The Sex Manual – Read these sex tips for a flamethrower in the bedroom


The Sex Manual – Read these sex tips for a flamethrower in the bedroom


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The Sex Manual – Read these sex tips for a flamethrower in the bedroom

Why are you rubbing two sticks together in the bedroom? Get a flamethrower!

Ever wished your partner came with a small pamphlet on how to operate correctly? Well, now you have it. Moctezuma spent nearly a decade running a bar, writing erotica, and blogging. He gathered a lot of information. So you want to have mind-blowing sex but all you know is what your priest and Cosmo told you? You poor thing. Well, fret no more. Let Moctezuma Johnson share his research in this in-depth, self-help book. He has found out what’s plaguing most bedroom partners. It’s simply intimidation and insecurity. So many fans have asked him how to be better, sexier, and more experienced. Moctezuma speaks openly and honestly offering a series of very practical solutions for men and women. This non-fiction, how-to book is told with humor (a necessity for the bedroom) and compassion.

Whether male or female or transgender, The Sex Manual is the book you wish came with every person you’ve dated. Well, wish no more. It’s out, so add it to your kindle. Just the fact that you’re reading this description is proof that you’re ready to improve and you’re almost halfway there. This book will take you the rest of the way. It’s filled with ideas, game plans, tips, and list of clothing, toys, and poems to spice up your sex life.

Choose your own SEXcapade Mash Up Piece: G-strung | Choose your own kink | #LPRTG

CHOOSE YOUR OWN SEXCAPADE™ is a pulpy erotic read about you and for you in which you can choose what happens next


You missed your chance to Pre-Order 100% FREE but stay tuned for a similar offer for the Sex Manual coming out this Summer. Also, even though you cannot pre-order I’ll be happy to send you one free in exchange for a blurb so click “pre-order” and give your mailing address so I know where to send one.

Instructions: Just go ahead and read G-strung’s Custard Parade as you would any other book but when the main character “you” is left with some choices click the link to the choice you would most likely choose and then follow to the next part. If a choice you would love to make is missing, let me know in the comments below and I’ll scribble it down. This is an extensive, labyrinthine preview. Click here to Pre-Order the Complete Choose Your Own Kink SEXcapade by Moctezuma Johnson completely FREE. Let’s begin, huh? 

G-strung’s Custard Parade

Your dick is out in your hand. It’s big but not fully hard. You know you have a big dick because when you’re not hard all the excess skin that will stretch out when the hormones fire and the blood flows is bunched up from under the mushroom head all the way back to the root, where the balls hang out like steroid-laced raisins. You pull the mushroom head and all that bunched up skin stretches. The blood is starting to flow. That’s because of who lies in front of you.

G-strung, as you all called her, was paid beforehand (they said) and lying face down on the white tile floor with her brown skin tight, taut, and hella fine. She was lying face down with her head in her hands. She was kicking her toes into the floor and laughing into her hands. She was cute a pink glittery button. No joke. She was. Her smile was the shit poets write about when sober. Her ass cheeks were two scoops of chocolate ice cream. If god gave out sample of her ass in little pink plastic spoons, damn, god would be popular. I don’t mean this American right wing popular I mean there would be lines trying to get in like heaven was a Haagen Dazs on a humid August day in Brooklyn. G-string was making a giggling and whining sound at the same time. The walls were white. She was feeling like she was in an insane asylum. She was kicking her toes into the ground like she couldn’t take it anymore. You thought she may have been cold, or too stoned. You looked down on her, not because she was brown and you were white. You were no racist and had dated Asians, Latinas, and other races, religions, and groupies for rival bands and sports teams before. You were open minded. They said you’d fuck anything with a pulse. You were that type, they said. They called you Sticky Rice, cause you liked Asian Chicks and admittedly jerked off rampantly. You were proud of it. Porn wasn’t something you hid. Anyway, although it wasn’t pejorative you did look down on G-strung. You looked down on her because she was lying on the floor with her beautiful ass smiling at you and you were standing over her. You had to look down at her. Now, you had to decide what to do next. You had choices. She was already paid, they assured you, and all yours. You had to take her. You could take her any which way you wanted. They say the world is your oyster, right? She was your clam. Here were your choices:


Choose your own SEXcapade © 2015 by Moctezuma Johnson 

*note – this is kind of a work in progress, any ‘sorry’ links will go live little by little (have patience with me, this was a huge undertaking! lol)

