for her feet, imma gonna leave her pussy and tits hanging out, but she will have SHOES by damn!" (I was able to get around Leonardo's Asian model bias by using Photoreal version 1 instead of 2, or maybe it was the other way around. I forget. Anyway, that is a pretty good naked woman in the pose of th SL Avatar. There were many that were worse.

So I chose a less raunchy pose and I used another model and got this. Much closer to the avatar. Too close, really. It didn't look like a photo, it looked like a drawing. But at least it was sexy drawing. Except of course the pussy, such as it was (it was just a line, BFD) was somehow erased. And the eyes were freaking wonky. And for God's sake don't look at that foot. Also don't look at whatever that thing behind her left leg is. It does not bear examining! Also that one bent wrist with her cuff kind of deflating it. It was not a pretty picture!

I fixed the wobbly eyes and lessened the awfulness of the right wrist. I even drew in a pussy line. (Woo-hoo!) I left the left foot and whatever the thing behind her left leg is alone. There are some things man was not meant to mess with! This is the background art for yesterday's promo.

This SL avatar would have a LOT of difficulties if run through AI. I knew that right arm would be a problem. And the pose in general, not being absolutely typical would be a problem. But the thing is, see that pink thing between the avatar's mouth and the gag in this image? That's a dildo. A plastic cock. Because this gag is a cock gag built into a panel gag, as is commonly done. But you can't see that it's a cock gag, because of the panel. I wondered if I could use this image to sneak a fellatio-like image through Leonardo AI by identifying the pink thing as a popsicle in my prompt. Let's see what we got, shall we?

  

What I got was "deformed woman with rabies barfing in river." It got rid of the panel gag but substituted stuff that looked nothing like a popsicle, generally like barf, though this is the barfiest of the lot. The right butt is All Wrong and the right arm has been subsumed into her torso, undoubtedly in some David Cronenburgish way. Also, for some reason, the river behing the sofa has overflowed its banks and left ankle-deep water everywhere. Because that's what you get when you try to sneak sexy stuff past Leonardo AI! This was one genre of awful that I got. There's another.

Here we have the return of the dreaded Misplaced Butthole above her butt crack, accompanied by a new phenomenon, the Misplaced Bellybutton in the middle of her back. Also, ther arm is attempting to make an appearance but not quite managing it. The left arm is fine, but the left hand will not bear looking at. And the toes are kinda dicey. No flooding in this one, at least. This time I prompted that the woman was bending over to look at a flower and wearing a Covid mask. I did get the flower, right on the mask, which covers her whole face. Serves me right!

The sofa, being an adult Second Life sofa, had adult sex animations as well. Most of them, well, all of them really, made very little sense with just one avatar. I could have added a second avatar, but I didn't wanna. With the "mood" Leonardo AI is currently in I knew Lovecraftian horror awaited me if I were to try such a thing.

I did take a shot at running the above image through Leonardo. My prompt for this image was "a beautiful red-headed woman takes a tumble from her love seat." As you can see, Leonardo took the opportunity to flood the park again and have her take a dive from the SS Loveseat. It also REALLY fucked up her butt, and not in a good way. It also messed up her face. And her hands and feet do not bear close inspection. I knew it! 

There is a lesson in all of this somewhere, but I have no idea what it is.

Rich Bitch, Prison Bitch Trilogy Picked Up By Hillmark Productions As Part of Sassy Prison Rape TV Series Aimed At Young Adult Viewers

 
by: Pat Powers

Special to: Hollywood Inside Scoop

April 1, 2025

“Why not rape?” asked Hillmark Senior Vice President in Charge of Acquisitions Cherry Sassoon as I sat with her and discussed the new Hillmark series based on my semi-incredible “Prison Bitch Trilogy.” “That was the question that always hovered over the table when we had discussions about what new properties to pick up. We knew we were doing a fine job of covering the market for insipid, almost humorless romcoms. And we’ve got the romantic cozy mystery market sewed up, too.

“But we also knew that there was a huge market out there for rape erotica, bondage erotica, incest erotica and bestiality erotica that we were underserving, in the sense of not serving them at all, in any way,” Sassoon continued.

“Isn’t serving those markets mostly illegal?” I asked.

“Not in the purely legal sense,” said Sassoon. “The only porn that’s straight up illegal is the underage stuff. Hillmark will never touch that market, because our own viewers would tear us limb from limb if we tried.”

“That does sound awful,” I observed painfully.

“Oh, it was… I mean, it would be,” said Sassoon. “Anyway, we decided that the most popular way to go was rape. There were all sorts of good reasons for this. About 70 million of them, in fact.”

“Seventy million?” I asked. “Where did you get that number?”

“That’s the number of copies of “Fifty Shades of Gray” sold worldwide in its first YEAR of release,” said Sassoon.

“But Fifty Shades of Gray isn’t about rape, it’s about a consensual BDSM relationship,” I said.

“Oh, that’s just tedious rapey-wapey timey wimey stuff,” said Sassoon. “Rape, BDSM, bondage, romance, they’re all pretty much the same. You say potayto, I say puhtato. The old timey romance writers knew the truth of it.”

“All right, I’ll bite,” I said. “How is romance the same as rape? It would seem to be the complete opposite.”

“No, rape is the ultimate in romance,” said Sassoon. “The old time romance writers had a subgenre called “bodice rippers” which were basically historical rape romance stories. The male MC, typically a pirate or a sheik, kidnaps a proper English or American woman and is so overwhelmed by her beauty and grace and charm or whatever that he rapes her. Then they make up and fall in love and he apologizes to her and rapes her some more and then proposes marriage and they both live rapily ever after.”

