The Soundtrack To My Lovemaking

Nerd Sex

Remember when I got that Spotify invite from Douchey La Femme in Linkin Park? Well, I’ve been making good use of it, and I want to share the fruits of my labor with your languid loins. So without additional adieu, I present to you, for your listening pleasure, my very first playlist- The Soundtrack To My Lovemaking.

This guaranteed panty-dropper features such cock-rockin’ jams as “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon (not gay), “Making Love Out Of Nothing At All” by Air Supply (not gay), and “Turbo Lover” by Judas Priest (totally not gay). It’s also got some Wham!, Swayze, and Styxx for dat ass, so come get some.

Don’t be caught with your pants down without these pipe-layin’ classics. Trust me, even if she doesn’t want to fuck you, she’ll let you stick it in just so she can hear the end of “Headed For A Heartbreak.” Hell, she may even stay and cuddle a while to see what’s next. And don’t worry about getting her in the mood. If your ministrations don’t make her wet, getting double-teamed by the soulful duo of Philip Bailey and Phil Collins will. She’ll be so preoccupied with the melodic meat in her aural canals that she won’t notice yours betwixt her sticks. And if she is filled with disgust and regret the morning after and decides to report you, who’s gonna believe her when the police sketch comes out looking like the cover of No Jacket Required?

So what are you waiting for, lazy dick? Hurry up and download The Soundtrack To My Lovemaking. It’s like rock n’ roll Rohypnol.

The Lactating Step Daughter And Other eRotic Tales

Lactating Step Daughter

Does a body good.

We all know the internet’s a strange place. Hell, I’m a major contributor. But it’s only strange because the world is strange- we just never had such unprecedented access before. In my day, you’d actually have to go to the library and dig around in these things called “books” to sate your curiosity for the curious. How do you think I learned about the Aves and the Apis? The encyclopedia and my mother’s romance novels, that’s how. Thanks, mom.

Speaking of books and the internet and romance, have you checked out the eBook eRotica scene lately? It’s like the wild west out there, if cacti and dirt were incest fantasies and Lolita fetishes. (Strangely enough, both the west and eRotica contain a plethora of steers and queers. Brokeback Borracho!)

Intrigued? Titilated? Looking to make a quick buck? Then check out my article on The Wild West World of eBook Only Erotica over at my writing day job, LitReactor:

We’re not talking Lady Chatterley’s Lover or The Story of O, here. Hell, we’re not even talking the bodice-ripping pirate rape of your mother’s Harlequin Romance. This is unabashed, down and dirty fuck fiction, made specifically to put money in pockets and a rocket in yours.

eBook eRotica Covers

I even try my hand at writing my own eRotic story, although what I wound up with was certainly less pornographic than Fresh Teen Sluts: Bath Time With Daddy or Little Virgin Sister’s Webcam Show. I went a little more… classical. I guess that’s the influence of my mother’s romance novels.  An excerpt, submitted for your one-handed approval:

The undergrowth of her undercarriage shimmered with the sheen of her musk. Glistening liquid orbs trickled down the shaft of her pubic fronds, breaking up into even smaller droplets, ejected in an arc like seed as they met the pliant flesh of her quivering pussy cheeks. These satellite droplets fell like tears, splashing off the porcelain cliffs of her inner thighs, and ran down in rivulets to fill the basin of her cleft like some geological formation at the dawn of time.

“Be gentle, Sir Knight. It is my first time.”

She didn’t say it- she breathed it. The plea tumbled out in a whisper, the word “time” barely avoiding being sucked back in on a sharp intake of air as a finger dipped into her honey-pot.

“That makes this a first for me as well,” The Knight cooed like an over-confident pigeon. “For I have only known the hospitality of a lady by force.”

Her body stiffened, eliciting a smile.

“But you are different, my lady. You are the first I have wanted to give of herself… willingly.”

He hovered over her body, the proof of his words bouncing like a diving board moments after its athlete has gracefully floated towards the watery depths.

“My warrior is yours to command.”

Click on over to LitReactor to find out what happens next. I’ll give you a hint: it involves blue balls and Spike Lee references.

Poosh Poosh in tha Motha Truckin’ Boosh!

Is it weird that my mother used to rock out to this song when I was a kid? I came from a strict christian family where I wasn’t allowed to watch anything but Disney movies until I was 16, yet crankin’ this song in the car was no problem. Same goes for “Relax” by Frankie Goes To Hollywood. Did she not know the songs were about cutting through the vaginal underbrush with a throbbing flesh machete and some poor jizzlobber’s attempt to hold back while he’s balls deep in a mustachioed leather daddy’s hairy asshole, respectively? Or did she think I was so naive that I wouldn’t make a connection between the undulating rhythms and unsubtle euphemisms (although, Relax, don’t do it, when you want to cum isn’t really a euphemism, now is it?)?

