Crazy Bitch — How to fuck a Crazy Bitch

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Crazy Bitch — How to fuck a Crazy Bitch

face fuck the crazy bitch
go up there into her place
thrown her down to her knees
using her hair as a handle
stick dick in her face
make her eat cock
hold her nostrils closed
fishhook her lips
make her mascara run and clump
get her on her back
launch hips at her
her throat stretches around dick
jizz so deep in the slut she doesn’t even taste
the cum she craves so badly
she will impale herself on it the way she does
the way she will launch her body forward in every attempt to please you
she needs you to say “good girl” or else she won’t feel anything but insecure
she’s a classic subbissive and you’re here to dominate the cunt
buckle up. leave.

POEM: If you do it in front of me it’s not cheating

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POEM: If you do it in front of me it’s not cheating

she squeezes
her massive juggs
together

i lick her pussy

“will facefucking that
skinny girl in the white dress
break your heart?”

she cums, moaning like a hurt cat

“don’t break my heart,” she says
her pussy quivering around my cock

i pinch one nipple
of her melons,
“it won’t break
if i do it
in front of you.”

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Poem: Rip Her Uterus Out

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Poem: Rip Her Uterus Out by Moctezuma Johnson

for Renata

my wife is being a real cunt
yelling every day
“it’s called periods,” Renata says
so when i fucked her this morning
i grabbed hold of her uterus
to rip the fucker out
but it was a slippery fuck
and my wife said, “get the fuck off me
what’s wrong with you?”
and kicked me off the bed.

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Spreading the word: M-o-a-n-!

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Spreading the word: M-o-a-n-!

spelling it out has never been more fun

smutpunk-freedom-flagi had her there, looking as sad as an upside down w
each of her legs sprawled out over the arms of the chair
i had her there, spread out with her mouth in an o
like she was pouting or about to let out an orgasm:
ahh ahh ahhhhh she was breathing heavy
her breasts heaving
her clit filling up with passion
she leaned forward like an n as the final wave of pleasure
smacked her like knifing an ! into her ass

SMUTPUNK 4LYF blowjob

she’s kneelingeud-292759-present_a_facefuck-eachasscheeklookslikeasperm

her necklace is beautiful

the sun is catching the silver

flashing it into my eyes

morse code of cumshot

it’s saying to get her tonsils

 

she’s kneeling

beside the convention hall

where we had queued up before

now cars amble by

people on bikes are across the highway

by the Hudson river

a helicopter takes off nearby

 

she’s kneeling

her fit ass looks hot

and round sitting on her heels

“that’s it, babe. Deep.”

Her necklace is beautiful

SMUTPUNK 4LYF

Her throat muscles

milk out the cumshot

I shoot some into her mouth

pull out and shoot more

right onto the smutpunk necklace

we both smile

 

she’s kneeling with my cum

on her necklace

gooily hanging

and we are happy

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Poem: Romance on Skates (aka my friend, my friend she’s got some skates) #LPRTG #MrBrtg #Poem

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Poem by Moctezuma Johnson for Emme

(cue Phish’s “My Friend, My Friend” in your mind’s ear)

My friend, my friend she’s got some skates
A statement from her former date
When she was easy but alone
Without her trusted chaperon
But what of pink glittered wheels
Affix the plug and seal the deal
Grasps the handle, sticks the butt plug
Up ass so tight with smut love
my friend my friend, she celebrates
my friend SMUTPUNKs and masturbates

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That’s right, baby, SMUTPUNK riffs as much as Phish, Parliament/Hunkadelic, and the Duke all rolled up on one stage. Now check out my wife’s Book Series called Romance on Skates because it’s glittery awesomeness. And remember, folks, you can’t fax glitter no matter how scantily clad you are.

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Poem by Moctezuma Johnson

Peel Another Banana, America

You love Aztec bitches

in their feathered headress

tattoed Teotitlan titties

hairless heiroglypic cunts

Today Tijuana has–

Meshica cunt shtuffed

full of obsidian cock–

Dress her up like an Aztec

in jaguar skin

to sacrifice at the altar

of thick Moctezuma cock

lay her on the stone

high atop pyramid

high on princess pussy

with King-sized cock

plunge that guatemalteca

like you were splitting her

in two, ripping her apart

to get her entrails out

conquest style, imperialistic you

splatter that tomato-

chocolate- and coffee-inventing

face with dick drip

diciendo: “dame dame dame

todo el poder!”

cut out that heartbreak after

you make the jade wearing jade–

that slattern bitch

who brags that nowadays

she’s pure Spanish blood

dark corn tits

two hard niblets

silver plated teeth–

absorb moctezuma’s semen storm

the discharge deluge.

strip the strumpet

slap choad chili

on her Pharoah-like ajpuob forehead.

