Kat asks, “Smutpunk, What the F@CK is it?” #MrBrtg #LPRTG
Kat Crimson has rocked it out, of course. You may be familiar with the hot trending hashtag #KatIsAlwaysRight (a real fan favorite). Here she proves why she’s right again. SMUTPUNK. She gets it. I think she may get it better than the Smutpunkists get it.
Click the pussy below and have a read.

Click the pussy to get to Kat’s post (not you don’t have to remove the panties to get to this pussy, pervs!)
The Adventures of Sarchasmo Versus Apographia | #EARTG #MrBrtg
Below you will find a very short excerpt of a short little ditty released today. This piece has a lot of balls and cock (sometimes in ziploc baggies) but absolutely no sex, so be forewarned.
This 2,000-word short short is a reaction to the copycats who have flattered me quite a bit recently. Thank you, all!
My readers don’t want black and white, they want color, and light, and drama, and futas, and fully articulating arms.
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!
Review of Erotic Pulp #1 Sci-Fi Mystery SMUTPUNK, baby! #EARTG #LPRTG
Now, True Believers, coming to the Amazon shelfies is a Pulpadelic Comic Book without the drawings by the illustrious Callie Press. I was lucky enough to see this work form and have just had the enormous pleasure (and I mean enormous! Wink wink) of reading Erotic Pulp #1 and wanted to leave a review on the ZON but it’s not possible on Pre-Order so I’ll put it here. Be Forewarned: SPOILERS GALORE!
These stories share that Stan Lee quality of focusing on really wholesome ordinary characters who are then plagued, blessed, beaten by exceptional circumcisions, err, circumstances. I mean, you have Fit Man and Burpee Girl succumbing to Street Thug and you have Barnacle Man cocksplitting a captain. As Sea Captain of Facebook Brazil I really vibed off that one. I mean, peoples, when’s the last time you saw a cockslap lead to entrails all over sails? Am I right? Read that one outloud: entrails all over sails. Oh yeah! Then you have the sweet, sumptuous Candy, and the running maniac Danny running, pounding, hurdling, bumping cockhead to cervix in a very Bizarre Olympic Tune-up. This is one of the best climactic sex scenes I’ve ever read. From COCKSLAP to ROMANTIC HURDLE, this is Callie Press in a delicately painted nutshell. Her work is brash and subtle at the same time. She has an outstanding gift for dialogue. Have you ever seen those amazing Chinese painted bottles? They are these tiny bottles that the artist paints carefully from the inside. They have highly acute detail. That’s Callie. From word choice to sentence structure to characterization to dialogue to plot arc you are ensconced in the soft velvet of Callie’s genius.
Pre-Order it! And on release day, read it first thing. Then share your reviews. I can’t wait to hear what others think of this piece. It’s getting my early vote for Moctezuma’s Golden Cunt Award (best book of the year).
From the Callie Press:
- Fit Man and Burpee Girl in … Street Justice!
- Barnacle Man stars in … (censored) Your Boat! (See? Continuity already!)
- Candy and Danny in … A Romantic Hurdle!
- Untitled Smutpoem by your own sweet Callie!
- An introduction to the Intraworld in … Last Day On Earth!
- And the main event this ish is San Esperma in … Queen Kegel’s CASTLE!
Admiral Yi
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