Nov 252020
So much better than the California Hotel down the road.

The next interactive book I wrote was supposed to be about aliens. For years I have kicked around an idea about female aliens attacking the Earth and enslaving the men. I had in mind something that was a cross between Wells’ War of the Worlds, Mars Attacks and Cinemax skin movies. Some days I pictured it as an anthology book like World War Z, and other days I imagine it as a short novella centered around one character. I could never quite decide.

This year I decided to finally stop speculating and just write it. I needed a subject for a short interactive erotica book and figured running from sexy aliens would do the trick. 2020 would be the year of the alien invasion!

As you can tell, it didn’t quite work out that way.

2020 has felt like an invasion already. COVID has us trapped at home, making targeted raids on grocery stores while guarding our mouths and noses from germ penetration. A sinister occupying force of heavily armed assholes called the police have been killing civilians without reason or mercy. An insane tyrant screams misinformation at us everyday through our phones and computers.

I don’t know about you, but I needed a fucking vacation. My thoughts turned away from marauding aliens and towards lovely hotels located in the Smoky Mountains. Instead of fighting for our lives, I wanted to meet new people and make friends. Most of all, I yearned for a little peaceful escapism.

Which is what I have created with “Work at the MILF Hotel.” You play Gregory, a young man who works at a very special hotel. The guests are all older women who need a little tender care. Gregory is an Attendant, a special role that takes care of the guests’ carnal needs. It is your first day and you are expected to work three shifts. Along the way, you will encounter other employees of the hotel and engage in some serious foreplay before attending to your next guest.

This is one of my more relaxed books. There is no danger and no abrupt. You can’t be killed or even fired.

This might also be my most vanilla work in awhile. If you like stories ground in the real world, then this is for you. There is some blackmail roleplay and a lot of women-in-charge, but the only spanking is by request. I have a witch performing a ritual and a certain mysterious encounter, but that is because you can’t get away from that stuff in the Smoky Mountains. trust me on that.

This book is shorter than my other interactive books. That is by design. I want to produce two or three of these books a year. As much as I love an epic story, I think there is more value in a book you can visit and enjoy a short vacation.

Start your vacation at the MILF Hotel here.

Nov 232020
Don’t worry, the guests will take good care of you.

To promote my newest book, I am posting the introduction here for you to enjoy.

In the eastern part of Tennessee, within the Smoky Mountains, located outside a small town of little renown, lies a very special hotel. It was founded in 1920 by Phryne Milford, an heiress who possessed a large amount of money and a much larger sexual appetite. She desired a place where women of a certain age could experience pampering and relaxation away from the judging eyes of the morally unadventurous. The guest list is very exclusive and remains that way to this day, one hundred years later.

The name of this secret place is the Milford Hotel, though the employees tend to refer to it with the vulgar name of the MILF Hotel.

You are Gregory Phipps, a young healthy man who has grown up in a small town in Tennessee. Despite being good-looking and charming, you have managed to avoid marrying too young. You aspire to travel and see the world but your dislike of sports has disqualified you from athletic scholarships. It appeared that the best you could hope for was getting a job at the local factory with your older brothers. They make tire hoists. You are still not sure what a tire hoist is.

Fortunately for you, your beloved Aunt Misty saw a different path for you. When you came of age, she sent a list of your qualifications to a friend of hers at the Milford Hotel. You received an invitation from the Hotel to apply in person a week before you were to start your job at the tire factory. Eager to avoid factory life, you packed your bags and Aunt Misty gave you a ride to the remote hotel.

The concierge of the hotel, Mrs. Winterslick, interviewed you. It was a bit unorthodox. First, you had to kiss her for half an hour, improving your technique with her gentle suggestions. Second, you stripped and allowed her to inspect your body. Finally, you got down on your knees and ate her hairy sex. Mrs. Winterslick said that you did okay, but the most important thing was that you were quick to take directions. You were offered a job and you gladly accepted.

You are now an Attendant at the Milford Hotel. It is your duty to serve the needs of the guests in a sexual manner. You completed the three-week training period where you assisted other Attendants in their duties. That meant you had to watch a lot of people having sex while you just stood there, but occasionally a guest wanted a third for a threesome and you were able to get a more hands-on experience.

Today is your first day of real service. You will work alone in attending to the guests’ needs. It is also your first real test to see if you have what it takes to be an Attendant. Perform well, and you may be offered a permanent position. Disappoint the clients, and you will find out what a tire hoist is after all.