“But I wrote the “Prison Bitch” trilogy, god help me, and there are no romantic rapes at all in it,” I said. “All the rapists were psychopaths and sociopaths of various stripes.”

“Oh yeah? What about that Paul guy at the end?” Sassoon asked. “He is supposed to be very romantic.”

“He’s not a rapist, he’s a consensual lover, very big on safewords and so forth,” I said. “Did you even read the books?”

“Of course not, that’s why you hire English majors, women with no lives, to read stuff so I don’t have to. They condensed the trilogy into this one sheet of paper here,” Sassoon said, holding up a battered, stained piece of paper with a few paragraphs typed on it. “This kind of time-saving is why I’m an executive. Plus having the wit to see the romance behind all the rape.”

“So, the rape story is going to become a romance, I see,” I said. “Any other intriguing changes to the story in the books?”

“Oh, yes indeed,” said Sassoon. “We’re thinking we need to pull back on the whole rich bitch storyline. What with all the Luigi stuff that’s happened in real life, it’s kind of obvious that our readership may not be in the market for stories about wealthy people unless it’s a fall from grace type story. So we’re thinking of having Kim be a welder or a beautician or something.”

“But “Rich Bitch, Prison Bitch” IS a fall from grace story,” I said. “It’s right there in the title. Kim starts out a rich bitch and winds up a prison bitch in every sense of the word. She goes from shady banker and party girl to everyone’s favorite rape victim. You can’t have a bigger fall from grace!”

“Sure, there’s a fall from grace of sorts in there, I suppose,” said Sassoon. “But it’s not enough of a fall to make up for her early wealth in these days. So that is not happening. She’s a welder, or a sassy waitress like AOC, something like that. And she get picked up for shoplifting milk for someone else’s baby, and goes to jail and gets raped because, of course, she’s a beautiful welder. Well, ex-welder.”

“And how is the rape going to be handled?” I asked, dreading the answer.

“Two ways,” said Sassoon. “We have two markets here, older readers who want to recapture the gauzy pleasures of old-time bodice ripper romances, and more modern readers who are down to watch fucking. For the older readers we’ll have a version where, as soon as they get past the chaste kissing stage, which basically is as soon as the sex starts, we’ll cut away to a visual metaphor. Like maybe a pillow tightly wrapped in rope being poked repeatedly with an eggplant with sexy moaning and grunting in the background. Something along those lines.”

“Sounds boffo to me,” I said agreeably. “What about younger viewers?”

Oh, we’ll give them a long, steamy erotic buildup lots of near-nudity and some full nudity, but no genitals, you know, and no genitals in action,” said Sassoon. “I mean, they will do some fucking, but only R-rated stuff, you won’t see tab A going into Slot B nor any of the other slots. And what you do see won't last too long.”

“How do you plan to tie her up?” I asked.

“Well, about that…” said Sassoon. “We where thinking maybe a blindfold would do the trick for delivering the kinky.”

“Mrs. Sassoon, the people who read my book read it BECAUSE of all the bondage and rape, not despite it,” I said. “They wanted those extreme sexual bondage scenes, they enjoy them. If you back off from the sexual bondage they are not going to stick around for the story, riveting though it is. You’re not going to get those seventy million viewers you wanted.”

“Well maybe not seventy million,” Sassoon agreed. “But we’ll get quite a few. While I’m sure your readers enjoyed your books, my summary of Fifty Shades of Gray indicates it was pretty damn tame.”

“Oh, it was, I read it,” I said. “Eight chapters until they got around to kissing, very tame indeed. But when they did get down to it, they got down to it big time. She was cuffed, blindfolded, tied up and being fucked in the movie. And the movie had very, very good box office.”

“Ah,” said Sassoon. I could see the dollar signs flashing in her otherwise empty eyes. “That’s a very good point. Can’t let censors destroy artistic qualities, now can we?”

“You’d be surprised how much the sort of people who read my books care about artistic qualities,” I observed.

“The summary does say your books are full of artistic qualities,” said Sassoon, nodding sagely.

“My readers wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said.

Note: the day after the interview with Cherry I received a call from Hillmark’s HIP (Hot Intellectual Properties) department head. She explained to me that Hillmark had chosen the script based on my story to be converted into the first story in a brand new series about a coven of detective witches who try to change the bad reputation of witches by solving crimes and doing good deeds using their special powers. Also, a giant spider will be a regular character in the show. They’ll start by rescuing the inmates of Brookhaven Prison from Club Rape. This will necessitate further changes in the script, but I am assured that the spirit of the story will be fully served, whatever that means.

I’m so glad I got my check in advance!

How To Get That Very Special Guy Interested In You

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"Sex Slave Boss" Is FREE on Smashwords!

"Sex Slave Boss" is FREE through January 1 on Smashwords, a fun tale of labor negotiations that are long, hard and very productive! It's in Kindle, Nook and other ebook formats. Click here to get it! And check out my other books on sale at 25 and 50 percent off through Jan 1.

"Yard Sale Slut" Soon To Be a Major Netflix Film!

You can get the original novel here!

 

I've had to keep this under wraps for a while, but my agent, Pauline Perell, has called and I'm free to Tell All: my novel "Yard Sale Slut" will be made into a major motion picture to be aired on Netflix this fall. It's set in the near future, and is the story of Moira, once a promising student, who loses everything and is drugged, sold into slavery, stripped, bound, gagged, raped, lesbian gang raped, whipped, whored out and then suffered the most horrible humiliation of all: sold on the cheap at a yard sale to a sex slave tavern owner.

