"Butterfly: A Day In The Park" Now Available for Labor Day!

 

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So here ya go friends, another light-hearted kinky erotic romance. But one appropriate for Labor Day. In this story I tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a society where no one is insecure about having food, shelter and clothing and no one is required to work, and the work that is available is four six hour days out of an eight day week: in short, a four day work week and a four day weekend. (We could do this right now if we wanted to.) They have plenty of time for love.

Also in that world, BDSM is considered the normal way to have sex. It is, in short, a fun world. The story is about two people who go to the park, dance, have lunch and go to a sex dungeon and have all sort of sexy dungeon fun. That is literally all there is to the novella, though they have a LOT of sexy dungeon fun.

We don't live in a society like that, but Labor Day IS a three day vacation, so here's hoping you all have a wonderful time this Labor Day. 

"Louisiana Slay Ride" Now on Amazon and Smashwords

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“I know oligarchs can get away with almost anything, but setting off nukes under oil wells has to be the one thing not even an oligarch could get away with.”

Those were Honey Trapps’ words when she first heard abut Jacques Ledoux. Ledoux was Louisiana third generation oil wealth, a man who believed in himself but who probably should not have. He had already squandered a great deal of money on various unsuccessful schemes, so much that he was now only immensely wealthy instead of insanely wealthy. And Ledoux’s latest scheme looked like a desperate attempt to recoup his losses.

There were also rumors in the wealthy BDSM circles that Honey Trapp traveled in that some subs who scened with Ledoux never scened with anybody again. When the Initiative asks her to join Ledoux’s harem and get the goods on his nuke scheme in the most sexually submissive way possible, Honey doesn’t want to go. She has a rule about not subbing for even the most alpha male doms if they have bad reports from other subs, and subs who vanish is about as bad as the reports can get.

But Ledoux is rich and connected and hides his secrets well, if the rumors are even true. Only Honey’s unique skills at working her way into a dom’s heart via organs located elsewhere on his anatomy can worm the secrets out of him.

It’s Honey’s most dangerous assignment yet, filled with intrigue, danger and much sexually submissive hanky-panky in Ledoux’s harem. Sex, adventure and intrigue abound as Honey risks her person and her fortune to stop an oligarch from precipitating a nuclear disaster.

This novel is just over 43,000 words in length and is part of the Honey Trapp series.

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"The Naked Jungle" Now Available on Smashwords

  

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Honey Trapp is a natural born submissive, a beautiful party girl who loves doing every kinky, sexy thing that sexy dominant men, including the world’s richest and most powerful men, want her to do. She’s also an agent of the Initiative, a shadowy worldwide secret organization devoted to forcing the world’s governments to combat climate change before it destroys human civilization.

The Initiative offers Honey a long-term assignment that involves three months’ training in the slave kennels of the Bascom Agency, the world’s finest supplier of slavegirls-for-hire to the wealthy and powerful. Honey jumps at the chance to be trained in the closest thing there is to a real slave training school, because it’s sexy fun and great cover for any female spy.

But Bascom’s training regimen is rigorous. The lessons are long and hard and thrust deep into Honey’s psyche and elsewhere The bondage is strict and the sex is raunchy. Can Honey survive and enjoy the many and varied, often arousing training sessions she endures in the Bascom slave training pens? And will Honey survive her first assignment as the personal love slave of the Generalissimo, the dictator of the tiny nation of Las Miserabil in South America? The mighty fossil energy giant Globoil, Inc., is the major source of income for Las Miserabil, and hence, the major source of power for the Generalissimo. And when Globoil’s drill rig wastes pollute the water source of the Arapunga tribe that lives in Las Miserabil’s interior, leaving them sick and dying, no one in power cares – but the Initiative cares.

As an agent of the Initiative Honey will do every sexy submissive thing she can do to help put an end to Globoil’s pollution -- but will it be enough?

This novel is over 40,000 words long.

Mall of Shame Now Shamefully Available on Smashwords

Mall Of Shame is a novella, costs $1.99, and you can buy it here. Available in Kindle, Nook, epub and other formats.

This story is just about entirely sexual bondage porn. From beginning to end, it’s almost all either naked people tied up and being sexually molested in public or people being stripped and tied up in preparation for being sexually molested in public. It’s one of the pieces of writing I’ve done as well.