Begin your day.

Nov 192020
Someone has to work it.

My latest interactive erotica book, “Work at the MILF Hotel” is available for reading on Amazon. You play Gregory, a young man who attends the guests at the secretive Milford Hotel. The clientele is exclusively older women who are looking to be pampered by handsome young men. And by pampered, I mean there is a lot of sex.

This might the gentlest of my interactive books. No one dies and the only body parts that ache are sore from having such a good time. In a time when no one is traveling, this book is pure escapism fantasy of working at a hotel and meeting sexy strangers.

Among the people you may meet at the Milford Hotel are a famous pop star from the early 2000’s, a stern chef, a shy voyeur, the Chief of Security from Tokyo, two insatiable best friends, a flirting gardener, a practicing witch, commanding Front Desk managers, a submissive with a blackmail fantasy, sexy maids, and one curvy gal that is craving some bath time.

You can purchase your copy of Work at the MILF Hotel here.

Nov 182020

Explorer’s Log: It is day thirty-six of my fifty day journey to the star system designated “The Queen Only Loves You When You’re Obeying,” by Royal Astronomers. I have worked out what was wrong with the air recycler and it is now operating at peak efficiency. The power cells were running hot and needed to be adjusted. The burnt pubic hair smell is still lingering and I pray to the Queen that it goes away soon.

This morning I received a message from a recreation barge. They inquired if I was interested in being a guest for something called, “a fan convention”. My explorations in the Interplanetary Championship Alliance has turned me into a minor celebrity. Apparently, the passengers on the ship want to know more about me.

It sounds strange, but the recreation barge has agreed to synchronize with my journey so I will not lose any travel time while visiting. They have also offered me food, the use of their luxury bathing suites and something called “commemorative swag”. In order to learn more about these unusual customs for the Queen, I will accept their invitation. End explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Getting off the ship means I can give the probe ship time to flush out the burnt pubic hair smell. I don’t quite understand what a fan convention is, but I imagine it will involve a lot of people worshiping me. Will there be statues made in my honor? Can I expect choirs to sing my praises? I can’t wait to see what kind of throne they make for me.

“Hello, Vaquel Di,” the Goxx male said. “I want to say something about your encounter with Ailynn, the Champion of Speed. I am a big fan of Ailynn and I thought her battle against the Jonner during the Finite Crisis was one of the best performances of any champion anywhere. The way she smashed through the Borbite Mountain to cause that avalanche was a brilliant use of her power, though I think she might have been more effective if she had doubled her momentum in order to fragment the boulders into smaller chunks.”

Vaquel Di shifted in her chair. The seat cushion reminded her of the thermal plating on her ship; cold and inflexible. The back wasn’t much better. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table in front of her. The microphone pointed at her face amplified the sigh from her lips.

Two hundred Goxx stared back at Vaquel as the male kept talking about a battle that Vaquel had never heard of. It was a sea of grey faces on the edge of their own uncomfortable seats. Some of them had dyed their mohawks the same shade of pink as Vaquel’s hair. A few were even dressed in homemade skintight suits that were decent imitations of Vaquel’s own outfits. All of them looked at her with rapt fascination.

“I noticed that when Ailynn carried you, she stood up straight and held you to her. That is interesting because when she met the Champion of Illusion, she had one foot back and to the side. I think she did that stance because of the height difference and also-“

Vaquel couldn’t believe that she put on her transparent purple spacesuit for this. She had been here for an hour and it had just been one long line of Goxx asking questions and sharing personal stories. They could barely see her heavy brown breasts. The table prevented anyone from admiring her pink pubic bush. This was not the worship she was expecting.

“And do you have a question?” said Kogeryn, seated to Vaquel’s left. She was the Goxx female who was moderating this ordeal. Vaquel admired how Kogeryn painted her mouth tusks pink.

“Oh, uh, yes,” the Goxx fan said. “What did Ailynn smell like?”

“Don’t really remember,” Vaquel said. A floating drone amplified her answer for the crowd. “Next question.”

The crushing look of disappointment on the fan’s gray face boosted Vaquel’s spirits. If these fans weren’t going to worship her properly, maybe it was up to her to teach them. It would give them a taste of what is expected when Vaquel’s Queen conquers them in the future.