I don't think I'll be surprising anyone when I tell you that there was a huge bidding war on the story between Lifetime Channel and Netflix. The amount of pathos and bathos here is unbelievable. I didn't even believe it myself when I wrote it! So the seven figure check they're cutting me makes sense, Hollywood sense anyway.

Of course Neflix is asking for a few minor changes in the story to make it more acceptable to a mainstream audiences. Minor stuff, really. The rape and sex slavery themes, they feel, are a little much. Or as Netflix director Wilson Pluckett told me, "Look I get that 'Yard Sale Slut' is a dark, edgy, erotic, kinky satirical critique of capitalism gone zonkers, but we were thinking of taking it more in the direction of a lighthearted rom-com. And you can't have actual rape and sex slavery in lighthearted rom-com, it's just too heavy. So we were thinking of throwing out the slavers altogether. Instead we're thinking of having the female MC bought as a "slave" at one of those charity yard sales they have, by the male MC. Be a good vehicle for Freddie Prinze and Jessica Alba, you know."

"If you wanted a lighthearted rom-com, you could have optioned How My Slavegirl Found Me it's an actual lighthearted rom-com," I pointed out. 

"And we may just do that down the road," said Pluckett. "But for now everyone is sold on "Yard Sale Slut" except for the title. The working title is now "Yard Sale Bargain Romance" to give you some idea. But otherwise it's exactly the same story. The male MC is still a politico, only now he's a candidate for US Senator from New York. And there'll be all sorts of raised eyebrows and media interest in the Senatorial candidate buying a slavegirl, you know, even if it's only a pretendy slavegirl. Mucho boffo humor here."

"Oh, I could see that working very well with a sexual relationship where she's his sexy slavegirl and he's her dominating master, all very consensual of course," I said. "Plenty of chances for double entendre."

"Well, about that," said Pluckett. "We find our rom-coms work much better in foreign markets without any sex. Or nudity. Maybe a chaste kiss at the end, maybe a bared shoulder or two. But no sex at all, especially no kinky sex."

"I'm surprised you left in the romance and the comedy," I observed, catching the way the wind was blowing.

"Well there won't be much of either, to be honest," said Plunkett. "Actual romance and humor are difficult and dangerous. We're looking for a script that is only in the vicinity of funny, and which keeps the romance down to knowing looks and raised eyebrows. We just want to leave audiences with a general impression that nice people had fun after encountering some mild difficulties, which is really what your story is all about, when you think about it."

"Of course it is," I lied. "And of course there's all those checks I'll be getting based on net profits to help soothe my conscience."

"Exactly!" lied Pluckett. "I knew we could come to a meeting of the minds on this!"

NOTE: Post meeting, I've been informed that the story will now be set in Ukraine and will involve a giant time-traveling spider. Plot twist: the spider is the nicest character in the film!

P.S. "Yard Sale Slut" is one of the three stories included in my Three Tavern Sluts collection found here. And extra buck goes a long way on Smashwords.

"How My Slave Girl Found Me" -- Brand New Novella, Now on Amazon and Smashwords.

Here's the Amazon Link for the book. 

Here's the Smashwords Link. A 22,000+ word novella for just $2.99.

I'm releasing this one on both Amazon and Smashwords at the same time, a new approach for me. Normally I've been going with Kindle Unlimited on Amazon, which gets me paid for page reads by Kindle Unlimited subscribers, but at the cost of publishing ONLY on Amazon for at least three months. But I haven't seen that much action from Kindle Unlimited, and I've seen a lot of action on Smashwords, so I'm "going wide" as publishers call it.

 This is one of those stories that was inspired by a picture. This picture, of porn actress, model and producer Pepper Hart:

Pepper Hart, from a video shoot for FTVMILFS.com.

 And you have to admit, that’s one hell of a picture. Just look at the expression on Pepper’s face, combined with the raw carnality of her ass and the glamorous modern beauty with which she presents herself.

But mostly, it’s that expression. Here’s how I wrote it up in the novel (it’s not a key scene, no real spoiler here):

>It was the combination of the raw sexuality of her pink pussy display and the totally relaxed, confident, unashamed expression on her face that worked away at my mind. Finally, later that night when I sat at home staring at my computer screen, unable to write because I couldn’t think of anything else but that vision, I finally got it.

>I’d gotten the look on her face all wrong. I had mistaken it for some kind of animalistic reserve, some rare sense of herself that others didn’t possess. That wasn’t it, that wasn’t it at all. I mean, she really did not have a single fuck to give, that was true. But that was because she’d given all her fucks to Michael, literally. She was his creature. As long as she was doing what Michael wanted her to, she was doing the right thing. Always. She had no inhibitions, no doubts, no worries. Those all belonged to Michael now. She hadn’t mastered herself, she’d given herself away.

>And as the Buddha observed, those who escape the burden of self find Nirvana. Her expression, her indefinable way of carrying herself that hinted at incredible peace and tranquility, was the expression of someone who had found Nirvana, looking out at the world. People might call it self-possession, but what it actually was was other-possession. She had given herself to Michael. Literally, and what was left was a creature that utterly lived by Michael’s rules, and thrived that way.

That’s a lot to pin on an expression in a photograph, but that’s the writing game for ya.

Heeere's da blurb:

When I assumed that a woman co-worker who wore bondage jewelry all the time was a submissive and into bondage, I made a mistake. The result was a date that didn't turn out as I had hoped. But as a direct result of that mistake I met Sabrina Parker, another co-worker who was a world-class beauty with what I called ‘the Nirvana look’ to her. Thanks to my friendship with Sabrina, I soon experienced the night of my life, a night filled with kinky public sex and fun and play in a BDSM orgy that went beyond even my wildest fantasies.