The Romance on Roller-Skates Series by Emme Hor @horbooks #MrBrtg #LPRTG

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SMUTPUNK Kimchi Squat

Malaysian Big Tit Sexy Roller Skate Erotica by Emme Hor, the Asian SMUTPUNKist

KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA — 19 MAY 2016 — Insiders are calling this series the Butt Plug Blues (title totally leaked by Moctezuma Johnson, retired smutpunk author) and singing it’s silly, sexy, smutpunkie praises. In each episode an Alpha Male leads Heather to end up with a butt plug up her ass. Somehow she’s always in micro-mini skirts or tight yoga pants and roller-skates. Can this Asian chick be any sexier? Well, the Alpha Male known as ‘That Fucker’ seems to think she can because he’s got a bevy of other girls’ anus’ butt plugs on display in his office on THE BUTT PLUG MANTLE. This cruel alpha, Heather’s boyfriend when the story starts, is out of control. HE’s so bad that Heather’s MILF mother Lana has to step in and help.

It all leads to a massive CLIMAX featuring BUTT PLUGS, ROLLER-SKATES, SKULL CANDY and much much much much smutpunkedly much MORE.

Teacher-Student Erotica at the University | #EARTG #LPRTG

Jess was his student. He watched her and marveled at her. He was the teacher, the professor, and he was respected. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so much acedemic admiration for his big brain as physical admiration for his big bulge, his big muscles, and his big smile. These girls were little giggling hyenas. Yes, they were university students, but here in the Far East that often meant that their bodies were more mature than their minds. Jess was one of these girls. She had a pretty face and was dressed like a sailor. She gave him a key-chain for Ppeppero day, the chocolate covered sticks day, that said I love you. He motioned for her to lean back on the desk. She was dubious, but she consented. Asian culture had taught her to respect authority and look up to teachers. Butterflies flapped in her gut, sweat formed on her palms, a faucet leaked into her panties, and she smiled uncontrollably as he taped a piece of paper over the tiny window on the classroom door. She was a virgin and had that nervous energy that virgins in the Far East have. Some people hated it, but he was into it and asked her to lift up her shirt and lean back.


Her breasts were irresistible. I was helpless.

He thought he knew what pink was, but he was wrong. Her breasts hung out. They were made of the softest white porcelain skin that he had ever seen. He had dreamed of Princess Chuckhole and these breasts must have been molded out of the same stardust as the princess’s tits. Dead center of each incredible mountain of flesh, for gravity had not played its cruel tricks on this young virgin’s tits just yet, was a perfect bulls-eye made out of a color he’d never seen before. It was the color of unfettered freedom. It was the color of the triumph of good over evil. It was the color of post-coital sleep. It was pink, and beige, and black, and white all rolled into pink. Not glitzy, glittery pink that girls paint on their sparkly lips. Real pink. The color of pussy. The color of love. The color of the inside of your esophagus and the inner workings of cosmic gears.

When his tongue accepted one of her pink little buttons, like candy off wax paper, sparks flew. They both could hear the sizzle of their attraction. He cupped the outsides of her breasts and squeezed them together and admired them. “They are amazing.”

She looked at the floor. “Do you like them?” Her cheeks were rosy.

“I adore them, Jess,” he pushed her onto her back on the desk. Her saddle shoes clipped the whiteboard shelf and knocked a few markers and erasers to the ground. His cock slid right in between her beautiful mounds. It was hot on her skin.

The penis wasn’t cold and snakelike how she had imagined. “I had no idea they were this hot.” She covered her mouth and giggled at what she had said.

He removed her hand. “Don’t cover your mouth. Your mouth is beautiful.” Her big eyes looked up at him and blinked. He stared at her kindly. Then he squeezed both of her breasts around his cock and glided in and out. She watched his face. His eyes rolled, the corners of his eyes wrinkled. If her perfect pink nipples were eyes then he made great eye-contact because his pupils locked on her tits.

She wasn’t sure what he was doing, where his cock would go next. Between her legs a wet fire was brewing. Everything was a new feeling and it was all so exciting. She was so happy to be on her back for her professor.

A new hot sensation hit under her chin. She craned down and saw white, thick cream spewing out of his cock and between her tit-flesh. “it feels so good. Hot. Does it feel good fpr you?”

“Mmmmnm, yes,” he said as he used her mountains of flesh to milk the last drops out of his hot viscous liquid onto her. She enjoyed getting him on her. She could smell it. It was a clean smell. Like life itself. Before she could ruminate on the smell of his cum, she reacted to its taste. He had scooped the cum off of her tots and onto his hand and was now feeding it to her. It was briny and clean. Like drinking sea-water.