A cute Goxx male took the place of the previous questioner. He wore a shirt that bore a cartoon image of Vaquel riding a rocket while naked. There was a look of awe in his eyes that Vaquel appreciated.

“Hello, Vaquel Di,” the Goxx said. “My question, is-“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Vaquel said. She stood up and the microphone drone followed her. Using the chair as a step, Vaquel climbed onto the table. She put her hands on her hips and assumed her best commanding stance.

“Is there something wrong?” Krogeryn asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” Vaquel said. “I’m just not going to answer any more questions without a proper tribute first. You, come over here and play with my pussy. If it is a good question, I’ll let you touch my bare skin.”

The fan looked at the moderator. Krogeryn’s face flushed to a lighter shade of grey.

“We don’t do these kinds of things in public,” Krogeryn said. “When it comes to sexual pleasure, we prefer to keep that private.”

“What are you talking about?” Vaquel asked. “The first time I met a Champion, I fucked him in front of an arena full of people. Every other champion I have fucked, there have been camera drones broadcasting it to everyone. Your entire Alliance has seen me fuck.”

“Yes, but everything that the Champions do is considered public knowledge,” Krogeryn explained. “The public has a right to every detail of a Champion’s life. The same doesn’t apply to non-Champions. Sexual contact is a private thing.”

“Wait, are you telling me that you don’t have media of non-champions fucking each other?”

Krogeryn shook her head. “Why would we?”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “No wonder your species is obsessed with Champions. They are the only sex you get to watch. That is almost too sad to think about.”

“I’m not sure why anyone would want to see other people fuck,” Krogeryn said. Addressing the fan at the head of the ling, “With that settled, why don’t you ask Vaquel your question?”

“No, no,” Vaquel interrupted. “I can’t help it if your species is too prudish. I have needs, and if I am going to answer any more questions, I am going to have to get this pussy rubbed. Besides, don’t you want to massage the same orifice that Champions have fucked?”

“I don’t think you understand,” Krogeryn said.

“Actually, I would like to do that a lot,” the fan said.

“See? Let’s give the fans what they want,” Vaquel said.

Several snorts came from the assembled Goxx. Vaquel understood that the snorts were how they showed appreciation. As the snorts grew, Krogeryn’s shoulders slumped down.

“Okay, if you really want to,” Krogeryn said.

The fan smiled nervously and approached Vaquel. His head came up to Vaquel’s crotch. He reached up and pressed his fingers against the transparent purple material covering her sex.

Vaquel groaned. The fan used two fingers to rub her sex up and down. The thin material stretched as he pushed down. The tips of his fingers just barely penetrated her sex lips.

“Not bad,” Vaquel said. She tried to look impassive but her hips were moving in time to the alien’s fingers. “Go a little slower and push harder.”

The fan did as she asked. His fingers grinded against her moving pussy lips. The thin spacesuit was getting soaked.

Every Goxx in the audience stared silently. Many had shocked looks on their faces but others smiled as if discovering a new delight. A few shifted uncomfortably and tried to subtly adjust their pants. No one looked away.

Vaquel looked at Krogeryn. The cute Goxx woman clenched her tablet tightly. The snouted nostrils flared. She was unconsciously moving her head up and down in sync with the fan’s fingers.

“This is adequate,” Vaquel said. “Ask your question.”

The fan licked his lips and kept rubbing Vaquel’s crotch.

“What was the best thing you ate when you met the Champion of Cooking?” the fan asked.

“That’s a good question,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button on her belt. A seam opened over her sex. The audience gasped at her brazenness. The fan’s fingers wiggled past the purple material and into her sex. The thick fingers disappeared inside her pink bush of pubic hair.

“It was definitely her pussy,” Vaquel said. She grabbed a handful of her breast and squeezed. “Though the stuff covering her tits were nice too. But yeah, I am going to go with her pussy. You can take your fingers back now.”

The fan sighed but he removed them from Vaquel’s pussy. He held his slick fingers up so everyone could see. The audience snorted in approval.

“Okay, that was different,” Krogeryn said. “Now that your needs have been met, maybe you should cover your sex again?”

“Who said my needs were met?” Vaquel said. She let go of her breast and put her hands on her hips. A drop of pussy juice fell from her sex and splattered on the table. “The same rules apply. If you want your question answered, you have to give me tribute first. Who’s next?”

