13 Best Futa Sci-Fi and Fantasy Books | 2017 #Futa #LPRTG #Transgender


  1. Turned into a Fembot by Lisa Change 

  2. Your New Plaything by Nikki Cresent

  3. Pop & Lollie by Moctezuma Johnson

  4. Template: A Masks by Rodford Edmiston

  5. Futa’s Passionate Awakening by Reed James

  6. [amazon text=Video Game Gender Bender&asin=B073TZ7LVK] by Nina Nocturne

  7. [amazon text=Taken Futa Aliens&asin=B073ZFK4GD] by Alison West

  8. [amazon text=Futa Maid&asin=B01HNOIBOW] by Thomas Pike

  9. [amazon text=Lipstick Her Leather Anthology&asin=B0728P3PYQ] by Multiple Authors

  10. [amazon text=Futanari Switch Futa Female Extreme&asin=B071WN5F86] by Lara Longstaff

  11. [amazon text=The Empress’s New . . . Rod&asin=B072R4WMJW] by Julie Law

  12. [amazon text=Agent of F.U.T.A.&asin=B01LZKZ0LR] by Kella Z. Driel

  13. [amazon text=Gender Games&asin=B073DTQBX9] by Nikki Crescent


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Teaser of Gallery of Various Smutpunk Art (300+ pieces) | #LPRTG #Erotica



Gallery of Delicous, Uncut Smutpunk Covers (you’ll never find these on major retailers)


Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like it’s a shame that this kind of talented artwork cannot be shared on the major retailers. Anyway, I can’t always fight the man. However, I can run my own site with autonomy and share this genius with you. Enjoy!

Dear Smutpunk,

Below is TEASER from the Gallery of Various Smutpunk Art from this site from 2015-2017. Browse through it as you wish and click to enlarge smaller images. Some of the covers are really precious but thanks to our conservative society cannot be shared in public places like facebook, amazon, and pinterest. So I ask that you join me in the exclusive VIP Smutpunk club where thankfully this site allows you the freedom and trust to see and read what you want 100% uncut. In the VIP Smutpunk club you can let your dick and/or tits hang out, smoke a joint or rolled unicorn spit for all I care, and touch yourself until you squirt bubbling pink hearts through the ceiling. I hope you feel at home. Enjoy! 


Black Comedy by Moctezuma Johnson





Futadelic - The Power of Potion

Attack of the Replicating Dildos

Alien Wrestling Night

Alien Wrestling Night


She was tired of hubby’s rice dick. She was ready for something big and full. This cover got the book into the dungeon and I’ve just left it. Fuck it. I am what I am.



There are hundreds more to browse, from a little erotica to hardcore smutpunk literary porn.

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Missing Jenny – Psychedelic Smutpunk Poem #smutpunk #LPRTG


i want to send Jenny
a phat juicy ass
and puckered asshole
a watusi mass
and cupboard bowl
velcro’d to a message:
we could have stayed together
i miss pumping your
six hangers
your either holes
your chopsticks
and lemonade mix
no more cliffhangers, baby
just hers
she knows my
secret breathing
get your ugly whore face
over here now
we can swing together
from tit to tit
from ass to ass
like how you love
sneaking up behind me
and tossing my salad






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Poem Remix of Untitled Poem by Poet who May Not Even Exist #Poem #LPRTG

hey, traveler!

write on bits
of torn paper
place in each
favorite library
between the sheets
naked and revealed
like an author
in a book store
perhaps someone
will open the pages
in Mumbai, or Strasbourg,
or an underground mall
in Seoul
wonder where this magical
ticker tape came from
machine in China? latrine in Bangladesh?
sweat shop in una hacienda en Mexico
political referendum in Kathmandu
criminal apprehended in a Chateau in West Bordeaux
extradited to Moscú
with nothing but a portmanteau
slung on his back
filled with toy
milking each other
in this literotica
playing harmonica
squeezing titty
until the glorious white ink
splashes, sprays, spooges
the tiny bits
of paper
this unlined moleskin
now has lines
not on the page
not in the library
not on this planet
but in your mind’s eye
that infinite ticker tape parade
sprinkling all over
the multiverse
word by word
letter by letter
serif sans serif

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Rosetta Stone / Crypt Key

Definitions of portmanteau:
noun: a large travelling bag made of stiff leather
noun: a new word formed by joining two others and combining their meanings
Example: “`motel’ is a portmanteau word made by combining `motor’ and `hotel'”

*zedonk, from zebra and donkey (progeny of)
*literotica, from literature and erotica


Hotel Sex, a Knife in the Back, and Curvy Gorgeous Jynx

Juicy Jynx

Hotel Sex: There’s something so cheap and sexy about it!