And the sexual bondage is not consensual, it’s not consensual AT ALL. While nobody’s parts get put inside or rubbed against anyone else’s parts (though dildo wands figure heavily in the story, and there’s a butthook) so there’s no RAPE, per se. But … there’s orgasms aplenty.

If that doesn’t leave you wanting to get the novella, I just don’t know what will.

Like a lot of my stories, “Mall of Shame” was inspired by an image, specifically the image to be found in this link (totes NSFW).

 When I saw it, I was amazed at its emotional power. The model was conveying shame and humiliation so wonderfully, while methodically pumping that dildo pole in and out of her pussy with some wonderfully smooth hip motions. There was a story there somewhere, a really good one.

And when I had thought about that scene occurring in the public area of a mall, I had my story. Writing it was smooth as silk. It worked wonderfully in my Basic Income world, set just a little bit in the future when AI-driven automation is just starting to turn the screws on the Managerial Professional Class. (More on that in another post on the Pat Powers subreddit).

So give the story a read, I think you’ll find it engaging and totally sexual bondage-licious!

Why Did I Write A Parody of the EarthCent Ambassador Series?

So, my new novelette, "Late Nights At Onion Station" is a parody of the EarthCent Ambassador series by I.M. Foner.

I have not done any parodies before, though it's very clear I like humor and I read a LOT. Almost all of my stories have been completely original works, no fannish stuff among them. I have my own stories to tell, thankyewverymuch, and although I've taken some humorous jabs at this and that, I've never outright parodied anything.

And like most parodists, I'm a fan of what I'm parodying. I've read and enjoyed the entire EarthCent Ambassador series. But the definition of “parody” explains why I did it: “a parody targets or mimics an original work to make a point.” And I wrote “Late Nights At Onion Station” to make a point about something that bothered me about the original work: its libertarianism. I'm more of a socialist.

The libertarianism in the Earthcent Ambassador series is very subtle, well buried in the story. But once you see it, you can't unsee it: the EarthCent Ambassador series is a pure libertarian fantasy at heart. There are little clues: the protagonist, despite being the chief representative of humans on Union Station, is paid very little money, so little that she lives in a slummy area of the human sector of Union Station and has to save up money to buy a comfy chair.

Why is she paid so little despite her important government position? Because she's a government official, of course, and government is not important in libertarian fantasy land. While the protagonist of Union Station makes so little money that the food at diplomatic receptions is an important part of her diet, all her friends and acquaintances who are independent businesspeople make huge amounts of money from their activities. They can't do anything at all without making huge piles of money. Because they're independent entrepreneurs, you see: the good guys.

As a socialist, this was annoying, but what was REALLY annoying was the usual libertarian obliviousness to the fate of those who don't work out well in his paradise. This is in fact my major problem with libertarianism in general: their focus is always on those who succeed in libertarian society, with a general feeling that almost anyone can succeed if you put forth a little effort, gosh darn it!

Most libertarians, in fact, have little or no interest in what happens to those who don't do well in their libertarian fantasy. Often you get a sense that they would be fine with people who aren't good bargainers in the free and open markets starving to death and dying, that they would happily kick their bodies aside on their way to the bank.

You can see this by the way libertarian authors focus on the successes in their stories and ignore the losers. The successful entrepreneurs who make scads of money and get loads of power in their lives are the FUN part of the libertarian fantasy. Of course that's who gets all the attention in a libertarian story.

But if you don't pay attention to what happens to all the other people in your society, you're basically building a hell on Earth, and honestly, that's what I think most libertarians are doing. They don't WANT to create a hell on Earth, any more than the original Communists wanted to create the Soviet Union from Imperial Russia, but as the Soviet Union demonstrated (and China) if you're at all sloppy in thinking about how you get to your paradise, you can so very, very easily wind up with a dictatorship or an oligarchy that commits crimes against humanity without so much as blinking.

And libertarians are even worse than Communists in this respect. They really, really don't want to deal seriously with the hard part of their fantasy, which is how do you handle the people who don't do so well in the free and open marketplace? The phrase “ideological blinders” was invented for this phenomenon. Libertarians are like architects who want to build a skyscraper that will truly scrape the clouds, but have little or no interest in building a solid foundation.