A female Goxx was next in line. A pink wig sat on her head. She raised her hand timidly.

Vaquel squatted down on the table. Her thighs were spread wide. She grabbed her breasts through her flimsy spacesuit and lifted them. The dark nipples were visible under the transparent purple.

“Come on up and play with my tits,” Vaquel said.

The Goxx woman looked to the audience who nodded back. Reassured, the fan walked over to Vaquel and stretched out her hands. It was like she was trying to stay as far back as possible. The large hands easily cupped Vaquel’s plentiful globes. She squeezed one tit and then the other. The fan visibly relaxed and took a step closer. She kneaded the breasts with increasing interest.

“Nice, nice,” Vaquel said. “You may ask your question.”

“When you helped the Champion of Math with the unknown entity from another realm, did you notice if he was wearing blue boots or his special white ones?”

Vaquel looked down at the woman kneading her breasts. “That is not a good question. Go look it up yourself. I was too busy trying to get laid and staying alive to notice. You have lost the right to touch my tits. Go away.”

The Goxx woman sighed and released Vaquel’s tits. Someone in the crowd shouted that the boots were white. A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd.

Vaquel was annoyed. She clapped her hands in the air to get everyone’s attention.

“Listen up!” Vaquel shouted. “No more questions about what Champions were wearing, what they smelled like or who had the best hair! From now on, I am only answering questions about me!”

A few of the Goxx stepped out of the line. A handful remained.

“Okay, uh, next question,” Krogeryn said.

A Goxx woman wearing one of the imitation spacesuits approached the microphone drone. The laser pistol on her hip was an exact replica of the kind Vaquel carried. The fan smiled nervously before asking her question.

“Vaquel Di would you mind rubbing my stomach?”

“Absolutely not!” Krogeryn said. “That is inappropriate to ask!”

“No, it’s fine,” Vaquel said. “I’ll do it.”

“I can’t let this happen,” Krogeryn said. “It goes against every convention protocol.”

“Write a new protocol,” Vaquel said. “This is a convention about me, right? We do things my way and my way involves a lot of touching. You, get over here!”

The fan clapped her hands and ran over to Vaquel. She unzipped the top of her jumpsuit. Large grey breasts popped free, but the crowd whistled when they saw the bulges of her abdominal muscles.

Vaquel hopped off the table. She pressed her hand against the alien’s stomach. The fan moaned loudly. Vaquel rubbed her hand in a slow circle.

“Oh fuck,” the fan moaned.

“You like that, don’t you?” Vaquel said. “What if I use my nails and dig in just a little?”

“Oh yessss,” the fan hissed. His abdominal muscles clenched and quivered.

Krogeryn tried to regain control of the panel. “I understand your species does not have this erogenous zone?”

“That’s right,” Vaquel said. “I mean, I am sure some do, but it is not as universal as it with your kind. I could get you off if I kept doing this, right?”

The fan nodded her head vigorously.

“So, your breasts are your primary erogenous zones?” Krogeryn asked.

“My tits, my ass, my neck and my inner thighs,” Vaquel said. She kept rubbing the fan’s belly. “Though to be honest, my whole body is sensitive if it is the right hand or the right mouth.”

The fan shuddered. She grabbed Vaquel’s shoulder for support. There was another shudder and then a moan.

“That’s enough for you,” Vaquel said. She took her hand away from the alien’s stomach. As the fan let out one last moan, Vaquel slapped her ass. The fan squealed and quickly rejoined the crowd.

“Next question!” Krogeryn said. “And remember to keep it respectful, people. Vaquel is our guest!”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel said, sitting back on the table. She idly played with her crotch. “Keep it dirty.”

The next fan was a male. Twin bulges strained against his pants. He carried a large box that he set down before speaking.

“Thank you, Vaquel,” the fan said. “I just want to say that I am a big fan and I have watched all of your adventures. Your journey through Interplanetary Championship Alliance space has been an inspiration to me. I brought a gift that I made with my own hands. Can I give it to you?”

“Is it a dildo?” Vaquel asked.

“Uh, no,” the fan said.

Vaquel sighed. “Fine, what is it?”

The fan picked up the box and carried it to the table Vaquel was sitting on. He set it down and pressed a button. The box walls disintegrated to reveal the gift.

