Sep 212017
 

Hot Cop walks through the dessert looking like he will die at any moment.. He comes across two little girls selling lemonade in front of their town. Hot Cop drinks their lemonade without paying and the girls start to cry. This may be Hot Cop’s best bad-ass moment.

The leader of the town comes out and welcomes Hot Cop to Cronenberg. Oh dear. Anything referencing David Cronenberg should be an instant warning to run the hell away if you want to keep looking human.

The town’s Cult Leader shows Hot Cop to the town and explains how everything is a paradise and everyone is pretty and there is nothing to worry about and because Hot Cop is Hot Cop, he believes it all.

Grace meanwhile tracks down Hot Cop. She finds him Cronenberg and tries to get Hot Cop to follow her but nope, Hot Cop is burned out and just wants to settle down with the cult. Conflict!

Of course not everything is cool in Cronenberg. grace finds out there is a lot of noxious gases that have brainwashed people e as well as making the people of Cronenberg look like, well, characters from a Cronenberg movie. Hot Cop isn’t believing it and Cult Leader has Grace dumped in a toxic pit. Oh noes!

Luckily for Hot Cop and Grace, the REAL hero of the show, Slink, has been fired from Blood Drive by the CEO of Heart. He is scheduled to be executed but first he has to go through severance with HR. Once again, the evil bureaucracy of heart is a delight and even more of a delight when S;link murders an accountant who really should have saw it coming. Slink makes a last ditch effort to keep his job by tracking down Grace and Hot Cop to recruit them for a final mission.

Which means we get to see Slink come to Cronenberg and it is glorious. Slink has a gas mask so we get to see the lemonade the girls sell is dog piss and that the pretty houses are shitty shacks. Slink stabs his way into the church and although I have no doubt he could murder-spree the whole town, Slink is a showman so he has to engage the Cult Leader in a preach-ff and it is wonderful. No one talks like Slink and I wish he was a real person so I could join his cult of personality.

Meanwhile, Hot Cop and Grace nearly die but they declare their love for each other. Aww. Oh, they also agree to help Slink and rejoin the Blood Drive. Yay!

Oh yeah, Tortured Cop and Evil Robot Woman escaped Heart with a cool scene where they used an 80’s style video game interface to pick their car.  Aki had to stay behind because she has an Anti-Running-Away device. The two Stockholm lovers have to separate. Sad.

All in all, it was a fun episode of Blood Drive. The cult was truly nuts and having Arthur gassed and going along was actually fun. Slink’s rescue was amazing and grace is always a bucket of pissy sunshine to everyone she meets.

Other thoughts,

It is kind of a shame that literally minutes after having an epiphany about his martyrdom, Hot Cop goes back to being stupidest man in the apocalypse due to Cronenberg gas.

Grace and Hot Cop were covered in cement mud and that was not a bad thing to see at all.

What was up with the CEO sucking on a lollipop like Grace does? We have already seen him with pink nail polish. Is obsessed with Grace because he wants to be Grace?

Evil Robot and Tortured Cop are shown sleeping on two police desks pushed together to make a bed. This bugged me for way too long as I tried to figure out if that was remotely comfortable.

 

Jul 172017
 

This a fan fiction story featuring adult performer Jay Taylor in the Zombies Run universe.  All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. Jay Taylor’s hottness is the property of Jay Taylor. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended. if you like exercising while listening to a zombie apocalypse drama, I highly reccomend Zombies Run. If you like sexy girls, I reccomend Jay Taylor porn.

“You’re doing good, Runner 5. The entire camera system for the village is back up and running. The router you reconnected seemed to do the trick. I can’t believe one raccoon could cause so much damage.”

Sam Yao cycled quickly through the different camera feeds. There was the empty village square. There was the cleaned-out grocery store. There was the main road leading north. There were the burned remains of the bus. There was Runner 5’s cute butt inside the electronic store.