Jynx is a little sexpot. She is curvy—with big tits like bulbous eggplants held by sports bras and a juicy ass that smacks you back wSmutpunk Bukkake Serieshen smacked because it’s so tight—and a crazy conniving bitch using cunt as a weapon and cum as a salve. Her arch enemy is Jenny. Her greatest love story is Moctezuma Johnson.

Read the Chronicles of a Humiliation Series to learn more about her.


Read an excerpt from the Hotel Party (part 1 of the series)

Read a poem about Jenny

A couple of notes about writing poetry

Moctezuma's SMUTPUNK'd abs is a poet for hire

Good Morning, Pulp Army!

I’m jetlagged, up early with plans to work out brutally with a friend but it’s raining in New York City, so that’s cancelled. I should write, but I’m too foggy yet hyped up and just don’t feel like it. I’ll probably troll FB and make snide comments on lots of shit that irritates me (well, everything) and remix poems that drive me up a wall. Am I a dick?

In related news, if you troll my site you will see that I often hate my own poems. One of my professors once told me that Anne Sexton used to read her poems publicly with a pencil in her hand and cross stuff out and rearrange things as she read out loud. I think the poetic soul is restless, unsatisfied, and just generally surly. Mine is. The thing that seems to be constantly out of whack and even changing as the world grows and the universe reconsiders everything and nothing and cares deeply and apathetically is the rhythm. Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm. They say when buying a house or learning how to throw a fastball “location, location, location.” Well, I say two main things to myself when writing: one, “so what?” and two, “rhythm, rhythm, rhythm!”

Personally, I think writing poetry makes my prose flow better and activates it. It gives it energy and sizzle. I mean we write to entertain. Who wants flat and boring? I mean, outside of FB (teehee). I’m not sure if writing prose helps my poetry. Probably not. I think the only thing that would help my poetry is electric shock therapy, but I guess I’m not much of an artist because I’m not willing to make that kind of sacrifice.

Snap, Crackle, Art by MJ (week 5 and 6 post)


Snap, Crackle, Art by MJ (for Nu Romantics)


Salvador Dali

Week Five (5) of #SnapCrackleArtByMJ has to veer off the kitschy poparttramdressedas-train and get on a proper Dali locomotive for a moment. While at the Dali Theater-Museum in Figueres, Catalonia, Spain, I took a photo through a looking glass of the Mae West room. A few weeks ago I posted that Mae West photo. That was a photo I took from the internet. This time it’s my photo with my own hands. I think you’ll enjoy it. If you click the above hashtag and scroll back on the Nu Romantics site, you will see Mae’s lips (and other lips). Here is Dali’s rendition of her, built with furniture and two paintings for eyes. To see the exhibit in Figueres, Catalonia, Spain I traveled by AVE (Alta Velocidad Espanol) to the sleepy little hometown of Dali. It’s a lovely town that was a pleasure to visit even if there wasn’t the amazing artist’s museum. The pre-museum cortado was delicious and afterwards my wife and enjoyed one of the best gazpachos I ever had. Unfortunately, salmorejo seems scarce in Catalunya (I adore that spelling of the word). If you’re like me, Spain is worth visiting just for the food (much as France is). However, Spain has Dali. Dali was a fierce nationalist, so much so that he openly supported the Franco dictatorship. Most journalists don’t dwell on this fact because they like to make art seem always made by liberals. Dali was a complex man, one who wasn’t even allowed access to his wife and muse Gala. By the end of their relationship, he bought her a house in the countryside, one which she had always wanted, and was only allowed visitation rights rarely and set up by formal request and acceptance via post. All of this Dali tension makes sense as you approach the red museum with eggs on the roof and a great big glass dome in the middle. His tomb is inside the museum and the whole place reeks of surrealism. To see the Mae West exhibit which I’d like to talk about as it links to a past post, I went into a dark room and then walked up a small staircase and stood under an elephant. I looked through a viewfinder between the super long legs of an elephant sculpture. The viewfinder fish-eyed the room to reveal a beautiful Mae West. See the photo below.

Joan Miro

I also had the pleasure of visiting the Miro Museum in Barcelona. Among many amazing features of Miro’s work, I was struck by one particular phase of his work were he burned the canvas that he painted. He didn’t burn it to smithereens, he just set it ablaze enough to poke a hole in it, and blacken certain edges, and char some of the colors. As I stood in awe of his work, I thought how that would translate into writing. I thought about [amazon text=If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler&asin=B00ALJH63O] by the incomparable Italo Calvino (by far my favorite writer ever) and thought that his book about a manuscript gone wrong at the printer is about as close as anyone has come to simulating the burnt canvas of Joan Miro. In today’s ePublishing ecosystem, I think it can be done pretty well. I mean the digital file is certainly corruptable. What possible permutations are there? In Choose Your Own Kink SEXcapade, I tackle some of those possibilities, but a book I’ve been taking notes for before writing (Tentatively Titles If on a Mid-Summer’s Early-Evening a Prostitute) has more of a possibility of doing some justice to Miro’s vision. He made some incredible art that really stretched the boundary of what is art. Smutpunk owes Miro and incredible debt of gratitude. See photos below.