And I met the woman of my dreams that night as well. I was her tall drink of water, she was my wonderful thing that came in a small package. It was truly a night that turned into a lifetime.

Sometimes a mistake can be more rewarding than success.

This novella is a kinky contemporary erotic romance that includes an HEA, a dominant alpha male, a bevy of submissive beauties, public bondage, nudity and sex, and more fun than you can (or should) shake a stick at. It’s over 22,000 words long and full of maledom/femsub fun.

Slave Girls Of Outer Space Part 1 Free On Smashwords

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Office Slave Now On Smashwords for $1.99

 

Get it by clicking on this link!

It's a fun little novelette about how office work will proceed in the future of tomorrow! Da blurb:

It's the future. Robots have taken almost all of the jobs and most people live on Basic Income. They do not work, and their lives are an endless party, or an endless pursuit of their dreams, hobbies and ambitions. Nobody has to do anything just to survive.

Still, some corporations do need at least a few human beings to work for them, if only to provide human input on their products and services. Thunder Muffin Corporation is one such corporation. So how does a corporation attract human beings away from their endless parties and make them care about the WEINUS? Or the VEINUS? Or the heinous ANNUS?

By making work MORE FUN than FUN, that's how. And that's why Jenny became a corporate slave girl for Thunder Muffin Corporation, the lowest, humblest job the corporation had to offer. But if you think being a corporate slave girl is endless drudgery, that's where you're wrong. Drudgery is for robots! Slave girls are for kinky sex and bondage games, an important part of keeping any corporation humming along smoothly. Jenny will discover how much fun there is to be had in breakrooms, in hallways, in deserted meeting rooms, and in crowded workrooms, including but not limited to the slavegirl bouncy ball bondage race! Plus a mysterious message, corporate insider info and skullduggery, and a heaping helping of BDSM games!

If you're up for some upbeat, sexy BDSM fun, set your brain on robot cruise control and enjoy this ride.

This novelette is just over 15,500 words long and is part of the Basic Income universe.

The Visitor to Incel World Is Now Free On Amazon Through May 15

 

Get It For Free At This Link

It's an alternate world science fiction novel, I'm making it a free promo for a few days, hopefully it will draw readers to the sequel, "The Love Invasion" in which one alternate world attempts to stave off war with another. Here's da blurb on "The Visitor From Incel World:"

Ariana Heppelwhite was a promising Gender Studies grad student at Lacy Swanson College for Women in Bayport, Massachusetts. She had actually written a paper describing three hitherto unknown forms of nanoaggression! She was on track for getting a professorship and a actual job with a real salary and all the perks, maybe even tenure eventually.

Ariana had even met an unexpectedly charming incel (a phrase she had never expected to think, much less say) while doing research on incels for a grant she had. Sure, she'd done some nasty academic infighting that had an athletic department coach looking for her scalp over a transmale gaze incident, but overall, things were coming up roses for Ariana.

Then it happened. Ariana got caught in a freak physics accident while running from the gym coach, and was transported to an alternate world. And it was the exact WRONG world for a Gender Studies feminist to be transported to. It was full of women who walked around naked in public and wore collars engraved with “Property of (their significant other)” and who LOVED their collars -- and who seemed to think Ariana was a barbarian from a violent place.

And the thing was, they were all nice people, and calm people, and they just might be right about Ariana. Even more of a thing was that some not-so-nice Collar Land people thought Ariana's world represented such a threat that they should kill her for security reasons.

Will Ariana ever make it back to good old Earth from Collar Land? Will she learn to adjust to these very strange people or will she subvert their entire society? Will the not-nice people kill her? And what about that unexpectedly charming incel?

All these questions and more will be answered -- all you have to do is read this topnotch science fiction comedy!

Mall of Shame: It’s Sexual Bondage Porn! No, It’s Socialist Propaganda! Stop Arguing You Two – It’s BOTH!

  In my previous post I told you that Mall of Shame is almost entirely sexual bondage porn – and I was right, it is! That’s what makes it such GOOD socialist propaganda. Good propaganda isn’t noticeable, it hovers in the background, unnoticed while it weaves its magic.

For example, I was five or six books into E.M. Foner’s Union Station series before I realized I was reading pure-dee libertarian propaganda disguised as humorous light space opera. I only figured it out when I was brought up short one day by realizing what an utterly miserable life one of the minor characters must be leading, a life of unceasing toil at a dull job he had little interest in, with almost no reward for his toil other than the very barest necessities of life. It wasn’t slavery, but it was close enough for all practical purposes. And it was presented as just a normal thing. This wasn’t SUPPOSED to be a horrible fate, it was this guy’s big opportunity. Of course, things go very well for the guy later in the story but with a very subtle change his story could have been a living hell.

So I did Foner a favor and satirized “Date Night on Union Station” with a story that pointed out the hellishness of a libertarian system in Late Nights On Onion Station which, frankly, is a very ham-handed story that clubs you over the head REALLY HARD with how rotten things are on Union/Onion Station. But hey, that’s parody for ya. It’s not intended to be propaganda.

SPOILERS BE HERE! YAR!!!!

So, I’m going to go into detail on how I injected socialist propaganda into “Mall of Shame” with descriptions of specific scenes and so forth. It will give away plot points, but given that the story is hardcore erotica (or “porn” as it’s also called) it might not matter much to you. Your call whether or not you continue. You have been warned!

One of the themes I wanted to work with was the alienation that capitalism imposes on human beings. There’s a scene early on in the story where Karen notices that the shopgirl’s tone with her has become polite but distant, she is no longer friendly. This sends a chill up Karen’s spine: she recognizes that tone, she has used it herself in her works as a human resources manager. It’s the tone you use to calm an employee whom you are going to have to fuck over in some way. When you hear someone using it, you should be very, very alert.