It was a lifelike statue of Vaquel. She was standing with her hands on her hips in a red spacesuit. The spacesuit around her stomach was bare to show smooth brown skin. An imitation glassteel helmet encased her cute little head.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. It was a statue! It was only half-a-meter tall but she got her statue! She thought the ass looked a little too big but she didn’t care. It was a proper fucking statue.

“Do you like it?” the fan said. “I carved it out of polymass and-“

“Take your pants off,” Vaquel said.

“What?” the fan said.

“What?” Krogeryn yelled.

“Take off your pants and fuck me,” Vaquel said. She walked around to the side of the table and pressed another button on her belt. All of the purple suit below her waist receded into her belt. She bent over the table and wiggled her brown ass.

The fan reached for his pants, hesitated and then looked to the moderator.

“No, no, no!” Krogeryn said.

“Ask them,” Vaquel said, waving to the watching crowd. “Do you want to see this statue-maker get his reward and fuck the same pussy that Champions have fucked?”

“YES!” the crowd roared. Snorts of approval echoed through the hall.

Vaquel smiled at Krogeryn. “The fans have spoken.”

The statue-making fan tore open his pants. Twin cocks surged forth from his crotch. He swiftly walked up to Vaquel and took his phalluses in both hands. Looking at her Vaquel’s single vagina, he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Don’t worry, I worked this out,” Vaquel said. She rubbed her sex and then her thighs. Pussy juices glistened on her dark skin. “Stick your top cock in my cunt and fuck my thighs with your other cock.”

“Yes, Vaquel Di,” the fan said. He pushed the head of his top phallus to her sex lips. The broad tip pushed inside of her. His lower cock slid between her thick thighs.

Vaquel closed her legs around the fan’s lower organ. She moaned as his top cock filled her slick sex. The thick phallus reached deep inside of her.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “Don’t you dare pull out until you make me come.”

“Yes, Vaquel Di,” the fan said. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. His broad pelvis flattened her round ass with every thrust.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Krogeryn said. “They are never going to let me moderate a panel again.”

“Then, unh, you might, unh, as well, uhn, enjoy it,” Vaquel said between thrusts.

“What do you mean?” Krogeryn asked. “How can I enjoy this flagrant display of sex?”

“You people, uhn, don’t have oral sex, unh, so get on this table, oh fuck, and let me eat you. Oh fuck that feels nice. You can, oh yes, tell these fans, uhn, what it is like.”

A gasp went through the crowd, followed by snorts of approval.

“I couldn’t,” Krogeryn said as she stood up. “I will be banned from future Champion conventions.”

She walked around the table to where Vaquel was being fucked.

“Actually, I am probably already banned for what has happened so far,” Krogeryn said.

Vaquel moaned and patted the table in front of her. “Quit, oh fuck, stalling.”

Krogeryn looked at the crowd. She looked back at Vaquel’s pussy and thighs getting pummeled by the fan. A loud sigh escaped her snout and she pulled down her pants. The crowd snorted with excited approval as she climbed onto the table and spread her legs in front of the hedonistic brown alien.

Vaquel looked down on Krogeryn’s twin sex lips. There were bare of hair and remarkably smooth. She kissed the top pussy and then the bottom. Krogeryn’s thighs quivered when she kissed the lower sex, so Vaquel lingered there and took a lick.

“By the Icons!” Krogeryn gasped.

“What is it like?” someone shouted from the audience.

“It is hard to describe Vaquel Di’s tongue,” Krogeryn said. “It is like a slick finger, but smaller and-Oh! It is so much quicker. She’s pressing her face into my pussy. I can feel her breathing on me. Her tongue is twisting and licking faster than I can keep up!”

The Goxx fucking Vaquel grunted. His lower cock popped free of Vaquel’s thighs and he stopped thrusting. She reached down and grabbed the thick head. The alien resumed fucking as Vaquel held onto his lower member. He pushed in and out of the grip of her hand while also pounding her sex.

Vaquel moaned into Krogeryn’s pussy. She used her free hand to finger the moderator’s upper pussy. One finger was joined by a second and a third inside the alien cunt. Juices flowed from the higher pussy and dripped down to Vaquel’s mouth sealed over the lower sex.

“This is incredible,” Krogeryn said. “Vaquel’s mouth is wet and so soft! I feel her teeth but they are not sharp points like our tusks. She’s grinding her face into my sex and her nose is rubbing against me! Evolution fucked us over by giving us tusks! We could be doing this every day!”

