My fellow Stibbonites,I'm Marvin. Marvin Ronald Stibbons. But you may call me Mr. Stibbons, because that's the polite way to address someone you're not acquainted with.
You will be pleased to hear that I'm your go-to guy for quality fantasy erotica with a strong parody twist.
Just as my self-devised family crest proclaims: “tam pro ridendi quam pro masturbari, omnes legunt Stibboni” (for a laugh, as well as for a wank, everybody reads Stibbons). It rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?
Being a classically-educated author gone rogue, a professional hobbyist and part-time ventriloquist, I can guarantee you a unique reading experience full of rampant silliness and gratuitously explicit straight sex.
My writing career in erotica began in the late 90s. As a young and impressionable man I jumped on the “X-Files” porn fan-fiction bandwagon that was all the rage back then. I actually went as far as to make a third-rate name for myself in those distant and hoary with age days of dial-up internet, when yahoo mailing groups were still a new and exciting thing, random attachments were eagerly opened without fear and spam was but a vague shadow gathering on the virtual horizon.
Back in those days, in a cunning attempt to conceal my real name, I wrote under the pseudonym "Mr. Stibbons": perhaps my second most brilliant idea after inventing the waterproof teabag.
Some of my early (and admittedly crude) stories are still extant on a couple of internet fan-fiction adult story archives; and some of you, veterans of fapping to the written word, may recall them. Although I'm sure you’ll never publicly admit it.
After a long break from literary smut and several clumsy attempts at getting a normal life, I finally came to my senses and decided to return to what I do best: write fine por...erm...erotica.
My "Adventures of Alexa" trilogy is packed with wholesome filth from start to finish, but nothing too weird. I mean, you won't have to ask the Hentai connoisseurs on 4chan about vaguely japanese-sounding fetishes or anything to understand what's going on. I'm old school like that, you see. No, "bukakke" doesn't count. That's mainstream now. It's the 21st century; come on!
Even though I write from a male perspective (for obvious reasons related to my inescapable biology), I like to think that my work can be enjoyed by the dirty-minded ladies out there as well. Because, let’s face it: guys would much rather watch sex than read about it. We are still somewhat stuck in the Neanderthal phase. We’re not proud of it most of the time, but we have learned to embrace it without shame.
Besides, it has been scientifically proven that a man’s dirtiest fantasy is nothing compared to the delicious filth a woman can conceive of in her mind. Don’t deny it, ladies. Just own it and enjoy it.