you own the was-going-to-be royalty now

gaping her ass this time

as you jam it all the way in to her whine

then let it all the way out to her sigh

on the fiend’s own fertile floor

home of her blood-thirsty gods

where birds chirp hysterically

whine sigh whine sigh

like they are getting ass-fucked

like strumpets, jungle-wide

the whole forest thirsts

what you give hard and domineering

the whole forest aims for what you take

yet she cries

as face gets blow-gunned with semen,

sprayed, like her idols are splatterpunked with blood.

smutpunk her with imperial cum

she is kneeling — tell her “suck,

to save yourself,”

she only sobs and murmurs it isn’t fair

you cock-slap her face

then jam it down past her tonsils

while salty rivers stream

down into the corners of her mouth

again, you stretch out the corners of her bowels

cum up her asshole

then throw her down

pyramid steps

nothing could have saved her

 

note:

some reviewer said i wrote about rape so i’ve decided to write about rape. thanks. if you can’t expect logic from a review why shouldn’t i indulge in it? what’s it called? double jeopardy? since I’ve already been found guilty of the crime via 1-star review it’s carte blanche on committing said crime. i’ve already paid the fine, so why not commit the crime with panache? So i’ve revisited this poem of the brutal imperialism of white people v. indians in the conquest of (latin) america. it’s a deep poem. i expect many won’t understand the point. if you do, please SHARE or leave a comment. Thanks, lovelies!

Poem by Mistress of SMUTpunk, the illustrious QUEEN Kegel | #MrBrtg #LPRTG #SSRTG

Do we really need another literary category subcategory? Why not, smutpunkists? by Emme Hor There are so many literary ‘punks’ these days that it just seems like a buzzword to use in the new age of selling books via keywords. Imagine the Classics: Lolita (Old Man Young Vixen Daddy Age Play Series) or Hamlet (DubCon Paranormal 15th Century Murder/Suicide Crime Thriller Mystery Royalty & Aristocrats), or even Star Wars (Metaphysical and Visionary Galactic Empire Space Marine Clones Incenstuous Paranormal Space Soap Opera Dystopian Sci-Fi Series). So everybody is trying to get on the algorithm’s good sides with creative keyword use, and you now have categories upon categories with subcategories inside categories. Frankly, it has become a mess. If you like muck, then you’re in heaven searching for a book on amazon. If you don’t, you type in your favorite keywords and you’re on with it. So now you have steampunk, cyberpunk, splatterpunk, and a bunch of punks to help you sort through the mess and find something cool and unique that you like. Well, add smutpunk to the list. Smutpunk, really? That sounds awful. Strangely, though, the new term applies to work that isn't bad. It’s erotica with plot that mixes forms from such varied sources as magic realism, science fiction, and Asian kung fu movies. In the same way most other punks use some common thing to glue them together, smutpunk uses the most basic protein of all to create its own panspermia universe, mixing pop-culture, erotica, the Cthulhu mythos, Far East legends, and Non-Western spirituality with Science Fiction, Pulp, and Silver-Age-Comic era elements into a head spinning, ball-busting good time. The idea behind it, formulated originally by Moctezuma Johnson and Callie Press, is to make erotica stand up on its own even if you remove the sex (which these writers admit they sometimes forget to provide) because the plots have other equally important elements. In Halloween 2015 Callie Press’s Butterface was highly-lauded, and Moctezuma Johnson’s Battle for Alien Relish has recently been featured as a kind of B-movie classic on WTF Friday. Smutpunk is just beginning and has only scratched the surface of the its full potential like a Sith lord just beginning to use the dark side for tripping her friends and giggling. Get on the slippery bandwagon and have a taste. Type Smutpunk into Amazon and see what new worlds you get.

Untitled Poem by Callie Press

I went to town to see a man

Who wasn’t even there

And when I left to buy an ounce

A sadness filled the air.

The twerp I bought from made a pass,

But he was just a pup.

I shoved my smutpunk up his ass

And that quite shut him up.

His older brother, he was cute

so then we messed around until their father got off work,

still dressed up as a clown.

A clown is creepy, I declared.

White grease paint

smeared my tits.

Both dad and son

made Callie cum

as twerp jerked off in fits.

No really, he was spastically

yanking at his stiffie.

In starts and stops

and ups and downs

it really was quite nifty,

But I grew bored of that odd place,

I blew that nutty scene

because that kind of stupid shit

should only be in dreams.

Life is rarely dumber

than the fucking shit I live.

I want it all to end sometimes

and this is where I change the rhymes

because that’s what I want.

I am the queen in this,

my dream, and you the debutante.

So suck it up, you little bitch

because I run this show,

and if there’s info that you need

I’ll tell you when I know.

Until then eat a bag of dicks

and buy my fucking books,

and live your life your own damn way

and something something -ooks.

I could have spent time on a rhyme

that made that line work out

But this is off the top my head

my brains’s a running spout

of useless facts and funny shit

it never must make sense,

And Iron Maiden taught me well

to rhyme the word ‘vengeance.’

So go away, fuck off, begone,

because I’m off to bed, with fuzzy head

and hair of red and aching legs of lead

from running all the LIVE LONG day

I’m tired, cold, and dead. Night.

 

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