One of the Goxx males in the audience stood up and came closer to the stage. Another Goxx male joined him. Two women stood up and then the entire audience pushed forward. Everyone wanted to see this novel pleasure up close.

Vaquel felt their eyes upon her. She lifted her head from Krogeryn’s pussy and blew them a kiss with glistening lips. As the crowd watched, she pulled her fingers out of Krogeryn’s upper pussy and pushed them into her lower one. As Krogeryn cried out, Vaquel dived down onto the upper pussy and licked as hard as she could.

“Fuck!” Krogeryn cried. She slammed a hand on the table. Her hips rose to me push back on Vaquel’s mouth and fingers. Krogeryn shook her head from side to side, too lost in pleasure to keep narrating.

The Goxx fucking Vaquel let out a low growl. His fingers dug into Vaquel’s hips. He stopped, and then delivered a hard thrust followed by another before opening his mouth wide.

Twin blasts of seed erupted from the Goxx’s cocks. One hot load shot deep into Vaquel’s pussy. The other sprayed onto Vaquel’s hands and onto the floor.

A blast of hot liquid splattered Vaquel’s back. It was the thick musk that Goxx males vomited during orgasm. She thanked the Queen that she was still wearing her spacesuit on her back. That shit lingered for days on her skin. She had forgotten all about the musk these fuckers sprayed.

Vaquel froze in her licking. The Goxx females sprayed their musk through their pussies.

“Oh shit,” Vaquel swore.

Krogeryn grabbed the back of Vaquel’s head. She pressed Vaquel tight against her sexes as she cried out. Broad grey thighs closed around Vaquel’s head.

Double blasts of musk launched into Vaquel’s face. She clamped her eyes and mouth shut as the thick liquid clung to her face. The feminine scent overwhelmed her nose and seemed to fill her lungs.

Vaquel rose from Krogeryn’s open thighs. The moderator was panting on the table and staring at the ceiling. The Goxx fan pulled out from Vaquel’s pussy and hand, spilling more seed down Vaquel’s legs. Vaquel stood up and walked around the side of the table to give the assembled audience a better look at her.

“Any more questions or requests?” Vaquel asked.

Every hand in the audience rose.

Nov 162020

The United States of Arugula: How We Became a Gourmet Nation by David Kamp is a 2006 book about American eating habits. In particular, how we went from a dull meat and potatoes country that valued TV dinners over cooking, to a society that eats sushi, organic meats and arugula. It places the credit at the feet of chefs and the food celebrities in a book that is remarkably breezy for such a big topic.

Kamp starts with the big three, Julia Child, James Beard and food critic Craig Clairborne. He details how these three dropped into the culinary scene with a splash that was powered primarily by newspaper articles and cookbooks. From these three he moves on to Alice Waters and the organic movement in California, and then onto other celebrity chefs like Wolfgang Puck. He details the challenges people had about cuisine and the massive force of will it took to get farms and growers to create the produce and meats we take for granted today. It is a fascinating story.

I had a lot of fun reading this book. It is a gossipy affair, detailing the rise of cooking cultural icons with plenty of snark and backhanded compliments from friends and foes alike. Every other page has a great story that says so much about the large personalities involve. I lost track of how many times I would seek out my wife and read her a passage because it was too funny not to share.

If I had one criticism, it is that I think the impact of the Food Network, as well as dozens of PBS chefs is underplayed. Growing up in the south, I has no interest in a lot of food until I saw it on television first. The original iron Chef demystified a lot of Asian cooking and shows like Good Eats and Yan Can Cook encouraged me to dip my toes where I would normally be afraid to go.

Still, it is a minor complaint about a book that had me laughing for days. I highly recommend it.

Nov 132020

It is 8:30 in the morning. My wife is in the living room, logging into her daily conference call. She has been working from home since February. The television goes quiet and I know her call has started.

I am in the back of the apartment in the second bedroom. My work computer is set up at the desk. Technically, I am on the clock for my job but at the moment, I am standing at the window. My hand is in my sweatpants, toying with my dick.

Across from my apartment is a line of trees. Just beyond those Maple trees is another apartment complex. On the second floor is a window where the blinds are pulled halfway up. Due to the arrangement of trees, you can only see the window from my window.

A woman steps into view. Well, partial view. The blinds conceal her face. She is wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt. It is pretty much exactly like my work clothes for the past year.