The shopgirl because of her job in her capitalist business, has to alienate herself from Karen, because she’s “making a scene.” Karen needs help at this moment, but she will have none, because she’s in a mall, the very belly of the capitalist beast, and the only thing that matters in a mall is if you have money to buy the goods and services on sale. The natural impulse to help Karen is alienated, replaced by a responsibility to take care of the business imposed by management, which is why the sales clerk summons the mall cops.

I don’t spell any of this out in the story of course. That would be clumsy, club-you-over-the-head propagandizing. Some writers are clumsy and can’t help such writing, more often, they feel that their Message is Too Important to be rendered subtly, so out comes the Reader Club. This is always a bad idea.  People don’t like being clubbed over the head like baby seals, even with ideas!

 In the story we just note the chill Karen feels when she hears the shopgirl’s tone. Karen ignores it, she is too caught up in her reversal of fortune to realize she should back out of the situation quickly and quietly. 

Karen also ignores the feeling however, because for most of her life she has been a member in good standing of the Professional Managerial Class (PMC) which typically includes doctors, lawyers, corporate managers, academics, etc. She’s a Human Resources Manager for a mid-sized corporation, her husband is a tenured professor at a small college. 

And the girl who’s telling her she can’t have the bottle of “Joy of Ecstasy” perfume that she wants is a shopgirl, someone lower than her on the capitalist totem pole: let’s face it, a prole (proleterian). The shopgirl also has brown skin, so there might be some racism in there, too. But Karen would probably ignore a white shopgirl, too. Karen is alienated from the shopgirl and can’t “hear” her because she belongs to a different class than her, so she doesn’t catch the cue that she’s giving Karen that the boom is going to be lowered if she continues to act out.

In any event Karen can’t help acting out, her world is collapsing on her. Specifically, she gets bad news from her husband when her card is declined: he has been laid off -- his tenure turns out to have had limitations (part of the belt-tightening in academia imposed by capitalism). 

Karen herself is currently unemployed but she thought herself secure, that they could easily survive on her husband’s salary indefinitely, and he was tenured! Also, Karen is sure she will be rehired by her old firm soon, they hinted at that when they laid her off. This is just the sort of lie that she as a human resources manager has told employees when they got laid off, but she doesn’t recognize it as a lie when it is told to her.

That’s because she’s a meritocrat, a creature of capitalism’s class structure. She feels that she and her husband have gotten ahead through hard work and skill and that because of that they live by different rules than other, lesser beings (proles).  Meritocrats are deeply alienated not just from the proletariat, but from one another and themselves.

Karen in fact arrives at her situation precisely because of the effects her job has had on her personality. She’s a terror, a ruthless and successful corporate climber. Nobody dares to cross her. She wasn’t laid off because of incompetence, she was just what the top managers wanted in a human resources manager, a ruthless force. Her job was simply automated out of existence, as Artificial Intelligence made further inroads into mid-level management. If they had needed a human mid-level human resources manager at all, they would have kept her.

Like most meritocrats, Karen never believed she could lose her job to automation. She was so wrong.

And the ruthlessness and general “Karen-ness” that made her so successful carried over into her marriage. Her husband had not told her about his job loss because he was terrified to do so. The bad investment that sealed their financial doom was a desperate attempt on his part to restore their fortunes without Karen ever finding out about it. Desperation created by fear.

And that’s how Karen found out about her economic woes so suddenly, and so unfortunately, when her credit card is declined.

When the financial rug is pulled out from under Karen, she panics. The shoplifting isn’t a product of necessity or anything like it. She doesn’t need a $600 bottle of perfume in any real sense. But what Karen desperately needs is to be the sort of woman who can have a $600 bottle of perfume if she wants it. And what she finds out from her husband is that she is not that. THAT’S why she is so insanely intent on getting that perfume. It represents her still being a PMC member of the bourgeosie. And she is DESPERATE for that.

This being a mall, Karen can get herself out of trouble just by coming up with the money for the perfume. But her husband can’t do that for her, he has emptied all their accounts to maintain his deception and make his very bad investment. The Punishment Pit being so final in nature, the mall cops know she’s dead broke because if she had ANY financial resources, she would have used them.

(Karen is the least likable character I’ve ever created, but she and her husbands are victims of capitalism, too. They’re just utterly incapable of understanding it at present.)

Karen’s poverty is why the mall cops feel safe in manhandling Karen and dragging her off to the Security station to be tried by the mall arbitrator. Which given all the security cams, is a VERY pro forma process, and Karen is found guilty in minutes.

Then she’s processed: stripped, bound, fitted with a shock device and a dildo wand, and set out for public viewing. Now that’s she a poor person, she’s just so much meat for the machine.

Of course all of this social analysis does not show up in the story, it would stop it cold like a pig in a python. It’s the underpinnings to the story, which is pure porn on the surface. Which makes it more effective as propaganda as readers aren’t aware of the hidden structure of capitalist alienation that feeds the story, disguised as an excuse for nonconsensual kinky sex displays in a mall.

And of course when the action of the story really gets going we move way beyond what’s currently acceptable in terms of public nudity and sex, especially in malls. I explain it away as a program needed because actual jails are full of criminals who are killing people and blowing people up for revolutionary reasons. (The proles are getting restless!) But it’s actually because this is hardcore erotica, dammit. Gotta provide those kinky thrills to the readers!

Plus it’s fun to violate the upper middle class norms that govern malls so very, very thoroughly in my story. And it’s important to enjoy one’s work. And it’s important for one’s READERS to enjoy one’s work. And I hope you do.