Seeing ones sacred mother sing along to “In The Bush” is even more embarrassing than seeing Nicolas Cage as Donald Kaufman do it in Adaptation, which brought back all sorts of suppressed feelings from my childhood. Thanks, buddy. I had only just gotten past the trauma.

Fantasy Author Piers Anthony Might Be A Pedophile

Piers-Anthony-Pedo

Either that or he desperately wants to be. Check out this article I wrote over at LitReactor for the evidence. It carries the Pedo Bear seal of approval.

When I was but a lad, I used to love me some Piers Anthony. The delicious puns of the Xanth series, the themes of science versus religion in The Apprentice Adept, the humorous take on humanity that was The Incarnations of Immortality- it was pure nerd heaven. I would eventually go on to outgrow his work, but not before I had devoured everything the man had written at the time. This included his lesser known efforts, not all of which were as kid-friendly as the Xanth novels. Which is how I came to read Firefly.

And if you ever come across Firefly, I suggest you run screaming in the opposite direction. And if you cum across Firefly, then you are a sick fuck. Seriously, this article is not for those with a sensitive constitution, or those teetering on the edge of sexual decency. Enjoy (but not too much).

Ghoul Chat: Four Dudes Engage In A Kissing Contest

Kissing Contest

MS Paint Holocaust: Why does this naked chick have a belt on and why does she have a belly button where her vagina should be?

This week I was invited to make a guest appearance on the awesome fun-time homosexual podchat program know as KISSING CONTEST. Yeah, I’d never heard of it either. But it’s not often I’m offered speaking engagements, so I begrudgingly humbly accepted the offer. The popular cast is billed as being about movies, television, and sweet boys, and I was assured its rabid fanbase numbered in the tens. It’s hosted by a couple of sleazy white dudes and their young Asian cohort, and is broadcast at 1.21 gigawatts of power from Sawyer’s love den in the heart of the Brooklyn ghetto.

We mainly talked about horror movies and cracked a bunch of racially insensitive jokes. I was a little concerned about my annoying “on air” voice, but was assured I sounded like a regular TBD (tough black dude), which soothed my ego.  Unfortunately, that was filthy a lie. When I actually got a chance to listen the cast, I sounded exactly like the whiny Jew that I am.  C’est la vie.

La vie.

Check out Ghoul Chat: Kissing Contest #63 right HERE. Seriously, support these guys. They live in a crack house.

The Labia Menorah

Labia-Menorah

8 crazy nights indeed!

Goddammit! Somebody stole my idea! I was totally gonna sell it to T-shirt Hell and make a killing. I was so excited when I first thought of this, I jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my dripping nethers, and did a Google search in the Shia Le Buff.

Dirty minds must think alike, because I found the subject on the tip of many an online tongue, like so much twattle (HERE and HERE). Loose lips sink ships, so consider my cunt currency ship sunk. (I also would have accepted: Yonic Yen Yacht, Slit Salary Schooner, Pussy Peso Pinnace, Beaver Bankroll Boat, Financial Furburger Fleet, and Marine Money Minge.)

Man-orah

Hm… how about a phallic Man-orah? Goddammit! That’s been taken too. Looks like its back to the drawing board for me. Happy Hanukkah, everyone! I know it may be a bit premature, but if Starbucks can sell Santa Jizz Machiatos before it is even Thanksgiving, then I can give a preemptive Sephardic shout out.

Slutdate

LitReactor

Longtime, Sunshine/Sondheim/Sonatine.

I know, I know… I’ve been spending all my time with that time-burgling slut-mistress, LitReactor.  I think Mrs. Jabber is starting to get suspicious. I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this business trip/golf tournament/hunting weekend ruse.

But I’ve been doing great things over at ye olde reactor of lit, and I gotta tell someone about all the hot, dirty sex I’ve been having with someone who isn’t my wife. You want details, you horndogs?

-I wrote a couple columns about the Top 10 Literary Jerks of all time. It contains enough racism, sex, and violence to sate most of my regular irregular blog readers.

-I interviewed cult provocateur Dennis Cooper, author of the George Miles Cycle. If that sounds too highbrow for you, bear in mind that he writes almost exclusively about gay sociopaths, gay cannibalistic serial killers, gay rape and incest, and gay necrophilia.

-I also wrote an update on/conducted a mini-interview with MIA sci-fi author Jeff Noon. If that sounds too highbrow for you, bear in mind that his debut novel, Vurt, contains its fair share of hallucinogenic drug use, brother/sister incest, and Dogman sex.

-I also oversaw some controversial news posts that saw us being accused of sexism, racism, and fostering a literary male hegemony.

