‘Feeling Alone & Shell Shocked’ #LPRTG #smutpunk

I never feel like I fit in

I’m an outlier

Few people have the experiences I’ve lived through so it’s hard to relate

I’m like a soldier coming back from my own personal Vietnam that nobody else fought

Shell shocked

In a way nobody knew existed

So when my cock goes in your mouth

My hands around the back of your head

It’s the closest thing I’ll get to Peace

WIP: If on a Summer’s Day a Prostitute | Moctezuma Johnson |#LPRTG

This book, tentatively titled If On a Summer’s Day a Prostitute, is like one of Joan Miro’s burnt canvasses. Learn more about this Work in Progress.

“Wine and head” by Namio Harukawa

Prologue

You’re so excited to read the new one by Mictezuma Jihnson. You’ve heard a lot about it. It’s been promoted on twitter by a thousand russian prostibots and it’s been shared in readers groups (you know the ones where authors like Mictezuma copy and paste the same links ad nauseum). Pins have made their way around various folders. Instagram accounts have been hashtagged from the tens to the thousands to get those invaluable likes. Influencers have gotten freebies and exponentially grown their own followers while promoting the heck out of this new one from the great MJ. ARCs have been given out. Special advanced copies have been given to subscribers and to patreons who have supported with $2 and higher per month. All of this has been done to create the buzz of the indie author. None of it does much, yet all of it does something. The Gestalt Philosophy is that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, and it may be. This is the modern world. This is modern publishing. You are a modern reader, as comfortable with paper against your thumb and forefinger as you are swiping pages across a small pixelated screen. You fancy yourself a good reader, thus you can hang with the heavyweights like MiJi, the nickname they’ve given this Mictezuma Jihnson. MiJi’s writing is an acquired taste like whiskey. He is not for everyone. They’ve described him as Bukowski on steroids, the Great K’iche’-Mayab Philosopher with the cooking skills of the Mediterranean and the cock prowess of an out of work pornstar drinking beer on his couch in just his tube socks pulled up to his knees like Jimmy Connors in the 70s. He’s more like Bukowski on Steroids laced with Viagra, but that’s a debate for another day. Today, you’re happy to have one of the first copies of this new book. According to the internets, it’s a good one. You are done with work. Kick your shoes of, and tell your kids you’re done for the night, to leave you alone. And turn down the volume on that damn tablet so I can read, you say. There are so many tocsins stealing your attention. Devices are attention whores, and you want to be whored out right by Mictezuma’s new book. 

You turn on your device and wait for it to appear, like a phantom out of thin air. You begin reading, mouthing the words silently, “If on a Summer’s Day a Prostitute…” and already your heart is beating a tick faster. That one illicit word has affected you. That MJ’s words do that do you every time.

If on a summer’s day a prostitute

A small maple tree bloomed. In months it would shed. Now it was magnolia and cherry blossoms. The mother collected fallen leaves gingerly and placed them carefully in wooden boxes. She poured her husband’s sake with two hands. He accepted it with one. She was as delicate as a cherry blossom. She walked the house gently like a full step would shatter the floor, causing a rift that would sink the mountain into the Earth’s core. She wore pretty robes that hugged her fresh young body. She had a wonderful figure. She was geisha and hentai rolled up into one obedient wife. She pranced on her toes. Her breasts were perky and full. She spoiled her son with sweet breads and chocolate sticks. Everything about her was perfect. I was simply a guest of the house, part of their guesthouse. She brought me fresh cut fruit and cooked fish that she cut open for me expertly with chopsticks by slicing the skeleton straight down the bone with one stick, while she held the stick’s twin demurely with her crinkled pinky finger. She was an amazing woman. She let me gaze at her, admire her small nose, smooth skin, ample breasts, and ripe bottom. Her legs were always neatly together when she sat and her knees rarely parted. Yet, for all this delicate apparent conservatism, there was something sexually alluring about her like all this self-control was practiced to cage a ravenous wanton beast. I was sure her husband got to enjoy pleasures I could only dream about. In fact, I could hear some of them after the sun went down. One night I got up to investigate the sound and found their wooden door cracked open. I stood there and watched through the crack in the wall as she massaged him. He moaned like they were making love but all she was doing was cupping his balls in her hand. No woman ever cupped my balls to orgasm but I think that’s what I witnessed through the crack that night in the moonlight. I had to abandon my spot for fear of getting caught. I went back to my room but couldn’t get the sight of her naked bosom out of my mind. I was in love. She had me in her hand. I was her guest, her customer, and her adorer.

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The kindle has started smoking from the sex scenes and it melts but still works. The whole thing hasn’t melted. Don’t let Mictezuma confuse you with his hyperbole. Also, what do you think about this second person bullshit? Ever read a story like this and liked it? You remember reading Half Asleep In Frog’s Pajamas, but that was probably the worst of all his books. Oh well. 