"Always Pay Your Parking Tickets On Pluterday, Now Available On Amazon

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"Always Pay Your Parking Tickets on Pluterday" is one of those stories that just comes out of nowhere. Well, not TOTALLY out of nowhere, it came out of somewhere, specifically, this image.

I knew there was a story in that image SOMEWHERE, I just didn't know what it was. There was just something about the totally hapless expression on the woman's face that just cracked me up. “Oh, well, I'm being fucked by the person in the leather suit bot in my pussy and my mouth at the same time AGAIN.”

So I just decided, what the hell, I'll pants it. Just sit down and write whatever my subconscious comes up with. Every so often when I do this it feels like someone is in my subconscious telling me a story. This is not the norm.

Most of the time, the voices of my characters are careful constructs. I've detailed before how I use the voices of comedians like Bill Burr (who, in my mind, voiced a character in The Visitor from Incel World or characters from stories whom you might not expect to find in erotica and who've been through some major changes (like Nitro Wilde and Moxie Maven in The Love Invasion who are, respectively, a female asexual genius private eye and a sexy slavegirl private eye who assists her, and who are based, respectively, on Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin). Most of the time I use them for the “voice” of the character, the way they express themselves (though Wilde and Maven are more like fun-house caricatures of Wolfe and Goodwin).

But this was not a constructed character, I did no planning at all. This gleeful, perverted motormouth started up and told the story and all I had to do was write it down.

Really, “Always Pay Your Parking Tickets on Pluterday” has stuff I have never done before. It has, for example, a twisty plot. I generally have plots in my stories, but they're not TWISTY because what's happening in the story is generally far out enough that playing games with it is just gilding the lily.

Also, this is my first gonzo bizarre humor story. I use humor in all my stories, to one degree an another, and in various ways. For example, Princess Slave Girl of Bal-Marduk is a straight-up parody of the primeval insanity that was the Bronze Age, whereas The Adventures of Jenkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter is a the old “virginal prude is forced to encounter extreme sexual depravity a lot” story ramped up to infinity and beyond as future technology takes depravity to new extremes.

Even relatively serious stories like Stolen Collar, Stolen Heart which is basically a young adult contemporary romance set on an alternate world where everyone is kinky, had a lot of parodies of Earth customs, such as dating for young adults being replaced by kidnapping and collaring.

But I've never done bizarre (aka bizarro, aka gonzo) humor before. I hadn't realized I was writing it until after I finished the story. I think you'll get a feel for the tone of the story by comparing three things: the photo that I said this story was inspired by, the “Parks & Recreation” TV series which I was binge-watching while I wrote this and [the cover seen below from the book Santa Claus Conquers the Homophobes”:

They all combined in my subconscious somehow to create the story I wrote.  And though I can't tell you plot details, I can tell you this: hang on, you're in for a wild ride!

This story is over 7,100 words long and is the third story in the “So This Is My Life Now” series.

"Earth: The Love Invasion" Now Available on Amazon

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Star Treque: Attack of the Kinky Slave Girls! -- An Erotic Parody (Collar World Book 6) Now On Amazon

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I enjoyed parodying "Late Night On Onion Station" so I thought I'd give parody another shot, this time a SLIGHTLY better-known property, "Star Trek." I'm a fan, watched TOS, the Next Generation and some episode of Voyager and Enterprise, as well as all of the movies. I even married a woman who went to Dragoncon wearing a tribble suit. I didn't marry her FOR that reason, but it should be noted that it didn't deter me in the slightest, in fact, it was cool to me.

So I felt fully qualified to parody Star Trek. I decided to base my parody on TOS, because let's face it, there's a LOT of room for parody there. Most especially sexual parody, since The Original Series was an unreconstructed product of the sixties, with Captain Kirk jumping on any green-skinned alien woman he can find and Lt. Baskethead (I mean, Rand) sexing up the show for no particular reason, a task soon taken over by Nichelle Nichols.

I didn't entirely confine myself to TOS characters, I included Lieutenant Worf (Lt. Rorf Woof in my story) from Next Generation mainly because I was going to have Klingons, too, and he would come in handy for several reasons.

For the same reason, I had an Orion slave girl ("Aurion" in my story) as a cultural attache on the crew, helping integrate the Orions into the Federation, or as I called it, the Agglomeration. When they encountered the Empire of the Collar (essentially, Collar World in space with gigantic men, because why the hell not?) the Participation Prize crew would naturally call on an Aurion slave girl for advice on how to deal with such a sexy menace.

Especially since the Empire of the Collar is technologically far in advance of both the Agglomeration and the Klingons (“Klaxons” in my story). It would have made an interesting story for Star Trek, except of course that Star Trek would never have been sex-positive and kink-positive.

And of course, being an erotic parody I was free to follow the sexiest, kinkiest elements of the story as far as I wanted to, which was very far, indeed. And I did not neglect the humor either, I had a LOT of fun with story and characters.

It's a shame media Trek could never follow where I have gone before. I've been to science fiction conventions, I've SEEN what the fan base gets up to, left on their own. They would have loved it. In the meantime, there's my parody, I'm hoping fans will love it. Maybe you will, too. Either way, live long and pump her.

Why Did I Write A Parody Of the EarthCent Ambassador Series?

So, my new novelette, "Late Nights At Onion Station" is a parody of the EarthCent Ambassador series by I.M. Foner.

I have not done any parodies before, though it's very clear I like humor and I read a LOT. Almost all of my stories have been completely original works, no fannish stuff among them. I have my own stories to tell, thankyewverymuch, and although I've taken some humorous jabs at this and that, I've never outright parodied anything.