There is a crack in the blinds as she peeks through.

That’s my cue. I pull down my pants. My hard cock is ready. I spit in my hand and stroke my shaft.

The woman reaches into her sweatpants. She forms a tent with her hand. The bulge moves as she strokes herself.

I shudder. My lips are clenched to prevent a groan. I wonder about that unseen pussy in the apartment across from mine. Does she shave? Is it furry? I may never know.

My bedroom door is closed. The excuse is that sometimes my wife uses her speakerphone and the Midwest accents of her coworkers are too distracting. It is a good story, but the door is unlocked and my wife never knocks. Disaster could happen at any moment.

The woman in the other apartment pulls up her shirt. Small breasts flash me from her window. The shirt stays up as she pinches a nipple. I think she has her shirt bottom in her mouth.

I stroke harder. The hand in her pants moves faster.

Who is she? I don’t know. She is here every morning. Well, at least during the week. Is she single? Is she working from home as well? Is there a spouse? Does her spouse work from home like mine? Is her spouse on the same work call as my wife?

She pulls on her nipple. I let my mouth hang open in a silent moan; knowing that she watches my face from behind the crack in the blinds. I pump my cock with hard strokes.

None of my questions matter. 2020 has been an awful year, but this little illicit act of intimacy has given me something to look forward to. It has given me a daily adventure in a world that has shrunk to my apartment. Jerking off with a total stranger has been the best part of a really shitty time.

Still, it would be nice to see her face when I come. Oh well, those are nice tits.

I come. My seed splatters the window. I make a mess as I show my lust.

The woman comes. It has happened so many times that I recognize the signs. Her hips buck, the movement in her pants quickens and then stops. She does a slight twist to her nipple as she rides out her orgasm.

We are done. She pulls her shirt down and takes her hand out of her pants. I wave, and she waves back. She steps away from the window while I get the Windex and paper towels.

My wife has yet to notice how clean the windows are in this room.

Nov 092020

Blood Machines is a science fiction short movie. It looks and feels like an 80’s issue of Heavy Metal come to life. Which means it looks great, has some cool moments along with some questionable taste. For a movie that ends with a female-empowering moment, it sure spends a lot of time treating women like shit. Maybe that is the point, but I am not sure if it carries it off or I am just projecting it onto the movie. All in all, it is a mixed bag and I am still not sure if I like it or not.

The soundtrack, however, is awesome. It goes from epic to ominous to epic again with some tension back to epic and almost post-orgasmic bliss. Yeah, I like it. It is my writing rotation for anything science fiction related.

Nov 082020

After four long years, President Orange Shit-stain is finally defeated. It has been a heck of a week.

Election night was scary as I realized that yep, half of the country is still racist as fuck. It is baffling to me that in the middle of a pandemic, so many people want to stay with the bleach-injector guy. I stayed up until midnight, taking small comfort that Georgia and North Carolina was competitive and Arizona was kicking ass.

My dreams that night were stressful.

Wednesday was a bit better and Thursday was more so. There was a scene in a Red Dwarf novel where Lister has to shoot a rocket into an asteroid that needed to bounce off another planetary body in order to save the ship. He fired the rocket, but because space is big, it took several days for the results to play out. His life was at stake, but all he could do was slowly watch things move at astronomical speeds. I thought about that scene a lot the last two days.

My intention was to write during this time but you know, the brain just didn’t want to cooperate. I have a story for Vaquel all plotted out and 1/3 done, but I just couldn’t make my brain work. The best I did was proofread my next interactive book and even that was slow going.

Friday was funny. I knew Biden was going to win, but I was just waiting for the final word. We all knew it. The Orange Shit-stain knew it. Articles were being written about White House staff drawing straws to figure out who was going to tell the Shit-stain to grow up. It was nice, but it was a muted joy.

Then came Saturday. I was about to head out to the store when Twitter started screaming with joy. I flipped on the news and there it was, Biden was the winner. People were dancing in the street. The Orange Shit-Stain’s lawyer was having a press conference at a landscaping place for the some reason. Joe Scarborough was solemnly congratulating Biden while hoping we forgot about how much free airtime he gave the Shit-Stain back in 2016. Gritty memes filled Twitter. Something bloomed in my heart and I realized it was joy.