The problem is, when you look at any group of human beings statistically, for almost any set of abilities and skills, including success in business, if you graph the results it forms a bell curve, with the bulk of people falling in the middle of the curve, and a considerable portion (half, even!) falling on the wrong side of the halfway mark. That being the case, you need to ensure that your system, whatever it is, provides a decent standard of living to the people who fall on that wrong side, not just the lucky winners.

Just assuming that everyone will magically be above average in a libertarian scheme is ridiculous, but a lot of libertarians do just that.

I think the reason that libertarians aren't willing to address the “ground floor” issues is that it may require making an exception to their rule that every problem can be solved by the invisible hand of an unfettered marketplace.

It might require some crude actions like taxing the very rich and successful (the beneficiaries of the invisible hand) at higher rates to fund housing, food and medical care for the poor. It might require, in short, some form of socialism.

It's time to call the belief that the invisible hand of the marketplace can solve all social problems and allow people to live free of government of any kind what it is: magical thinking.

And that's what really bugs me about libertarians, that they let this magical thinking fuck them up time and time again, because you know, if they took the time and effort to work out how a libertarian society could help the losers in the marketplace, they might just have a robust ideology that could compete successfully with democratic socialism.

But they can't, they won't and they don't, and so they remain a fringe, though a markedly more successful fringe than their ideology deserves, because many parts of it (the economic parts) dovetail very nicely with traditional conservatism.

And so you have many, many science fiction books written with this profoundly dumb, magical thinking, wish fulfillment hoo-ha presented as a wonderful basis for a society to exist on.

I found a very nice way to dramatize the problems with libertarianism in the story. I also manage to point out how adherence to libertarian principles makes one inherently blind to the suffering of others. And I ramped it all up to 11, to make it funny. And by damn, it IS funny. Some of the best humor comes from annoyance. I hope you enjoy it.

Enjoy my story "The Night That Christmas Got Real" now free on Amazon through Dec 25. And Merry Christmas!

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Da blurb:

Simiyuki Simmons was an Asian-American who was a long way away from her country of origin, culturally and personally. She thought of herself as an all-American California girl. But she also longed to be the right guy's hentai heroine, doing all sorts of kinky, sexy things while totally under his control. Unfortunately, there were an awful lot of wrong guys out there. She had never met one that even came close to being the right one.

Joe Culpepper was a gamer, leading a lonely and impoverished life as an auto parts picker. He was a large, powerfully built man, but was still very shy around women. What if he spoke the truth of his heart to them, that he wanted to dominate them in bed and make them do all sorts of deliciously sexy things? They might think he was pervert. And he wasn't a pervert. He was just kinky.

Christmas magic will have its way with these two, and help them learn that love and trust are the true sources of Christmas joy, in a way that will warm more than their hearts.

This story is 13,500 words long.

A New Short Story From Pat Powers: "So This Is My Life Now ..." Femdom/femsub a go-go and do you know real real from virtual real? Because I have NO idea what I'm doing here ...

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I have started outlining my novels, though the outline tends to get fairly worked over by my subconscious as I write. But when I write novellas and short stories, I'm still a seat-of-the-pants writer, which means that often, I have no idea WHAT the fuck I'm doing. I just sit down with an idea, start banging things out, and see what happens.

The amazing thing is, I think my subconscious is a better writer than my conscious mind is, and it has PLANS. Plans I have no idea of!

Take my latest story, “So This Is My Life Now ...” It was inspired by porn. Really. It was inspired by this particular porn image. (Which, being a porn image, is NSFW.) The idea was to use a striking bondage image to create a story. And I looked at it, and my mind did as it sometimes does when it sees a striking bondage image, and it created a backstory for this video (which is, in full, about a cop who gets the tables turned on her and becomes a lesbian mistress' slavegirl).

The Mistress' outfit looks kinda like a uniform, so I immediately had an idea: the Mistress is a rebel warrior and the submissive is the cop who got the tables turned, just like the video. I had a vision of the Mistress fucking the slavegirl on the table as in the video, smirking merrily, with people walking by, making the submissive feel so humiliated, with her huge tits squished against the table and her round ass hanging over the edge, tied down and gagged … oh, it was nice.

So then I start writing, and I start writing about a skinny corporate executive buying an implant that gives you dreams that are experienced like real life, from a snarky, class-conscious, non-sentient salesbot.

What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from? I have no idea. But I keep writing because I kinda wanna know. And because, while on a few occasions when something like this happens, it's gone nowhere, most of the time I come up with a better story than I anticipated.

