extract from new story by jimmy boom semtex and shy lhen esposo.

 

Saturn Times

Sansen flew their little pointed space ship to Saturn and stopped at the rings. The view out of the front window was beyond words.

"Look at that Lou," Sansen said, pointing, "isn't is lovely? The perfect view. Well almost perfect."

Lou stared out of the window and then glanced at her lover. She frowned, hiding her thoughts. Waiting till Sansen said it.

"There is no view that is perfect, not in the whole universe. Not a single one."

"We haven't explored the whole universe. That's impossible. Even at a hundred times the speed of light. But this view is good enough, don't you think?" Lou grinned and kissed him.

"No, we won't explore the entire universe. That's not possible, at least not in a ship like this or in any on the drawing board. I'm happy seeing the Rings of Saturn. Better than I imagined." Sansen paused and kissed his wife. Then continued: "The perfect view I was on about, is right there." He pointed.

"Here? You mean here?" She was confused. Then it dawned on here. "Wow! I got it. Thank you my love!"

"I knew you'd get it. You are the perfect view. Especially with three of the rings in the background. Hold that pose babe. Let me dream it in..."

They were silent and still for a while. It was an awesome sight, a million times more than awesome. A small white painted space craft called Cruiser and the majestic Saturn rings.

Lou broke the spell by taking off her top. She wore no bra for their cabin was well air conditioned. Her nipples were erect and she blushed slightly. Sansen embraced her and they kissed again, slowly, deeply, everlastingly. They leant back on the large turquoise pillowed bed and made their own little world of bliss. Did any worlds exist of such bliss, anywhere? No...

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Three by Jimmy Boom Semtex

"I'm nearly coming Tanya babe now. Look at the spunk, almost popping out. Wish you was here. Come and get me babe. I think your tits are gorgeous and your pussy is perfect. Can't wait to kiss and finger and lick and fuck you. Oh yes babe," Fire Extinguisher Man commented to his phone while wanking. He made sure he got it all on film.

"Imagine my fourteen inch weapon up your tight cunt. I'm slowly and pumping away on you, your pussy feeling so lush. We kiss. We make love all night long. Oh babe, I'm coming..."

His camera phone caught it all. It ended in a blast of white. Fire Extinguisher Man's cum was everywhere. Luckily not on his phone! He blew Tanya a kiss, saved the vid, put some kisses on it and sent it. It took a bit to send, being a large file. Checking it was successful, the ex fireman cleaned himself up.

Well, that was different. Not done that for a while. Will have to sort out when I can go down and see Tanya in Cornwall. Her tits and pussy are ace. She looks pretty and is up for some fun. Will check my diary and work something out.

"Tanya will meet me for real and get her lovely pussy well and truly shagged," muttered with a wicked grin.

She texted him a few minutes later:

Top vid,gona c it 3x so as i play wif my pusy.ur dik is gr8.luv ur spunk.cum+c me babe wen u cn.xxx

He replied:

Njoy it babe.wil cu in a cuple of wks.bye 4 now tanya.lots of luv.xxx

Oh my. That was fun. I'll spend a weekend with her. Maybe even give her a freebie! Not as if I'm skint. Bring on the good times with Tanya!

A Sister's Tale and More Besides By Jimmy Boom Semtex

Adult over 18 story. Liza is the girl next door type of lady. She lives a simple and rewarding life. Her sports physio job pays well. It also brings opportunities to meet men. As does socializing in pubs and clubs. She also likes the ladies. Join Liza when she parties, works, sees her sister and her friends. Her antics are both memorable and funny. Will she remember her lover's name in the morning? If we all had a sister, would she be like Liza? What would people think? Girl next door or party shocker? Jimmy's hot ebook isn't listed on itunes, scribd, etc due to adult erotic content. Get this raunchy hot ebook on lulu.

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Commercial Venture

Dominions of Corrosion

Jimmy Boom Semtex

Commercial Venture

The small business premises was situated on the city outskirts.