Randomly, I was reminded of something a Bush official said way back before we invaded Iraq. “They will greet us as liberators.” That was bullshit, but it felt real now. We have been liberated. The petty tyrant and his twitter feed was on his way out. We have moved out of the abusive family home. We have packed our bags and moved out while the psycho spouse was at work. We are free.

Of course, I know he will be around for ten more weeks but there are already changes. Twitter has turned his feed into a long list of content warnings. Fox News is wondering if he will grow up and act like an adult. Biden spoke to the country like a man who owns a heart. It feels good.

There is also the Senate. Goddamn, 2020, you just don’t let up. The Georgia runoffs will need to be dealt with. It is time to work our asses off. We can’t afford to slack off, but we can still have room for a little joy.

Now hopefully I can get back to writing space porn.

Oct 262020

Dearest Mackenzie,

This cursed pandemic has separated us for far too long. I miss binding your charming body. I miss tormenting your lovely breasts. I miss being the architect of your pleasure. Most of all, I miss your submission.

Last week I requested that you send me your favorite vibrator and you dutifully obeyed. I broke the vibrator down and inside my Hedonius Librarius and extracted its essential aura. I did the same thing with the red nipple clamps that I made you wear when you last came to visit, as well as the velvet glove that I used to explore your body. Last, through great personal exertion, I managed to create a sensory simulacrum of my cock.

I combined these potent qualities into the condom that is included with this letter. You no doubt have already sensed its potent enchantment. Tonight, take this condom inside your sacred circle along with a dildo. Slip the condom over the dildo and then slip the dildo inside your blessed cunt. Thrust six times while chanting the secret name that you call me. Afterward, remove the condom and set it aside in a safe place.

What is the purpose of this spell? It is simple, my most treasured one. Every time I touch my cock, the magic will activate. Your nipples will be pinched by invisible clamps. An unseen glove will caress your body. The ghost of my thick cock will fill your sex. Familiar vibrations will wash over your pussy.

The sensation will stop when I let go of my cock. You may also stop the sensations by having an orgasm. The only other way to stop it would be to cut the condom in half, but that would completely cancel the spell and then you would be without my touch once more.

I do realize that this gift of mine may be difficult at times. You do a lot of video conference calls for your job and the experience of having your nipples cruelly pinched will be distracting. I also know that you like to unwind with a good video game or two and your performance will certainly suffer if a velvet hand were to touch your ass. It is a good thing that you must limit your travel during this pandemic or else a sudden cock thrust inside your pussy would be quite hard to conceal while in public.

But I suspect these hardships will be a small price to pay for the intimate knowledge of knowing every time that I touch my cock. Any inconvenience will be washed away by the powerful vibrations of your former vibrator. Your submission to my whims is worth future embarrassments.

Remember, the only way to earn a temporary respite is to give yourself an orgasm. This will neutralize the enchantment for thirty-six minutes. After that, another touch of my cock will activate the magic once more.

Your Master,

Oct 232020

The Tindalos Asset is the third book in the Tinfoil Dossier series by Caitlin Kiernan. Horrible aquatic incidents are happening around the world and a shadowy secret government agency knows that something terrible is about to rise out of the ocean and it all because of a crazed serial killer with a hard on for Cthulhu. Options are limited so they are reactivating a burned out agent who barely survived her last encounter with the serial killer.

You know, it pains me to see this series is inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft because that does a disservice to how incredibly creative and creepy Kiernan is. Most Lovercraftian writers are imitators, where as Kiernan brings a deep science background and a knack for truly alien weird fiction. her characters are queer, dark and deeply human in a way Lovecraft was never able to obtain.

The other thing I greatly enjoy in this series is that the shadowy government agency that is fighting to save humanity is just as byzantine, mysterious and outright lacking in humanity as the cults they fight. It is X-Files as if existing in a Thomas Ligotti world and peopled with John le Carre’s deeply compromised characters.

This book, like every book in the series, is a wonderful work of art. It is also complex as fuck. Each chapter starts in a different time period from the one before, and if you are like me, you better take notes. The complexity is a plus for me as it adds to the feeling of working your way through a damn mysterious world. The heroes in these stories are lucky to survive, much less defeat whatever horror they must face.

The books are also blissfully short. This helps a lot because you are going to want to set aside a day to read them in their entirety. They are also filled with “Holy shit” moments and concepts that will stick with you for a long time. I highly recommend them this Halloween season.