Sam zoomed in. All of the runners were in great shape but Runner 5’s ass was a fantastic example of female beauty. The running shorts clung to her bottom and were soaked in sweat. He had a brief fantasy of cleaning the sweat from her ass with his tongue.

“No, no,” Sam said to himself. Stay professional. The runners relied on him to be their eyes and ears. He couldn’t perv on Runner 5 just because she was the hottest woman still alive in the zombie apocalypse. It wasn’t right and Runner 5 had saved the lives of Abel Township hundreds of times.

Sam turned on the mic again. “Thank you again for doing this quick mission. I know you would rather be back here for the Founding Day festival but you know how it is. As soon as we lose camera coverage somewhere, it means it might be a prelude to an attack. Since it was just a raccoon who likes to chew wires, you can come back now.

Runner 5 turned around and faced the camera. She shook her head in the negative. Her ponytail bounced behind her.

Sam became a hundred times more alert. “What is the matter? Did you find something? Is it Van Ark again?”

Runner 5 looked up at him with her enigmatic expression. She grabbed the bottom of her sports bra with both hands and pulled it up to reveal her sexy small breasts. Pulling the bra over her head, she tossed it to the side and grabbed her breasts. Her fingers pulled at her nipples.

“Oh no,” Sam groaned. She was doing it again.

Runner 5 smiled. Her high cheekbones almost glowed when she smiled. She licked her lips and gently rolled her nipples in her fingers.

Sam glanced at the shed door. He rolled his chair towards the door and turned the lock. If the Major came by, he would just tell her that it was an accident that he locked the door. She might even believe him.

“Sam,” Runner 5 said through his headset. “Do you want ass or more tits?”

Sam’s heart raced. Runner 5 almost never spoke. To hear her say his name gave him an instant erection. He rolled back over to the monitors and watched.

“Ass,” he answered.

Runner 5 nodded and turned around. She hooked her fingers into either side of her shorts and slowly pulled them down. Her hips wiggled back and forth as the shorts slowly exposed her perfect ass centimeter by centimeter.

A memory flashed. Sam was sitting in this very chair while Runner 5 sat in his lap. She had her shorts off then, and she wiggled and squirmed on top of his hard erection. Around and round she grinded her perfect ass until he came in his pants. That was the best Christmas.

On screen, Runner 5 pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them. She grabbed her ass with both hands. Her fingers sunk into her firm flesh and pulled. He could see the tight ring of her asshole.

“Holy shit,” Sam moaned.

Runner 5 licked her finger and pressed it to her asshole. She rubbed the outside of her asshole and Sam could easily imagine that it was his tongue. As her finger moved, Sam could almost taste her.

There was movement on another monitor. It was a zombie. The zombie was leaning against the wreck of the bus. Maybe it was trying to walk into it.

He turned back to Runner 5. She was grabbing her ass while her hips rolled. Fuck, she was hot.

“You turn me on so much, Runner 5,” Sam groaned. “I love watching your ass. I would love to bury my face in it. I would cover your butt in kisses and then I would lick your ass. I would fuck your asshole with my tongue. I want to taste every bit of you.”

Runner 5 moaned. Her butt clenched and all those wonderful muscles flexed along her butt.

“I would fuck your ass, if you let me,” Sam said. “I would be so gentle. I would slip inside you so carefully until I was deep inside you. Oh, I wouldn’t last long. I would try to hold back but it would only take a few thrusts before I came deep in your sexy butt.”

Runner 5 groaned. She leaned forward over the counter. She spread her legs and Sam could see the edge of her hairy bush. He zoomed in closer as she plunged her fingers into her wet pussy.

Now it was Sam’s turn to moan. Runner 5 fingered herself while her ass continued to clench. Her hips rolled as she humped against the counter.

“I wish I was there to fuck you,” Sam said. “I love your ass but I know your pussy would be perfect. It would be so warm and tight. I would bury myself deep in your cunt and fuck the hell out of you.

“Sam,” Runner 5 moaned. “I don’t hear you jacking off.”

