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Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired: Episode One: The Hotel Party
Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired: Episode One: The Hotel Party
Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired: Episode One: The Hotel Party
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This is a tale of an obsessive, co-dependent relationship for the ages. One of passion, suspense, thrill, sexy, betrayal, and love.

Jynx is an obsessive girlfriend who is wildly in love with Moctezuma. She is a beautiful Asian girl that Moctezuma always wanted since the moment she walked into his English classroom. Unfortunately, he keeps getting action with many other girls and she’s pissed at the sluts. She cannot stand the psychological humiliation of knowing that he has broken her heart, left her to find her way in the seedy meat-market pick-up joints of Korea where she gets severely used by groups of guys (hot interracial sex and bukkake scene), and started dating a gorgeous supermodel who will do anything Moctezuma wants. Jynx concocts a plan to destroy this woman and return to Moctezuma’s side, but many things backfire from the onset. Will Moctezuma and Jynx be reunited or will Jynx be the one humiliated in this psychological thriller laced with heavy doses of erotica?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 29, 2013
ISBN9781301591138
Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired: Episode One: The Hotel Party
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Moctezuma Johnson

Call me Moctezuma!They say that I once took the Millennium Falcon for a spin through the Triangulum Galaxy. They also say I once had sex with both Angelina Jolie and Margaret Atwood at the same time. They say a lot of things, don't they?I crawled out of a New Jersey sewer in the 70s and have since lived all over the world. When not writing books and blogs, I enjoy photography and writing poems for people. If you want to hire me to write a poem for you in any way, contact me at moctezuma.johnson(@)gmail.com (remove the parenthesis).Learn more at my site: http://moctezumajohnson.com/?SWCheers,MJ

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    Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired - Moctezuma Johnson

    Chronicles

    of a Humiliation

    Backfired:

    The Bukkake Hotel Party

    Chronicles

    of a

    Humiliation Backfired:

    The Bukkake Hotel Party

    (Episode One)

    By Moctezuma Johnson

    Published by Girls Carrying Books

    Smashwords Edition

    Author’s Note:

    All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

    Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or sexy, is purely coincidental.

    Call me Moctezuma!

    Hey, Women! I am the man with the big dick you know you want to fuck many times. You just can’t get enough of me. That’s the problem with these Jennies and Jynxes. They always want Moctezuma inside them again—up the ass, down the throat, between the titties, and in the cunt. They want cock and more cock and more cock. Is it charm? Is it style? Is it three big balls? Is it money? Is it deep set eyes? Big arms? Bright smile? I’m not really sure but I know that it’s there. Sex Appeal. Some people have it and I have it. I have easily scored girls since high school. I had my first experience in the back of a school bus getting all sweaty while kissing and necking. I pulled out my penis and shoved her head down and right there among all the classmates I got my first blow job and haven’t looked back. I’ve had girls in my classes, in university, at the coffee shop where I worked, in the back of the can of garbage trucks that I cleaned for a summer job. I fucked the florist I delivered flowers for, some of the co-workers—I fucked one in the delivery van getting pollen on her asscheeks—some of the customers in their houses, while the flowers dried in cellophane, some of my mother’s friends, one of my professors—a young British professor with a bob haircut and massive rack with a tattoo on her back that said don’t you dare touch me in Latin—then my colleagues at the magazine, then everyone I could get my hands on in Mexico—girls from the gym, from the bars, from the taqueria, from the bookstore, my colleagues at the newspaper, my colleagues at the school, my Spanish teachers, my language exchange friends, my own students, then more colleagues during my Master’s Degree, then Asia and all the girls in the bars, the malls, the beaches, the students in my classes, sometimes fucking three in the same class with none of them aware that she had company in the fucking the teacher department, then the bar. It never ended. Pussy, cunt, vag, coochie all day everyday. I’m

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