Anyways. 

The kindle hasn’t melted like a Dali clock. It just gives off a faint smell of burning rubber, like the semiconductors have burned out. If you look closely at the ugly boxy corners of the Amazon reading device, you find they are slightly brown and rounded. 

Unfortunately, when you scroll you are stuck in a new story. You can backtrack to the boarder story but when you return to the present, the next story, that next story is different. It’s no longer the hot Japanese boarder story. 

It’s no longer the sultry wife skittering about among the weeping willows and japanese maple trees in the well-manicured garden. No more demure woman for which who you and the protagonist have teamed up to yearn. 

Now it’s an empath dealing with a murder. Wtf?

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Sex Tip No. 20 – The Art of Insertion (sticking things in your ass) #LPRTG #SexTip #SmutStreet

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The Art of Anal Insertion

How do we insert something in an ass unaccustomed to such insertions. This is the question. Basically, it should be done slowly and all lubed up or it may be a bit of an unpleasant experience. Like anything, you have to enjoy it to enjoy it. One thing to keep in mind is that the one doing the taking is the one who is really in control although it may seem opposite.

If you’re inserting a butt plug for example, you have a lot of responsibility because if you go too fast or too hard you will turn off your partner and lost her trust. Try to be gentle. Whatever you think is gentle, be more gentle than that. Start with something soft, a feather or a tongue is a good way to warm up an ass.

Dont’s:

Don’t do what this Malay police officer did in Bukit Baru, Malacca when he stuck his fingers into his wife’s anus over cell phone row.

Click to Learn What NOT To Do 

Lube Lube Lube, baby! In fact, more lube.

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That’s the real key to anal insertion. Since the ass doesn’t lube itself, you need to. There are some pretty good lubes out there. There’s stuff like Astroglide to make things slippery. Never use Extra Virgin Olive Oil, trust me. Unless you want to feel as much friction as a virgin every time! There are butt desensitizers which will remove some of the pain with an analgesic numbing agent. There’s also lube that is designed to look like fake cum which can be a lot of fun for cuckold fantasy play or bukkake roleplays among other ideas. Remember to use some common sense. Don’t use a silicone lube as it will degrade silicone toys like the 17-inch butt plug. Also, remember warming up an ass takes time. Lots of time. It could take hours or even days or weeks to get an ass ready.

Why is Anal Insertion Necessary? How can it help you?

You know the saying, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Well, that was in a different time, the time when America was great before it launched coups, Atomic weapons, and agent orange on the world. In those days, perhaps an apple could do it. But not anymore. What the fuck will an apple do? I don’t think eating ass was a first date staple like it is today. Now, the saying goes like this: some butt play a day keeps the doctor away.

Anal can help you! It can actually save your life!

Some butt play a day keeps the doctor away because the anal area is super sensitive and also can be super tight. By playing with ass you will release tension, relax, and stir up endorphins that all help in healing. It has been suggested that a little butt play can actually fend off such things as stress headaches, prostate cancer, and hemorrhoids. By using a butt plug and/or other anal play, you are massaging the prostate and strengthening the muscles around the ass. This can be handy later in life. I’m not talking about jamming a [amazon text=17-inch Huge Butt Plug / Dildo&asin=B07B2Y6QP7] up your ass twice a day, that can have some of the unwanted consequences of the extreme anal porn stars where they can no longer keep their shit inside their bodies and leak all over unless a big diaper is velcro’d to their leaky asses. However, moderate anal play will help you build all of your body, including the nether regions. It will help you have fun. It will help you relax.

Also, it will increase your ability to feel pleasure. By tapping into the extremely sensitive nerve receptors on your anus you will experience different sensations that will help you relax and keep stress to a minimum.

There’s nothing as exciting as hitting new nerve endings. I shave my head and the first time I shaved and showered it was like having a cranial orgasm. I had never had any sensation like water on a bare head before and it was marvelous. The sensations on your ass are even more sensitive! The first time I put my finger into my ass and found my prostate it was like finding god. It also gave me a raging hard on. I mean, I was so hard my dick kind of hurt. Fuck viagra, boys, just stick a finger up your ass!

But MJ, I’m scared!

If you’re scared of putting something inside you ass, start small. Use a hand held shower head to spray the asshole, then insert just the tip of your finger. Move to putting half of your finger inside and kind of leaving it there. Then insert the whole finger. After you’ve gotten comfortable with that, upgrade to a small butt plug, and so on until all 17 inches of big john slate are pumping you while you scream your own name!

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Note about Header Image:
I took that years ago with some Korean chick with a nice round ass.
I was enjoying writing “slut” and “whore” and “cumpig” all over her
thighs, calves, forehead and then wanted to facefuck her
and didn’t know where to stick
the whiteboard marker (I was teaching English at the time). 

Read about some delectable Butt Play in the Smutpunk on Skates Series

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