And damned if this wasn't what happened here, because this story turned out to ask the question, “What if your fantasies were better than real life in every respect?” It dealt with the nature of dreams and reality, how they are experienced and how they affect you. The story got into the erotica very fast, in fact, almost all of this story is erotica, with tons of lesbian domination and submission and public sex, nudity, bondage and humiliation – all the good stuff. Stuff that's better than real life ...

Check out the blurb below:

June Jetson was just an ordinary executive, single and married to her job in a time when jobs were becoming increasingly scarce. Head of a corporate human relations department, she discovers that many of her company's lower tier employees are unaccountably happy. They shouldn't be happy: her corporation, like most, is cutting wages and extending hours for the ever-shrinking pool of employees it hasn't yet fired.

So what makes these wretches so happy? A bit of research leads June to discover that her happier employees are all customers of companies like Your Fantasies Unlimited. June decides to conduct some personal research, and life gets very strange when she discovers Mistress Suzy, a Lesbian Janissary of the Thongan Resistance, a dominant warrior woman who knows exactly how to make submissive June bend to her every whim.

What will happen to June? Can she cling to her rung on the ever more precarious corporate ladder when she discovers an erotic fantasy world that is so much better, so much more fulfilling, more thrilling, and just as real, as her “real life?”

“So This Is My Life Now” is mostly erotica. But it's also science fiction. And it's social commentary. All bundled into one juicy story that will grab you by the genitals and fling you in to the future!

“So This Is My Life Now” is also just over  10,000 words long and part of the Basic universe. Enjoy!

Feminism's Big Tent

So in my post on the seemingly contradictory relationship between bondage and feminism,  I said that feminism has been good for bondage, helping create the necessary freedom of choice that makes bondage a fun game for everybody.

"But," some of you may be thinking, "I hate feminism and feminists. They are always going down on men and calling porn a bad thing and trying to make us feel bad for being sexually attracted to women, or this or that sort of woman. WTF?"

It's a fair question, and the apparent difference between me and those who think like that feminism is bad is a product of a different vision of feminism I think.

Feminism is a big tent. There are hundreds of millions, perhaps billions, of women who identify as feminists. Many women identify as feminists for very shallow reasons, just as many people identify as Republicans or Democrats for very shallow reasons. A lot of moms buy their daughters Wonder Woman underoos and cheer on equal pay for equal work and are against rape and more access for day care for working mothers, and that's about the extent of their feminism. This is probably (I don't really know, but it seems a reasonable guess) the majority of self-described feminists.

Somehow, I don't think these are the women whom you were thinking of, when you thought, "I hate feminism and feminists."

The ones you were thinking of, I suspect, were the more extreme feminists, perhaps academics who say things like "All men are rapists" and calling just about everything that happens between a man and a woman rape, and for outlawing porn. Those feminists.

What you need to know is that those feminists constitute a TINY portion of women who think of themselves as feminists, and that they fucking LOVE it when you conflate the two. They love it when people think they speak for all women who consider themselves feminists, even though the Wonder Woman mom feminists might not agree with most of what the extremist feminists have to say.

They love it of course because if the extremist feminists positions are uncritically accepted as the position of feminists as a whole then that amplifies the extreme feminists' voices enormously. They speak for multitudes!

They also love it because when you say, "I hate feminism and feminists" you are punching yourself in the face. You are picking a fight with every woman that thinks of herself as feminist, which means you will almost certainly lose. And you're doing it by opposing people who might find your ideas agreeable, and who might dislike the extreme feminists as much as you do. Congratulations, you're doing just what the extreme feminists want you to do.

Remember, feminism is a big tent. Don't fight the whole tent if you don't have to. I would say, oppose the feminist policy, not feminism. For example, I'm down with equal pay for equal work, opposing rape and sexual harassment, better and more child care for working women, and equal opportunities for women generally (i.e., opposed to the glass ceiling).

But I'm also opposed to letting transgender athletes compete in sports where the layout of their bodies because of the gender they were born with gives them a large advantage over people who are not transgender. I'm against assuming a man is a rapist because he is a man. I think some women can and will make false rape allegations against men, and that this needs to be taken into account when a woman accuses a man of rape or sexual harassment. But I also think that many claims of rape and sexual harassment do have something real to them, and should be investigated thoroughly. Some guys have gotten away with too much shit in real life for too long. Jeffrey Epstein is not alone.