And like most parodists, I'm a fan of what I'm parodying. I've read and enjoyed the entire EarthCent Ambassador series. But the definition of “parody” explains why I did it: “a parody targets or mimics an original work to make a point.” And I wrote “Late Nights At Onion Station” to make a point about something that bothered me about the original work: its libertarianism. I'm more of a socialist.

The libertarianism in the Earthcent Ambassador series is very subtle, well buried in the story. But once you see it, you can't unsee it: the EarthCent Ambassador series is a pure libertarian fantasy at heart. There are little clues: the protagonist, despite being the chief representative of humans on Union Station, is paid very little money, so little that she lives in a slummy area of the human sector of Union Station and has to save up money to buy a comfy chair.

Why is she paid so little despite her important government position? Because she's a government official, of course, and government is not important in libertarian fantasy land. While the protagonist of Union Station makes so little money that the food at diplomatic receptions is an important part of her diet, all her friends and acquaintances who are independent businesspeople make huge amounts of money from their activities. They can't do anything at all without making huge piles of money. Because they're independent entrepreneurs, you see: the good guys.

As a socialist, this was annoying, but what was REALLY annoying was the usual libertarian obliviousness to the fate of those who don't work out well in his paradise. This is in face my major problem with libertarianism in general: their focus is always on those who succeed in libertarian society, with a general feeling that almost anyone can succeed if you put forth a little effort, gosh darn it!

Most libertarians, in fact, have little or no interest in what happens to those who don't do well in their libertarian fantasy. Often you get a sense that they would be fine with people who aren't good bargainers in the free and open markets starving to death and dying, that they would happily kick their bodies aside on their way to the bank.

You can see this by the way libertarian authors focus on the successes in their stories and ignore the losers. The successful entrepreneurs who make scads of money and get loads of power in their lives are the FUN part of the libertarian fantasy. Of course that's who gets all the attention in a libertarian story.

But if you don't pay attention to what happens to all the other people in your society, you're basically building a hell on Earth, and honestly, that's what I think most libertarians are doing. They don't WANT to create a hell on Earth, any more than the original Communists wanted to create the Soviet Union from Imperial Russia, but as the Soviet Union demonstrated (and China) if you're at all sloppy in thinking about how you get to your paradise, you can so very, very easily wind up with a dictatorship or an oligarchy that commits crimes against humanity without so much as blinking.

And libertarians are even worse than Communists in this respect. They really, really don't want to deal seriously with the hard part of their fantasy, which is how do you handle the people who don't do so well in the free and open marketplace? The phrase “ideological blinders” was invented for this phenomenon. Libertarians are like architects who want to build a skyscraper that will truly scrape the clouds, but have little or no interest in building a solid foundation.

The problem is, when you look at any group of human beings statistically, for almost any set of abilities and skills, including success in business, if you graph the results it forms a bell curve, with the bulk of people falling in the middle of the curve, and a considerable portion (half, even!) falling on the wrong side of the halfway mark. That being the case, you need to ensure that your system, whatever it is, provides a decent standard of living to the people who fall on that wrong side, not just the lucky winners.

Just assuming that everyone will magically be above average in a libertarian scheme is ridiculous, but a lot of libertarians do just that.

I think the reason that libertarians aren't willing to address the “ground floor” issues is that it may require making an exception to their rule that every problem can be solved by the invisible hand of an unfettered marketplace.

It might require some crude actions like taxing the very rich and successful (the beneficiaries of the invisible hand) at higher rates to fund housing, food and medical care for the poor. It might require, in short, some form of socialism.

It's time to call the belief that the invisible hand of the marketplace can solve all social problems and allow people to live free of government of any kind what it is: magical thinking.

And that's what really bugs me about libertarians, that they let this magical thinking fuck them up time and time again, because you know, if they took the time and effort to work out how a libertarian society could help the losers in the marketplace, they might just have a robust ideology that could compete successfully with democratic socialism.

But they can't, they won't and they don't, and so they remain a fringe, though a markedly more successful fringe than their ideology deserves, because many parts of it (the economic parts) dovetail very nicely with traditional conservatism. Most especially the part about not giving a rat's ass about losers in their system.

And so you have many, many science fiction books written with this profoundly dumb, magical thinking, wish fulfillment hoo-ha presented as a wonderful basis for a society to exist on.

I found a very nice way to dramatize the problems with libertarianism in the story. I also manage to point out how adherence to libertarian principles makes one inherently blind to the suffering of others. And I ramped it all up to 11, to make it funny. And by damn, it IS funny. Some of the best humor comes from annoyance. I hope you enjoy it.

"Tiny, Big" An Erotic Fantasy Novella, Is Available on Amazon

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I'm very proud of the opening line to my new novella “Tiny, Big.” It is “Why would I want my arms and legs cut off? That seems a bit extreme even for me.”

If that doesn't make you want to turn the page, nothing will.

Never fear gentle reader no legs and arms were harmed and the creation of the story. As is often the case with all great works of literature this story was inspired by a porn photo. You can see the photo by following this link. The actresses involved are 5 foot tall Penny Pax and 5 foot 11 inch Dylan Ryan. The image is clearly created to appeal to fans of lesbian macrophilia and microphilia, along with fans of lesbian bondage, lesbian sex, and general perversion.

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Wait … what? “What are macrophilia and microphilia?” you almost certainly may ask.

Macrophilia is being sexually attracted to someone who is very tall. Microphilia is being sexually attracted to someone who is very short. Interestingly, there does not appear to be any term for finding images of very large and very short women having sex appealing.

