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Katlick Eversweet hopes to compete in the 69th annual Humping Games. Sex is against the law in the twelve divisions, except for the contestants of the Games, and Katlick is desperate for some action. Luckily, she is able to volunteer in her sister's place. The stakes are high and the sex is hot. Katlick joins Pita and the other contestants to see who can hump their way to victory. This is the hilarious and erotic parody of The Hunger Games. Reader discretion is advised.
Naive young Kate will do anything to make James happy. She'll even put up with another woman on their honeymoon - such as Lucinda, her husband's voluptuous literary agent. James and Lucinda have devised a plan to create a bestseller. Inspired by The Story of O, the French erotic masterpiece, their scheme requires the slow initiation of a sexual innocent. Kate's gradual degradation and sexual submission to her master's whims is to be the centrepiece of a new literary sensation. But there's one problem. Suppose their victim does not choose to resist?
REVIEW EXCERPTS FROM JOHN GREEN, AMAZON TOP 1000 REVIEWER, VINE VOICE:"...this was funny! And I don't just mean "heh, got in a good one" funny, more like "lol- they nailed it" funny...this is a YA parody there's no actual shagging going on, but...it's pretty comical! ...some very witty satire here...it'll put a smile on your face."DESCRIPTION: Phatness Evermean finds herself volunteering for the Games on Infinite Justice Day (slogan: Sticking It To The Revolting Districts For Infinity) -- only to be partnered with clever, Kneader Malarky. (You could almost believe he's a decent human being, if there was such a thing in PanAm.) Phatness trusts no one except perhaps, her hunting partner, Windy, and her Games stylist, Sinner. (Where would a girl be if she didn't have a stylist she could trust?)Kneader turns out to be a boy to die for -- but the one person who really needs to understand this, hasn't got a clue. But, that Malarky boy is a clever one. He just may win Phatness's companionship...one way or another. (Watch out Phatness, you may be outmatched!) Phatness exudes a beauty heretofore unknown to the Capitol District, adding an entirely new dimension to the H. Unger Games (named for the persnickety inventor of the Games, Helix Unger). There's no need for real arrows when cupid's are so much more accurate and just as deadly.(While the content is sometimes suggestive, there is no sex in this parody, not that parents who would let their kids read such violent books as "The Hunger Games" would care.)"The best Hunger Games parody out there...though that's not saying much," Effin Ijiot.,
This is a book of short stories centers around the misadventures of a young man, which as luck would have it is me. Just out of high-school I partied like a rock star for almost ten years. I took a lot of drugs and had a lot of sex. When I tell my stories aloud groups of people are on the edges of their seats, laughing and what not. I hope that I've been able to transfer that same feeling into words.
Lust Games: An Essay on Honor, 58, 000 words, an examination of power, honor, the will to conquer, to endure. Time, passion, bloodlessness; concepts of survival, integrity, victory, two lovers, a muse........Knowledge is good, understanding sublime. Honor is to be cherished, defined, fought for, worked through, taken as prize, as gift. Honor is to be handled, recognized, acted upon against all powers, all odds. Good and true becomes good and true.......Power hungry bastards, cynical chiselers, low rent power plays, high rent power vacuums, parades of fools, saps, territorial battles in abundance. Lust driven temptresses, dream driven suckers, inherently weakened dunces run around for fun and profit. Worlds in flux, merciless masters, useless strivers, besotted clowns. Striving gnomes define their way........ The guts of daily battle. The guts of blood and guts, blood and tears, sentiment, pretense. Life on the lam. The guts of the price of admission......... Heathens more wonderful than words trip the light fantastic. Things good and true, right and sublime embrace the noble soul. Worldly playmates, worldly playgrounds, muddled motives bring stars to the party. Conflict, grace, achievement ride to the ends of time. A story of wit and romance, mystery and challenge........ Cynical, tough, resplendent in awe. The hero. Wary, beauty of the night, femme fatale, too smooth for words; friend and confidant, charming creature, protagonist and antagonist. The heroine. Ecstasy and economy. Enemy and lover........ A heathen's home, paradise lost. Whims wished, worlds in play, mothers' milk. Honor; the wicked master. Time, the wicked mistress. Crippling legacies. Wrenched saviors. Redemption, a tough and unforgiving act. The fun in the journey........"I offer you sleep at night, warmth in contemplation, dear boy," Amy said. "I offer you stunning charges to be made by rancid outlaws and fairy princesses," she said. "You could be the backdrop for the haunting sides of viral poisons careening through times and weak demeanors," she said. "Limber up the rewards for action, play, being, purpose, dear little boy blue," she said........ "I'll dance to the piper," she would say. "I'll dance and I'll blow him a damned kiss," she would say. "I'll blow you a kiss, too, baby," she said. "A nice to big kiss, baby," she said. "Just for you," she said. "A nice to big kiss," Jo said. "I love each and every one connected with this farce," she said......... There are rewards for the rancid, the exemplary, choreographing movement, action, yearning, drive. Territories are up for grabs. The finish on the edifices of hope and story dries slowly, sloppily, drips in puddles of toxic waste.......Useful pawns, iconic creatures. Walking iconic traps for all manners of lust, craving, envy, foam dripping fools. The beat beat beat of relentlessly primed virtue and want, desire and thrill........ "Tears were what I offer," she said. "A trade among new friends is always brokered. Your killers kill, your owners own, your breakers break and if that were not the case then," she said, "you would be just out of the ordinary," Jo said........ "Smooth over negligent strains of endeavor and come up working easy, always easy, little Stephen," Amy said to me. "Set the sun on wry killers and deal with them in good stead, Stephen," she said. "Sometimes not," she said. "The simple and easy plays, the simple and easy setups ride the cresting waves of forbearance Stephen," Amy said........The road to hell is paved with sour intentions. The foils of the game game those who are too damned tired to really give too much of a damn. Cynical, snide rules the game........ Happy little gnomes scamper about the rivers and eddies of rancid muses, fallen idols, Pharisees of honor, decrepit absences of godly wonder. Panoramas of endless beauty highlight the emptiness of standing, the mirage of talk, the grandeur of lust.
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