  • Whose work do you enjoy more, Dali or Miro?
  • What do you like about each artist?

Find more photos from my museum excursion in Catalunya and facebook.com/MoctezumaLXIX.

Archives of 

‘Snap, Crackle, Art’ by MJ 

on Nu Romantics

Week 1 at Nu Romantics – Mirror Post Hosted Online at smutpunk.me

Week 2 at Nu Romantics – Mirror Post Hosted Online at smutpunk.me

Week 3 at Nu Romantics – Mirror Post Hosted Online at moctezumajohnson.com

Week 4 at Nu Romantics – Mirror Post Hosted Online at smutpunk.me

Week 5 at Nu Romantics (featuring photos from the Dali Theatre-Museum in Figueres, Spain) – Mirror Post Hosted Online at moctezumajohnson.com

Week 6 at Nu Romantics (waiting for the Nu Romantic Folks *avg wait time so far = 12 hours) – Mirror Post Hosted Online at medium.com

List of All Snap, Crackle, Art by MJ posts on Nu Romantics



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Joan Miro


Salvador Dali





The FUTA Dicksicle Stand on Amazon #LPRTG #BookBoost


The Futa Dicksicle Stand by Moctezuma Johnson

It’s out! Live! New Release! Compra compra compra! Damas y Caballeros…Ladies and Gentleman…여러분…download the sticky, creamy dicksicle sisterhood fun now. 

Basic Plot:

A sexually repressed pregnant woman tries to solve hot flashes by a drive to get ice cream. Instead her friendship with her bestie gets tested when a FUTA-on-FEMALE ménage-e-trois is suggested by a sexy, sassy dicksicle cashier. Find out how far our heroine is willing to go to please her bestie and keep the creamsicles milkie.

Week No. 3 – Snap, Crackle, Art [mirror of FB post on Nu Romantics]

I’m doing a weekly feature on Pop Art for the Nu Romantics. Click to see past posts. This week is week no. 3 – Snap, Crackle, Art featuring the work of Sir Eduardo Paolozzi
Yeah, it is the Fourth of July but since America certainly doesn’t deserve a Birthday this year I thought I’d keep the pop art cumming, spewing, frothing at the mouth even though it’s a holiday on paper for Americans which many Nu Romantics are although I’d dare them to explain basic US law to me. Anyways, I mean, what’s life without routine? What’s an MJ post without digression and misdirection. So last week was lips, I’ll include some $th (stet) of July lips for shits and giggles. Then, I’ll get into the murky alligator infested waters of Week Three featuring Eduardo Paolozzo (because why not feature a Brit who was born in Scotland of Italian parents on American Blow-Your-Fingers-Off-Your-Hand and Believe-some-BS-stories-about-Flagmaking Day).

Now personally, I find these Eduardo Paolozzi pieces eerily prophetic about the mess we are in right now in 2017 kind of at a halfway purgatory between cave paintings and technology. I mean, we have iPhones and NASA yet most people use their phones to read fake news and get their fifteen minutes of fame cut into 7 second bites they accrue daily and poor NASA just this week had to debunk an Alien Child Slave Colony on Mars. So, the more we’ve progressed, the more we are grunting and stenciling our names into the rock while not able to decipher shadow from corporeal reality.

Check out the artwork below and answer the three questions, if you feel daring, sexy, and a little lonely on the side:
  1. What do these pop art pieces speak to? Did Eduardo predict the world being owned and controlled by Amazon and other algorithms? Did he foresee our inability to discern truth from bullshit? As you know, the motto of 2017 is “Bullshit is Truth, Truth Bullshit”
  2. Do you like the art? What does it remind you of?
  3. Are these pieces romantic? sarcastic? or something else?
  4. Do you believe there’s a Child Slave Colony on Mars
PERSONAL SIDE NOTE: I get a kick out of indie authors bitching that Amazon didn’t approve a cover or something as if Amazon is a bunch of old ladies knitting around a campfire. The indie authors invariably get angry that “amazon didn’t even respond.” Like in the artwork of Paolozzi, the whole machine is run by algorithms and computers and patterns and patterns and patterns. If you ask me, wrestling with an algorithm is an exercise in futility.
FUN FACT: Like many Italians in English-speaking countries during WWII, Paolozzi was held at an internment camp.
Artwork Credit:
Each piece is by Eduardo Paolozzi except the lips (unknown artist)
#PopArt #SnapCrackleArtbyMJ #smutpunk | Week No. 3 – Snap, Crackle, Art









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