He knocked over the pile of mission papers by the fan. Under the pile was a lunch box. Inside the lunch box was a pile of chip boards but hidden deep under them was a tiny bottle of lube.

Sam pulled his pants down and squirted the lube into his hand. It was almost empty. That was no problem. He was sure Runner 5 would bring him some more.

Runner 5 turned around. Sam gasped at the sight of her hairy bush. She had her fingers deep inside her as she leaned back against the counter. Her mouth hung open as she moaned and Sam had a quick fantasy of filling her mouth with cock.

Sam grabbed his hard cock with his lubed hand. He groaned loudly and Runner 5 smiled on the screen. He pumped his cock with a mad fury.

They didn’t talk as they masturbated but that didn’t mean that they were quiet. Sam knew that she could hear the wet sound of his cock getting jacked with lube. He could hear her groan with every thrust of her fingers. Their breathing got louder and louder as they came closer to orgasm.

Sam came first. He always did. When it came to Runner 5, he had no staying power. He came and he came loudly as he shouted his pleasure.

Runner 5 smiled at the camera as he came. She kept smiling as her fingers stroked her pussy to orgasm. She cried out and grabbed her tit as she came. Her slender body shook as she rode the aftershocks of her climax.

“Oh Jay, I have made quite the mess.” Sam groaned when he could speak again. He winced as he realized that he used her name on the comm line. That was a big no-no. Then again, so was using the surveillance system to masturbate together.

Runner 5 laughed and brought her fingers to her mouth. She licked her fingers slowly, putting on a show for Sam. It was amazing how much she could get into her mouth. When she was finished, she looked at him with an intense sultry look.

Sam knew what that meant. She was still horny. Everyone knew how brave and quick Runner 5 was but only Sam knew how insatiable she could be. Well, maybe some of the other runners knew. And the doctor. Okay, probably the motorcycle guy. Still, most people didn’t know what a fantastic slut she could be.

“If you can get it up when I come back,” she said, “how about I suck you off?”

Sam swallowed. His tender cock throbbed. “Well, then all I have to say to that is RUN.”

 

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May 102017
 

I started keeping a log of how much time I spend writing a day. I don’t really have a goal in mind as much as I want to know just how much time I actually spend versus time I thought I spent.

This is the sort of record keeping that I have always resented in the past but now that I want to finish this giant Haunted House CYOA before Halloween, I am very curious. If I fail at that goal, I want to be able to look back and figure out why.  I am brutally honest in my records on why I stopped writing and it has created some interesting trends. Comic book day is hard to write. Days that I am depressed as hard to write. This kind of data is nice to have as I can form strategies for dealing with it.

The best result of this is when big legitimate reasons for missing my writing time occur, I have it written down. I usually get frustrated with my slow progress but now I can point at a block of time and go, “No one is getting shit done when they have to spend all their time dealing with health insurance.” I haven’t had a guilt episode since this record keeping and that is very nice for me.

Record keeping has also made me very aware of my writing habits. I tend to write in twenty minute bursts and then have an urge to be distracted. The act of stopping a timer every time I want to be distracted makes me very aware that I am sabotaging myself. Since I have recorded my writing time, I have managed to extend my usual writing burst to an hour before I need some sort of distraction break.

Right now I am using an Excel spreadsheet where I list the date, minutes logged writing and any notes of the day. I have to stress that I have fought this kind of detailed record keeping at every job I have held but now, I find it so useful.

I recommend you give it a try too.

 

Apr 172017
 

On of my biggest interests is hoaxes. To me a hoax is not just a lie or a forgery, it is usually an attempt to introduce a weird idea, like a mermaid in Fiji or a secret Conspiracy of Nice People, and make it seem just plausible enough that you know it is unlikely, but you kind of hope that it is true. I like the idea of introducing magic and mystery to the world.