After she had cleaned up every drop of him, she pulled to her feet and pulled her bra back on, her blouse back down, and said, “Now what?”

He looked at her and smiled, clearly indicating that was it for today. “Perfect. Next class I can teach you something new if you’d like.”

“I would like that, teacher,” she said. She giggled and started to cover her mouth. Then she made eye-contact with him and stopped her hand in mid-air. This made her giggle more. She shifted her weight from foot to foot then bit her lip. He reached out and patted her head like she was his pet. “See you tomorrow, Jess,” he said.

She walked out the door.

He removed the paper from the over the window on the classroom door. He watched her skirt ruffle as she walked. He plopped in his comfy leather chair and placed both hands behind his head. He put his feet up on his desk and thought, it wasn’t a bad life when you could titty-fuck your student’s perfect rack right after class.


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She was tired of hubby's rice dick. She was ready for something big and full.

She was tired of hubby’s rice dick. She was ready for something big and full that would finally pleasure her deeply.


Another Reason it’s Advantageous to Have a Slave

hey, whore!
buy me water, orange juice
before you come over
to suck on my fat cock
in the elevator
i take the bags
light one cigarette you brought
then bend you over to
diddle your ass with my blacklight marker
the elevator fluorescent light is busted
so it’s dim and blinks
and the blacklight etchings light up
the nasty glowing markings on your skincumpig-whore
cumwhore, jizz-pig, white man’s slave
the words glow in the mirror
the whore sees herself suck and suck
and suck and suck
looks confused as she sees herself
with metallic ash falling on her butt cheeks
as i smoke and get my fat dick sucked
by a glowing cumwhore
until i spurt jizz into the whore’s mouth
make the pig swallow all my warm goodness
i disengage the elevator “stop” switch
we whir and move up to a waiting person
it’s a MILF who lives upstairs
she gets in before realizing i’m smoking
and that i have a slave with nasty etchings on it
maybe the MILF can’t even read EnglishTheMostLickableAssEver
my pig thanks me for letting her eat it
then points to “white man’s slave” on her thigh
when i ask which words are her favorite
now the MILF is slack-jawed
we get to the bottom and the MILF scurries out
we are again alone in the elevator
her skin blinking “cum whore slave”
like a slutty Morse code
i activate the stop switch
then i pull off her shorts and ream the pig’s tight asshole
hard and mean
her body shakes and rattles
i push cock up to her last bit of tissue
she screams like anymore depth will rupture her
i smile and shoot a second load
up her glowing pink hole
she’s property of moctezuma
johnson pumping its last drops
then i take the bags and walk to my apartment
and leave her to go back down and walk out
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Hell Hath No Fury like a Cum-Crazed Woman Scorned | #LPRTG #Erotica | Excerpt

Bukkake Hotel Asian Lesbian Porn

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a cum-crazed woman scorned

Jynx has been mistreated by MJ for a long time. She loves him so much she’ll give him anything he wants in bed, but he keeps cheating with other women. It’s more than that, he strings her along. He booty calls her after dates with other girls and fucks her in the ass before sending her back out to work disheveled and cum-stained. He also has taken to dating the supermodel Jenny. Jynx could handle MJ’s occassional pickup but a steady second girlfriend was too much. Jynx is desperate to destroy Jenny the supermodel slut who has been letting MJ up her ass like she’s his main pussy.

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Excerpt of Episode3 of

Episode One of Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired features Jynx’s main plan to humiliate and destroy Jenny. Jynx threatens to slice the bitch up and kneel on her corpse and suck MJ off. This plan backfires and she goes to plan B in Episode Two: Jynx drugged Jenny, tethered her to a parking meter and made her do incredibly nasty things.

Now, Jynx thinks she’s free of Jenny and is obsessed enough to mix MJ’s cum into her morning coffee. She’s obsessed, organized, and well-planned. However, she still hasn’t landed her man. Shehas employed the help of a gorgeous Russian-Korean nymphet with a tight body. MJ wakes up in episode 3 in a bus station tied to a wall and in the care of this gorgeous young girl. This episode reveals Jynx’s master plan to exact revenge on Jenny, which leads to a psychotown revelation in Jynx’s freezer.

Check out the experpt on the right here and then download episode 3 for free today and tomorrow to find out just how bat shit crazy Jynx can be!


