CASTING THRONE: MIMI NA SHTEE

My fellow Stibbonites,

Welcome to tonight’s episode of “Casting Throne”, where we get to meet one of the female characters starring in the “Adventures of Alexa” trilogy. 

Some would say that Mimi is a slut, but that’s probably because they somehow managed not to sleep with her. And by “sleep” I mean fuck her silly, three ways from Sunday. If cock-gobbling were an art, she would be Michelangelo; and her pussy would be the fucking Capella Sistina. 

Good-natured by default, Mimi always has a smile on her lips and a wink in her eye. Quick to flirt and even quicker to get down on her knees and please until she gags, she’s a constant delight to those around her.

Mimi is a free spirit, even by Twelve Dominion standards. And, trust me, these are low. Men, Dwarves, Goblins, Orcs and other well-hung representatives of a dozen more races have had a go at her bubble butt. Mimi doesn’t discriminate. Unless, of course, we’re talking about Hobgoblins. Just like all Elves, she absolutely hates those motherfuckers.

Though she often comes off as a bimbo, there’s much more to Mimi than meets the eye. She’s a sorceress in training and has the profoundest encyclopedic knowledge about the most unexpected of things.

To learn more about how Mimi quit her day job as an intern at the Lord Mayor’s office and joined Alexa and her companions, start reading “Curse of the Horny Ruby” today!

KNOW THE STIBBONS

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 dirty sex of the toxic masculine variety.

 
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.

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. 

 

Ye Olde Fine Printe

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