These are nuanced positions, not easily encapsulated by "I hate feminism" or "I am a feminist." But they're mostly me trying to go with evidence and scientific proof, and trying to be fair.

But overall, I'm very comfortable saying that I am a feminist, and generally sympathetic to feminism, even though I know that SOME women who describe themselves as feminists and have leadership positions within the feminist movements would despise me just for having a sexual kink for maledom/femsub. It's a big tent, I feel comfy here.

As for those extreme feminists, I will go with trying to minimize them and discredit their ideas, where appropriate. I'm far from the only self-described feminist who doesn't care for them.

The Joy of Collars and Collaring 1: A Collar For Everyone Who Wants One

"That enough collar for ya, girl?"

Collaring has a great deal of psychological meaning for many kinky folks. For some it is an analogue for a wedding band for kinksters, symbolizing the collarer's ownership of the collar wearer. And for others, it's just another bit of bondage gear. There are no civic structures for kinky relationships like there are for vanilla relationships (i.e., marriage) so these things vary.

This turned out to be important and useful when I decided to create an alternate world where everyone is into dominance and submission. I figured most would be into maledom/femsub stuff, like here on Earth, but there would also be femdom/malesub relationships, as well as gay relationships, asexuals and so forth. There just wouldn't be any, or very rarely, vanilla sexual relationships. It's not that there is any bigotry against vanilla sex, it's just that most people on Collar World wouldn't find it nearly as fun and sexy as kinky sex.

Plus, I didn't want bigotry to be a major theme in the world. “Bigotry is bad”is a good lesson but one well known to most who are into kinky sex. I wanted it to be more of a thought experiment: what kind of world would a world with just kinky people in it be? How would kink culture express itself if it were the dominant culture?

And that's where collaring comes in. To start with, of course, there's a personal collar, where a Master or Mistress gives a sub a collar proclaiming her or him the property of said Master or Mistress, with text that typically says, “XXX, property of ZZZ.” It would probably be the most common sort of collar, and the most sought-after collar.

There would also be Free Use collars, for women who want to have sex with just about anyone, anytime, with some kind of clearly visible hatching that lets Free Use collars be easily identifiable in a crowd or on the street.

There would also be institutional collars, or work collars, that let people know the wearer is on business. Women who have personal collars might have a work tag they hang from one of their personal collar rings, or maybe they'd wear two collars. It would be a matter of taste and practicality.

But work collars would also serve to let women who want a collar but aren't currently in a relationship go about their day without being collared by Masters looking for slaves.

And there would be asexual collars for men and women who don't want to be bothered, or whom are actually asexual, and Temple of the Collar collars for those in service or claiming shelter at a Temple of the Collar, as in the opening of Collar Dread. (I'll save a full explanation of the Temple of the Collar for another post.)

Of course, most Mistresses and Masters wouldn't wear collars at all. They'd be putting collars on the submissives. The lack of a collar would suffice to declare their status.

The point is, on Collar World most people can find a collar (or lack of one) that they are psychologically comfortable wearing. Everyone who wants to feel owned, and most women on Collar World do, can feel owned, generally by a personal Master or Mistress.

I did do one thing in my Collar World stories that I had to for the sake of their salability in the marketplace. And I made some other changes as a result, but more about that in another column. I think I've laid the groundwork here.

What if there was no rape or sexual harassment -- the Dinosaur Conundrum!

Suppose we lived in a world where dinosaurs lived in our forests and jungles and plains and were dangerous and frequent predators of human beings.

Do you think movies about dinosaurs eating people (like Jurassic World) would be the same experience in a world where most people have uncles and cousins and brothers and sisters and parents and children who were eaten by dinosaurs?

Of course not, the movies would be a LOT scarier and would probably have trigger warnings attached to them. The dinosaurs would probably be treated a hell of a lot less sympathetically, too, not being a fantastic beast of old but a current and horrible problem.

By the same token, I don't think there was a LOT of recreational BDSM of the fun, consensual variety going on in the American South prior to, say, 1860. I'm sure there was some, human beings are human beings and we know that the bordellos of Europe offered entertainment for gentlemen that liked to tie up, cane and flog women, or be tied up, caned and flogged, etc.

But it wouldn't be as open or accepted as it is nowadays, given that nonconsensual slavery was a thing. What's going on in the culture has a LOT to do with how accepted entertainments and behaviors of various sorts of are, including sexual kinks.