I have tried my hand and small hoaxes in the past but nothing of a grand scale. In the back of my mind, I was always gathering ideas for the Big Hoax but never found my inspiration. I considered it a writing exercise and to pull it off, it would require my best skill.

As I studied other hoaxes, I found out some unexpected side effects. mainly, if you create a weird thing that has no obvious explanation or background, then mentally vulnerable people can latch onto those ideas and incorporate them into their own delusions. You could argue that deluded people will latch onto anything anyway, but the particular nature of a good hoax; ambiguity, fake history, mysterious clues and other bits are almost tailor-made to become part of a deluded person’s psychosis. For every benign social experiment out there on the net, there are someone, or a group of someones, who take it far too seriously.

Which is why I gave up the hoax hobby. I still study it but I have little wish to write fodder for someone elses break from reality.

Which brings me to Alex Jones’s lawyer arguing that his client, a known conspiracy spreader, is just a performance artist. that doesn’t surprise me. He is pretty damn good at how he frames, spreads and originates a conspiracy. What gets my goat is that I realized conspiracies can be harmful to people BEFORE I ever made one, but this guy made a living from it and can still look art himself in the morning. I would have thought that the only way Alex Jones could maintain his dignity would be do the long hoax of pretending to be a believer ot stupid things. It turns out he can’t even do that.

Oh well, scumbag is just as big of a scumbag as imagined. Still, I am grateful I never finished one of my conspiracy hoaxes.

 

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Mar 172017
 

Today I finished my 2nd draft of my next interactive erotica novel. It is a smaller book in the number of choices this time, about a third of what Taken by the Aliens was, but oddly enough it is a little over half the size of Taken by the Aliens in word count. I wanted to shrink the branches a little but expand on the scenes themselves. It feels good after a second draft although I am tempted to put in one more small branch of choices. I am resisting for now because once you start adding choices, it can get hard to stop.

Now I take a week off from looking at the book before doing my final edits. My process looks like this.

Write the Thing.

Take a week off and not look at it. In my case, I moved to Wisconsin and unpacked so it was closer to three weeks.

Next I open it up and add the bookmarks and hyperlinks for the choices. As I do this, I also read everything and fix typos and rewrite some parts. For some reason, I used the term “balls deep” like eighty times.

Now I take a week off and probably outline my next big project. If I am feeling brave, I may start writing said big project.

After the week off, I go back and do my last read and weed out any more typos. If I feel confident that I got them all, I will publish to Amazon. If the number of typos was high, I may take another week off and come back later to do another run through.

My original goal was to write this Thing and have it published in three months. Moving, wife’s gall bladder surgery and the freaking holidays messed with that a bit and now it is looking like a six month project. I am disappointed but that is offset by the fact that I am proud of this book. It deals with infidelity from several different angles and has a nice mix of vanilla and kinky sex. I wish my speed was faster but at least I am happy with the quality.

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Mar 082017
 

I am about to embark on a big novel and one of my first hurdles with any novel is deciding what kind of job the main character has or had before all this sex stuff happens. Jobs help define characters in the minds of the readers but for me, it helps me understand what kind of skills or personality the character has. A scientist for example is going to approach magic and threesomes a bit differently than a freelance artist.

Part of my problem when it comes to thinking of jobs is my own work history has been insane. As a teen I worked at two different fast-food chicken places. Dropping out of college, I worked ten years in a car factory. I then worked with a telephone company auditing calls, had a stint as a lab technician and worked a few months at a gas station. I am very fortunate to have married well and no longer need to work but I feel like my lack of experiences hamstring me when I write characters.

The fact of the matter is that the job I have the most experience with is being a writer. Which I guess is why 80% of horror novels seem to be about writers. I don’t know about you, but when I read that a main character is a writer, I have a hard time not thinking the author is writing themselves as the main hero. It bugs me so I refuse to do it.