It was both ideally located and a great building.

A roller shutter door gave good security.

The alarm system was linked to the police station.

Nightlights illuminated the scene.

We could ask for nothing more.

Our time here was limited but we got to work.

That involved mixing chemicals together to make new ones.

Health and Safety rules were strictly followed.

TRAPPED IN A SUPERMARKET

TRAPPED IN A SUPERMARKET
I don’t know how I got here but here I am trapped in a supermarket,
it’s long after dark as I walk down aisles packed with tins and boxes,
long shadows leap from dark corners as I struggle to see in the subdued lighting.
Feeling hungry I eat a Mars bar. I find the liquor and break open some vodka to ease my mind,
I stop and look for a way out but there is none, I’ll have to wait while morning and the first customers,
I do hope I’m not caught when the staff come to work. I still can’t remember how I came to be here trapped like a rat in a trap;
my vodka will help pass the dark hours.

PJ Reed Anna story review by Nick Armbrister

PJ Reed Anna story review by Nick Armbrister

Join Anna, a single parent struggling to bring up her kids while holding down a minimum wage night shift job in a store. We find Anna working her shift and looking forward to going home. She day dreams of dating a nice man in a suit, like the well dressed customer who calls in. He's actually an agent checking upon her well being. Is there more to Anna than we can actually see?  She wants such a man. Not a dealer or pimp but a caring man. Her anxiety at work and on leaving is real. Her neighbourhood is trashy, with derelict buildings, young teen thugs in masks, deprivation and not much else but hope.

We feel like we're walking home with Anna. We experience one teen thug rob her at knife point, causing her more anxiety when he steals her kids' chocolate bars; we experience her anxiety like it was our own; we feel out of place normality when the drug dealer/growers house and family is described, at how their daughter plays normally in the street; we see body parts on a fence; and two people, the masked teen and an old woman, sat still on a couch, dead? Anna is linked to this. But why? What did she do? Who is she?

It's Halloween and it plays with Anna's head. For good reason. The drug growing family end up in body bags. And the cops take Anna and her kids away. Why? Safety or arrest? Her anxiety and past reliance on meds are a big issue. If she loses it tonight, she can lose her kids. Answers are needed. Will we get them? This is a scene set in a town near you. Reminds me of Oldham.

The Solitary Life Of The Poet

The Solitary Life Of The Poet

Mine is a solitary existence living my life and thinking my mind.

I see a scene or meet a person and my poem is born,

a work of truth and angst cast upon paper.

A dozen a week, a hundred a year my poems run amok,

being published here and there

braving rejection slips and uplifting my pride.

It’s a solitary existence, my life as a poet.

He Changed

He Changed

He wanted to be nice to people. That included everybody: his younger gay lover, his black neighbour, his Asian sister, his disabled boss and anyone else he came into contact with. His words were often cutting and to the point. They could make others cry. Or fight.

                       

When he punched it was lethal, no bullet needed. Why then did he feel the need to change? Did fifty long years of being a cunt bug his conscience? Or was it what he saw that day? He needed some milk but was almost too lazy to go. Harsh black coffee persuaded him.

It was while at the market he saw it, the shooting. A man, he could have been anybody, had his fucking head blown off. The shooter approached from behind and fired. That was that. A man dead, half his brains on the ground and everyone screaming.

Our moody bad tempered man was silent; he said nothing. But his eyes saw everything. In his mind, he changed. No more harsh words. Guilt sprouted forth on every insult and slight that he'd ever done. He returned home and made his milky coffee.

And said to himself, I'm going to change. I'm not going to be nasty or bad tempered or a cunt with people. I'll start with my lover, then my neighbours and finally, everyone else. I can be a nice person. Then he called the cops and said he'd do a witness statement on what he'd seen.

He wanted to bring a killer to justice. A man had died but another had been reborn. It's never too late to change.

Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing, :)

Jimmy Boom Semtex

Ace Poems By Nick Armbrister, Shy Lhen Esposo

A poetry collaboration like the story this project is based upon: a Luftwaffe pilot who barely survived crash landing his crippled Messerschmitt Bf-109E. He meets a Jewish lady living in Occupied France. Against orders, the 19 year old pilot, Otto, falls in love with the 31 year old woman, Shy. They dare to be happy together. Read the pilot's accounts of nasty air combat over Russia and Germany. Learn of his injuries and downfalls. Till his relationship costs him everything. Then he must fight his own Nazi countrymen and stand up to Hitler. His fate is already sealed, as is Shy's. Otto is ordered to lead a final mission. There will be no happy ending. Shy's journey in love, war and hope is described by Filipina poet Shy Lhen Esposo. There is drama, emotions and reality in her work. Based upon the epic and stunning novel Ace by Spencer Dunmore. Nick and Shy added an extra dimension to his work. This book contains love, death, hope and loss. Make your own decision. War is NOT the answer.http://www.lulu.com/shop/nick-armbrister-and-shy-lhen-esposo/ace-poems/ebook/product-22599042.html

LET’S GO FISHING

LET’S GO FISHING

We set out early when the air was cool to go fishing.

Deep within the forest at a river tributary lies

a remote stretch of

water. A few hours later

our catch is impressive. I turn my back to eat my lunch

and I hear a scream. An alligator has snatched

my friend with its terrible death grip—

there’s nothing I can do but stare in horror

at the scene before me. Will I be next?

I wish I had my hunting rifle…

new plane poems

Sunday Flying

It's so much fun flying on a Sunday.

You think you own the sky.

But don't; delusion illusion.

Half of it belongs to amateurs.

With a hundred hours and second hand plane.

Bought time share style.

Using their daylight rating to show off to their friends.

Other wannabes hang out in the airfield bar.

Spinning yarns and alienating everyone.

The other half belongs to the pros.

Warbird owners with a life.

Flying restored vintage aircraft worth a hospital wing.

Speed demons race their experimental racers.

Tight pylon turns aplenty.

What of Red Bull?

Pros giving a show you'll never forget.

Myself, I'm an enthusiast.

Till I learn to fly like a pro.

Watch the sky.

Mine is the green little biplane.

Named after my little sister.

Hayate

Standing on top of the kaarst mountain.

Eighteen hour hike up here.

Busting our balls to go nowhere.

Away from the city and all that life.

There's a reason we're here.

It dates from before.

I found the mint condition 'Zero' in a tree!

Pilot still in the cockpit.

A 45 calibre slug in his head.

A parachutist did it.

Mr Nippon had just killed his B-24.

The Yank airmen hit the silk.

Then popped off a few shots at the Nip.

Got a kill!

He kept the crash location secret.

Till he told me on his death bed.

It wasn't his inheritance.

Something way more meaningful.

The crash location of his 'Zero'.

Actually a 'Hayate'.

Imperial Japan's best fighter.

One now preserved here, alone.

On top of the limestone plateau.

Why wasn't it found before?

It's easily visible from the air.

We take only photos.

It would be sacrilege to desecrate the plane.

It remains where it fell.

In the big tree.

The paint has faded and guns still armed.

We don't report it.

This is a pilot's last resting place.

I think he'd like to remain here.

The views are to die for.

My friends and I are silent.

In respect, awe and joy.

Nothing compares to this.

I thank my old friend.

And scattered his ashes here.

RIP father.

                      

 

Just Me

Just Me

I'm a million warriors from a million wars.

I'm a million poets from a million books.

I'm a million lovers from a million lands.

I'm a million travellers from a million countries.

I'm a million car drivers from a million roads.

I'm a million vacationers from a million holidays.

I'm a million drunkards from a million pubs.

I'm a million dog walkers from a million parks.

I'm a million workers in a million shit day jobs.

I'm a million dreamers in a million day dreams.

I'm a million people all rolled into one. I am me.