That's why I think BDSM as she is now practiced is part and parcel of the success of feminism. Because we have granted women greater freedom and autonomy over their bodies, they get to use them in a wider variety of ways, for their own profit and pleasure, and for the profit and pleasure of others.

This is something many feminists do not “get.” They think BDSM of the maledom/femsub variety is symptomatic of patriarchal control of women. They ignore women who LIKE being submissives and try to deny them agency over their own bodies and decisions, without appearing too flagrantly to do so. They say submissive women have internalized the patriarchy and are acting out that internalization. They say such women are self-hating and need to be healthier and discouraged from doing all those awful things from the era of male dominance in all things.

This is not ALL feminists. There are plenty of sex-positive feminists and others who give submissive women agency to express their sexual desires just like anyone else. That's a mistake that a lot of anti-feminists make, conflating all feminists as one group. Feminism is a HUGE tent, and there are a lot of women who call themselves feminists for a lot of different reasons. Picking a fight with ALL feminists when you've only actually got an issue with SOME feminists is stupid.

But to get back to writing -- and yes, this is all related to writing, it's not just a political screed, though I'll admit it sure sounds like one – how about we take our thought experiment one step further? What if rape and sexual harassment were rare, very rare? I mean, what if women got raped about as often as people get eaten by sharks, or alligators?  We know sharks and alligators are out there, and they're dangerous animals, but very few people actually worry about being attacked by them, because it happens so very rarely.

How would women behave in such a society? How would women in OUR society look to them? And how would THEY look to women in our society?

Thinking about it yields some interesting results for the thoughtful science fiction writer, but maybe for you, too. More on that later.

How Incel World Got Its Name

“Incel World” is what the inhabitants of an alternate world timeline call our world in my book “The Visitor from Incel World.” It's the story of a gender studies grad student who gets caught in an accident at a physics lab and winds up transported to an alternate timeline.

The inhabitants of that timeline call it “Earth” but to us, it's known as “Collar World” due to all the women there being willing sex slaves to the men. Basically, most people in Collar World are into BDSM, specifically, the maledom/femsub variety. There are dominant women and submissive men and gay and lesbian pairings as well, and they are accepted, they're just less common than the hetero maledom/femsub pairings.

In fact, most young adults don't pair up early, they spend years engaging in the “free use” lifestyle, which involves lots of promiscuous sex, called a free-use collar, because women engaged in it wear a “free use” collar that encourages others to have sex with them. 

Now, incels don't dominate our world the way collaring dominates Collar World. We got the moniker “Incel World” because the Visitor from Incel World, one Ariana Hufflepuff, was a gender studies major and hence more focused on incels than most people are. Her descriptions of incels made them seem more important to our world than they really are, and more dangerous, too.

And in a world where near-universal promiscuity among young adults is the accepted norm, the whole Incel phenomenon would seem a lot more strange and exotic than it does to us, and it does seem strange and exotic to many of us. It's an inaccurate name that kind of stuck, in part because, even though it's inaccurate, it does express the uneasiness that Collar World residents have for Incel World residents.

(The official designation of our world on Collar World is Earth 2. The official designation of Collar World on our world is Earth 2. It's a rare case of the official designation being a lot more confusing than the unofficial designation, and another reason everyone uses the unofficial desiginations.)

The people on Collar World, a pragmatic matriarchy that hasn't experienced war in centuries, regard the people on Incel World as violent, sexually starved (and often physically starved) rapists and murderers, thanks to Ariana's vivid (and distressingly accurate) descriptions of our world. I can't say I blame them!

There's a lot of fun to be had via misunderstandings when you are dealing with alternate world themes.

Campus Slut Run: A Kinky Sex Romp

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It's Spring, and the Campus Sluts Are Stripping Naked, Putting On Their Free Use Collars and Running Around Campus, Ready To Be Grabbed, Tied Down and Fucked By Any Man That Can Catch Them! And Boy Do They Get Chased! But If They Get Inside A Building, They're Safe ... Poor Things!

That's the basic concept of a campus slut run, and what fun I have with it! It's just a spring short story, and it's just 99 cents if you buy, free on Kindle Unlimited. Enjoy!

And if you want to know what inspired me to write the story, well, there's a reason my protagonist is named "Michelle"