Which brings me back to today. I have a character in mind and he will be a modern day Prophet/Cult Leader. Traditionally cult leaders are charismatic con men who upgrade their cons to becoming a religion. I intend my character to actually have contact with Higher Powers and serve more as a conduit for Divine Sex Orgies. I want him to be Real in the sense that he is trying to bring a new religion or philosophy to the world. With that in mind, I am skipping the usual con men cult leader professions like musicians, salesmen, and science fiction writers.

After a long meditation in the shower brought up nothing, I decided to resort to Google. As a writer, I’m not even sure what jobs people doing these days so I typed in “Most Common Jobs” as a starter search.

The result was this article from 2014. Here is the money quote, “The top three are all basically in the retail industry: salespeople, cashiers, and fast-food workers.”

Holy shit, it turns out that my gas station cashier experience puts me in the top three of most common jobs.

I will admit, as a writer of science fiction and fantasy, I was a bit disappointed by these choices. They don’t exactly inspire character ideas and look, salespeople are already likely to be cult leaders. I thought about refining my search for something more interesting.

But something nagged at me. Those are some real shit jobs for far too many people. I often think of my own poor job experience as a personal thing because I dropped out of college. A lot of people in the work force did graduate college and they still work fast-food and sales. If I have learned anything from the financial crisis of 2008, it is that it is harder and harder for the middle class to stay afloat when all the good jobs are somewhere else or don’t exist in the first place. That sucks.

It seems to me that maybe a fast-food worker might be the kind of person to understand that the world needs changing; perhaps by starting a cult and preaching a message from a Divine Sex Being.

Mar 062017
 

I have successfully moved to Wisconsin. Our town is part of a blend of six or seven towns that overlap one another in the Fox valley region. They call it a valley but everything as far as the eye can see is on the same level plane. I have never seen so much flat space.

So far Wisconsin is really nice. Rent, utilities and insurance is low but food is a bit pricey. People are friendly and forgiving of this awestruck Southerner. Best of all, I have seen zero Confederate Flags which is a very welcome change from East Tennessee.

Writing wise, I finished the first draft to my next interactive erotica book and will start editing it next week. This week I am still unpacking and making sense of where everything goes. My study consists of a computer desk, computer, writing altar and 89 boxes. I have no idea where to put the stuff in those boxes as the apartment layout is a bit smaller than my last. I foresee a lot of things going into the garage.

I have a rather overly ambitious idea for a series of novels about a magical cult leader who tries to change the world. Each book would be about a different member of this cult and it would have equal amounts of pulp action and magical erotica. The more I think about it, the bigger it gets and I feel that at my current rate of writing, it is too big of a project to attempt. It doesn’t help that my interactive fiction sells three times as much as my normal fiction. I have every reason NOT to do it but the idea won’t leave my head and as creative folks know, that pretty much means I will be doing it anyway.

Oh well, time for me to open more boxes and hopefully find the stand that the monitor goes on. Tune in tomorrow when I will talk about my favorite erotica book I read during the moving process.

 

Jan 022017
 

I made it through the end of December without watching or reading a single “Year in Review” for 2016. Talk about a period of time I don’t want to think about. There was too much death and too much death of hope.

In the past I have scoffed at the idea of the focus of New Year’s as some sort of special time where you should do new things but man, this year I get it. I haven’t been this desperate for a new beginning in a long time.

My wife has a job possibility in Wisconsin. The holidays slowed down the hiring company and we are expected to get some sort of an answer January 10th. All indications are that they would want her to start working by the start of February. That is an insanely short amount of time to move but hey, weirder things have happened. If it plays out, she would be at a much better, higher paying job at a major company. By any definition, that would be a fresh start for 2017.

Of course, if it doesn’t work out, we start 2017 with a big disappointment. Well, shit happens.

I am about 2/3 of the way through my next interactive erotica book and the plan is to finish it this month. That plan goes out the window if I have to pack the apartment but I will happily take that delay. The book is about adultery and it is very different from my usual writing but that was on purpose. After spending two years writing about aliens, it was nice to write about banging your sister-in-law at a family reunion. It might be the most mundane thing I have ever written. I am curious how it will be received.