But there is a subreddit for it named http://www.reddit.com/r/samespecies. Wouldn't you know it, a subreddit would exists for a perversion long before it even had a name? r/samespecies is full of images of very short and very tall women standing next to one another, generally just smiling at a camera, sometimes nude, more often clothed, though there ARE occasionally pics of naked women of different size having sex.

I've found that the Your Fantasies Unlimited format works very well with porn images to create short porn stories and novellas. And I'd like to claim that the Dylan Ryan/Penny Pax image alone was responsible for the plot of “Tiny, Big.” And it is a very evocative image, especially expressions on Penny and Dylan's faces – they really know how to act bondage.

But I have to admit, I had another source of inspiration, the work of the Swedish artist known only on Grigbertz. Here's his website with lots of drawings.  Grigbertz's stories almost always have a theme of short women, often elfin and ALWAYS naked and in bondage, generally with a mythical medieval background. Here's a very nice example of Grigbertz's artwork that fits what I've described.

In one of Grigbertz's storylines, women who don't reach a certain height by age 18 (or whatever the age of consent in Sweden is) are enslaved. The women are standard Grigbertz tinies, and they are enslaved by taller men and women, who molest them, much to everyone's great pleasure, including the tinies.

Well say no more. I didn't exactly copy Grigbertz's mythology, because what fun would that be? And in Grigbertz's case, it would be hard because his text is fragmentary and not well developed, based on what I've seen. Being a writer, I tend more toward text, for whatever reason. And I work out my ideas in greater detail. But Grigbertz's skill in communicating his fantasies with a few pencil lines is not to be ignored.

You can read my precis of my story on my Amazon page, but I have to filter it very heavily for Amazon's sake, plus I have to keep it brief. Here's the full story:

In the magical land of Corliandra, human beings are divided into three different body types: Tinies, three to four feet tall, averaging 3'6”, Normies who run five to 6 and a half feet tall, in short, human beings as we know them on Earth, for the most part, and Bigs, who grow to eight to nine feet tall, averaging eight and a half feet tall. Tinies, Normies and Bigs are not distinct species at all, they can interbreed. Tiny mothers can have Big children, Big mothers can have Tiny children, and the same with Normies. It's just a matter of which genes are dominant, with about one in five humans being Tinies, one in five being Bigs, and three in five being Normies.

All three groups get along together fine, because of the interbreeding. Most families are a mix of Tinies, Normie's and Bigs to one extent or another, especially large families.

This, the protagonist Laura is a Tiny, has a Normie brother, a Tiny mother and a Big father. And the protagonist Gina is a Big, with a Normie brother (just a coincidence) and a Big father and a Tiny mother. Both families are happy and healthy and love one another (though Normie brothers can be annoying, whether you are a Big or a Little).

The fact that both Laura and Gina have Tiny mothers and Big fathers is not coincidence: by tradition from time immemorial, Bigs sexually enslave Tinies when they turn 18. It's not an ironclad thing: sometimes Tinies enslave Bigs and sometimes Normies enslave Bigs, etc. etc. But mostly Bigs enslave Tinies, because that's how most Corliandrans are wired. Literally, they are magically/instinctively compelled to do these things, and to love one another afterward. (God, fantasy makes character-building easy. Why do they do it? Magic!)

The excitement of the action in Corliandra depends on Laura and Gina's relationship, what kind of fun sexual things they get up to and how they respond to them. But there's also the Your Fantasies Unlimited action in the real world. It turns out that things that happen in the fantasy world of Corliandra have some effect in the real world, and gives me some fun playing off my real-world characters against their fantasy world counterparts.

I guess what I'm saying is, get this book, or rent it using Kindle Unlimited (for free, in essence). It's one of my best works ever.

In future posts, I want to talk about how the cover was built, and I also want to talk about how I cast the characters to give them their voice and look. In the meantime, here's da blurb:

Laura was by all accounts the feistiest and talkiest Tiny in her village in the magical land of Corliandra. (But she wasn't the tallest, she was just an average Tiny at 3'6” tall.) And Laura was SURE she would never turn into a simpering love slave like most of the other Tinies did when they turned 18. She would never fall for some beautiful nine foot tall Big, because being a Big's love slave was so wrong, even if everyone else, including her Tiny mother and Big father, assured her that it was so very, very right.

But Tinies, Normies and Bigs all wanted Laura as their love slave, because she had a curvaceous body that along with her passionate personality, set lust lights glimmering in their eyes.

Gina was a Big at 8'6” tall, and she was the most accomplished huntress and archer in the village, and also quite beautiful. She loved to listen to Laura talk (Laura was a great and frequent public speaker). She dreamed of the day she would collar Laura and listen to her talk for hours, generally after Laura had used her tongue in other ways. And unknown to Gina, Laura had eyes for her, perhaps because of the grace with which Gina moved, or her knowing half smile that hinted at a tantalizing world inside Gina's shy exterior.

When Gina makes her move on Laura after she turns 18, Laura discovers the magic of love. Finally, Laura know the joys of being a Tiny love slave, and Gina knows the joys of having a Tiny love slave. And these discoveries may Somehow lead Laura and Gina into a whole new world of erotic possibility, of lesbian bondage, public nudity, erotic dance and bondage orgies, which may Change Everything – even in the real world outside Corliandra!

This novelette is just over 21,000 words long, and is Book Two in the “Your Fantasies Unlimited” series.

WARNING: This books is infested with humor, has a pleasant and fun approach to sex and sexuality, and contains graphic sexual content of the sort that those who enjoy graphic sexual content will enjoy. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

"The Adventures of Jinkie Jenkins: Interstellar Sex Reporter" To Be A Major Motion Picture! From Disney!

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