Buy the Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired Season One

Get all four episodes in one inexpensive, convenient, literary porn bundle. Ask me if you’re interested in a Free Bundle in exchange for an honest review. I’m always looking for reviews, of course. 




Choose Your Own SEXcapade Poem – “Don’t Wanna Be Those Other Sluts, Baby!” by Moctezuma Johnson

Don’t Wanna Be Those Other Sluts, Baby!

I was fucking her
ass up the couch
where we were leaning back
to watch some very boring movie
about Kansas in the 70s
until I got my hands on her big
Asian tits
and pulled her nipples hard
soon I had her back on the cushion
ass in the air
and was plowing her dark hole
having a grand time
until she started speaking.”I dont want you to make me like your other girls,”
she said after pulling her hips back
and making my cockhead
drop out of her very tight asshole.
“You’re very special baby, whatever
you want.”Then,  her head already hanging
leaning off the couch like coffee beans
from a branch
I took her throat
inserting my cock
into her sweet Asian mouth
making her taste her ass.She looked me in the eye hard, a scowl.
“The others don’t go ass to mouth, do they?”

You choose the sexcapade’s ending:

BDSM and love

#1 “No, baby. Only you!”


#2 “They’ll go A2M, pig!”


Ending #2 to I DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE THE OTHER SLUTS, BABY! || Choose your own sexcapade porn poem

(cont’d from I Don’t Wanna Be Those Other Sluts, Baby!)


She looked me in the eye hard, a scowl.
“The others don’t go ass to mouth, do they?”

I laughed, cock head bulging in my slut’s throat
her nipples were hard
little bumps were all over her areola
I held her head in my hands
and pushed every last inch of my big cock
until she was stuffed with dick.

“Whenever I cheat on you, I make the bitch go A2M, pig!”
I pulled my cock out of her to hear her reaction.
“What’s A2M?”
“Ass to mouth,” I said
I pounded my dick back into her throat.
She convulsed. She slapped at my leg.
She wanted my dick out of her.
I held her there, choking.
“Each and every one of them, from the prettiest supermodel
to the most bucktoothed slut took my cock from her ass
and then blew me,
just like you, you cunt.”

I could see she was broken, tears dripping from her eyes
and she was wet.
I slid my finger to her clit, it sloshed
as I pleasured her
I could hear it squishing
then I heard her moaning
on my dick in her throat
and she squirted pussy juice on the couch
while I pumped my load straight into her throat.

“I can’t believe they would do that, those sluts!”
“I know! What kind of slut would do that?”

She slapped at my leg as my cum dripped out her mouth and up her nose.


That Fucker

That Fucker Book Cover

That Fucker has to get a new cover before anyone wants to read it, right!? Voila! You asked and you shall receive. Girls Carrying Books has another book out and this one is not by Moctezuma Johnson. Instead, it’s Emme Hor in her literary porn delight.

That Fucker Book Cover

That Fucker Gets His Way with this Girl

Book Description:

Heather is in love with her man who she calls That Fucker cause he is so mean to her most of the time. She does everything for him and she finds messages from other women, invitations, thank yous for last nights. Why does she stay with him? She’s attractive. She has another guy they call Charlie the Wok in her office sniffing around her. Her boyfriend treats her so bad that she is considering giving this new man a shot. He is nothing like That Fucker. He is a decent man. She should go out with him and she knows it. Then her boyfriend surprises her at the office with a present. A brand new set of skull-candy headphones. Will this be everything that she wanted from him? the dawn of a new mutually beneficial relationship? or does That Fucker have one more thing up his sleeve that will drive her into the new man’s arms?


Who is Emme Hor

Whether or not she was paid $10,000 USD to be the main attraction in a bukkake can be neither confirmed nor denied. Is she Moctezuma’s pet? Or is she a woman somewhere out there running a country? You decide. The thing to know is she’s proud, she’s Asian, she’s an English speaker, and she’s hot — oh, and she tells nasty stories when not fucking people through the legal systems of various countries.


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Closing shit

There is literary porn erotica and then there is hardcore literary porn erotica. This, for sale at Moctezuma’s Book Shop is Hardcore Literary Porn Erotica!


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Cosmic Slop, Funkadelic, and Futadelic


The name’s Bootsy, baby!

Besides loving literary porn and erotica I am a huge funk fan. I love the Isley Brothers and Parliament/Funkadelic more than any other music. In anticip–ation of my next novelette, Futadelic, here is a little Cosmic Slop for ya.

Free Your Mind and Your Ass Will Follow, y’all

#futa #futadelic #funk #erotica