My other project is I want to create a grimoire of modern demons. Researching medieval demons, I was impressed by how there was a demon for almost every bad habit, slight misfortune or minor inconvenience. There is something therapeutic about having a demon name for the shitty thing that is bothering you. Once you name something and can visualize it, it gets a tiny bit easier to deal with the problem. I would like to try my hand at labeling and containing some of my own demons as well as addressing other demonic perils we all face. Plus, I think it would be a fun project to work on for a year.

This year marks seven years of writing Vaquel stories. Last year, Vaquel traveled through a region of space inspired by the wild frontiers of the Wild West. This year she will travel through a civilized part of space controlled by a government called the Carefully Managed Democracy. I wanted to play around with bureaucracy and contrast the problems that civilized space brings. This was an idea I have planned for since the end of 2015 so I had no idea I would be writing these stories at the time of a possible new dictatorship in my own universe. My goal is to write about a perfectly well meaning but cumbersome government as opposed to parodying real events but hey, you never know what inspirations 2017 may bring.

My other goals this year are more vague. I want to do another comic script for Gnosis College but I am not sure about what. I would also like to write a comic script for Lon Ryden’s Little Green Bastards. The next interactive erotica story after the one I am writing will most likely be about being in a sex magic cult, complete with a description of your initiate rank when you complete the book.

Other than that, I leave the rest of the year open. New opportunities will arise as well as new ideas. It is always good to have something in mind to write when nothing else is there, as well as making sure you don’t overbook yourself to the point that new ideas have to wait until 2018.

I wish you well in 2017. May you this year be better than the last. May you find new delights that you weren’t expecting.

Nov 282016
 

20160605113758_1Renowned Explorers, (which I will call RE because I can never spell Renowned on my first try) is a computer game about managing a team of three adventurers to go explore strange lands for fame, glory, money and all of their treasure. It is set in a vague time period that might be the 19th century but is certainly far more interesting than any real time period in our mundane world. Along the way, you may encounter scary cultists, aggressive pirates, friendly natives and really mean llamas.

Technically, RE is everything I look for in a game. For one thing, it is turn based which is great for my slowing reflexes. Second, it is procedurely generated which means no two expeditions to the same place plays out the same way. There will almost always be something new to discover. Third, you pick a team of three out of twenty distinct adventurers, each with their own personalities, strengths, weaknesses and interactions with each other. These characters grow with experience and you choose the skills they learn. In other words, this game plays a lot like a tabletop miniatures or RPG game.

The other high point is the approach to combat. If you tire of endless killing things, RE  feels your pain. For every fight, you can either fight your way out, be super nice to people and befriend them or be a jerk and insult/terrify your way through an encounter. This creates a rock/paper/scissors approach that I was dubious of at first but found it to be wonderfully complex as you dive deeper into it. There are advantages and disadvantages to both but it allows you to play a game that changes depending on what you are in the mood to do.

Of course, the most important thing about this game is that it is fun. There is a lot of self aware explorer humor in this game, and the way it treats indigenous people is a delight. You will encounter Necromancers who act like small children. Beware of the mocking monkeys. Be prepared to tell a lot of jokes to the Witch Doctor.

There is a DLC for it that I highly recommend as it adds campfire stories to the game. These stories further flesh out the already fascinating explorers.

This is one of my most played computer games for 2016 and I suspect I will be playing a lot of it in 2017 as well.

Nov 252016
 

I know everyone is busy buying anything not nailed down but I have a big favor to ask of you this weekend.

My interactive erotica book, Taken By the Aliens is doing really well but for some reason, it has yet to have an Amazon Review. I get it, porn readers often don’t want to own up to reading porn but reviews do matter and I would really like at least one. Okay, maybe three. Really, I would love to have five raving great reviews but I will take one.

So please leave a review and I will be terribly grateful. also be sure to contact me and let me know you wrote a review so I can be grateful towards you.