So don’t be fooled by LitReactor’s academic trappings, dear minions, we’re having a lot of fun over there. It allows me to indulge my love of all things literary, and still manage to flex my patented brand of flippant verbosity. So just like Bartles and Jaymes, I thank you for your support.

And just in case this post isn’t dirty enough to attract the usual amount of search engine traffic, I’ll be tagging it: UNDERAGE NUDITY, TEENAGE PUSSY, BESTIALITY, NAMBLA, HOT GAY SEX, and HOW TO SUCK YOUR OWN DICK.

Stay tuned, because the wife is expecting me and I’ve got a lot of horrific posts planned for thejabber. I’ll be covering such hot-button topics as homosexual African American astronauts, alien sex toys, underage teen bestiality porn, and much much more.

Poop So Hard: Giving Liberals A Bad Name

Cop Car Crap

Damn dirty hippies! This is not how you effect political change! It’s bad enough you think bongo circles can heal the world, now you’re literally shitting on authority? Way to make ‘em take you seriously.

I agree with a lot of what they are fighting for, but 99% of the protesting 99% are idiots. Of course, they do not represent the cultural and social diversity that is 100% of the 99% (of which I am a part), but the math gets kind of tricky. I think it would look something like: (X of 99%) of (99% of Y) = Z where Y represents 100%. Or not. Math was never my strong suit. All I know is, the cops got 99 problems and a shit is one. That, and you never saw Martin Luther King Jr. take a shit in public. It’s like Woodstock ’99 down there, just without the rape (thus far.)

Or maybe this guy just really had to take a dump. Hey, politics aside- when you gotta go, you gotta go. Just check out the video below.

WARNING: Video not safe for work, most straight people, and coprophobes. On the other hand, it’s highly recommended for those who thought Human Centipede 2: Full Sequence wasn’t graphic enough.

Cavalcade of Literary Jerks: The Top 10 Jerk Authors of All Time

jerk-shakespeare

Yes, I know it’s been a bit quiet around here. Between Fantastic Fest and the LitReactor launch I’ve been muy busioso. But this isn’t a blog about my personal life, so enough about me! Let’s talk about me! I’ve written a fabulous post over at LitReactor about the top 10 jerk authors of all time. I know most of the people who read this blog are barely literate, but chances are your favorite author is on the list. Go check it out.

Via LitReactor:

Hero worship is a dangerous proposition, especially in literature. Writers are a notoriously temperamental bunch, and few are suited to a Brad Pitt level of public scrutiny. By putting your favorite author on a pedestal, you are setting yourself up for disappointment should you ever choose to peer behind the curtain. This is especially true in our futuristic computer world. The majority of my research for Cavalcade consisted of me Googling “[author's name] is a jerk.” The zeroes and ones did the rest. Used to be in the old days you had to have an altercation with a celebrity on the street to get a bad impression of them. Now it’s as easy as tapping a few keys.

Naked Dungeons and Dragons Police Lineup

Naked D&D Ladies

Click for the largesse

These fantasy females put the “titty” in “identity parade.” 

Round up the usual suspects! It’s time for horny nerds everywhere to identify the object of their erotic obsession.

Don’t worry, sir, you can see them but they can’t see you. Which one of these lovely ladies has been robbing your spank bank? Was it the smooth, hairless* elf princess? Or was it hirsute hottie Khloe Kardashian, with her leg stubble and happy trail? (Did she take you by force? She has been known to rape before.) What about the firery gnome lady? They are considered the Latinas of Middle Earth, and you strike me as a bit of a taco shark. No? From the looks of things, she might already be pregnant with your child. Surely it wasn’t the human woman on the left- she’s just there for reference.

*I know what you’re thinking, but elves didn’t invent the Brazilian wax. It’s an evolutionary adaptation to contend with the fact that most male elves prefer their fannies** to look like a young boy’s ass.)

** Elves speak The Queen’s English, and adhere to the British definition of the word “fanny.”

Naked D&D Dudes

Click for the largesse

Alright, miss, which one of these bastards pulled a B&E on your fantasy time? Try and concentrate on distinguishing features. Was he wearing a turtleneck? I’d like to point out that only the half-orc male is circumcised. Orcs are like the Jews of role playing games. The rest of the suspects are all uncut savages. Did he have a feminine touch? Were his locks silky soft and his ball bag completely smooth? Then maybe it was the elf dandy. Either that or it was one of the Nelson Twins. Let me ask you this- do you have an Electra complex or a Santa Claus fetish? Did you feel his beard scratching your breasts like a push broom when he kissed you? If so, then it was probably Gimli over there. Please, ma’am, we can only hold them for 24 hours. No, you can’t choose them all. What do you mean, you want them to join your “guild”?