These random and spontaneous picks are not working out for me, at all.
I wanted to try a new baseball book, but the wriWTF did I just attempt to read.
These random and spontaneous picks are not working out for me, at all.
I wanted to try a new baseball book, but the writing is awful! Is that rude? How else should I phrase that? It's ridiculously bad, I scanned quite a few pages to see if I could move past the clunky storytelling style, but it is a lost cause.
I knew from the opening paragraph that it was over:
When my eight-year-old son and I had a disagreement one day, I had no idea what a life-changer it would turn out to be. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We should begin with what the disagreement was about. It was about the interview that I did in advance of the new baseball season.
Yes, let's not get ahead of ourselves!
It was all a blur of weird comparisons and metaphors and useless details....more
CONTENT WARNING ⚠️: this book contains explicit detail of the author being an asshole.
Author's Notes:
I’ve received criticism for this series over the CONTENT WARNING ⚠️: this book contains explicit detail of the author being an asshole.
Author's Notes:
I’ve received criticism for this series over the course of its life due to its heavy subject matter and the fact that there is just so much nasty sex. Also, some may consider the relationship between the two main characters toxic—even though the story shows how the characters grow and learn through their experiences. If you’re easily offended or a social justice warrior—this book isn’t for you. So, if that is not your thing, stop reading now and get a refund from Amazon while you still can. Of course, you should have seen the warning in the synopsis/blurb, but just in case you didn’t pay attention, this is your last warning.
Book Overview/Blurb/Synopsis:
**Warning: This novel is hardcore erotica. It is not a straightforward, sweet romance or a coming-of-age story.**
It all began like something out of porn. The gay eighteen-year-old nerd who works at the grocery store after school is being bullied by the "straight" eighteen-year-old jock who also works at the grocery store. They're from different worlds and, under normal circumstances, probably never would have met. But an app notification on the jock's phone sets off an epic...love story?
"Bully" is the story of two eighteen-year-old guys, one a nerd, one a jock, who have their first sexual encounter in an alleyway behind the grocery store they both work at after school. Perfect porn scenario.
Riiiight. So I'm not easily offended and I haven't been crowned a SoCiaL JusTiCe WaRRioR yet, but hey, there's still time for that.
1) Being a condescending prick to prospective readers, ohhh, how attractive.
2) Author has received criticism yet doesn't want to put accurate CWs.
3) "Nasty sex" has no definition or meaning, that tells me nothing.
4) Where in the blurb or author's notes does it say the book contains noncon/dubcon?
5) This 'novel' is not "hardcore erotica", I've read that, this is not it.
6) special mention for the creative phrases, it feels like Thanksgiving already!
cock gobbler - a beautiful, skin pendulum - chicken egg sized balls - ball batter - man gravy - man meat - egg-sized balls - delicious cream - polish that knob - man seed.
“Now, give him a kiss to show him you appreciate the meal he just fed you.” Dex snarled.
7) excerpts from the Hardcore Erotica novel that you may enjoy if you aren't easily offended or a SJW:
• He’ll trip me, call me names, sneer at me, mess up work that I’ve done, and just generally be an asshole. He loves tossing around slurs like “fag,”“faggot,”“bitch,”“cocksucker,” or other derogatory labels that he thinks are incredibly creative. He doesn’t even know that I actually am gay, he just treats me poorly since we’re so different. He’s a jock. I’m kind of a nerd. Well, at least to a jock, I’m a nerd. Other people would just see me as an average eighteen-year-old.
• “Mr. Barrows told me to come back here and help your pansy ass stock the freezers.” Dex kept his sneer as he sauntered over. “I guess he realized that pussies like you can’t do much heavy lifting, huh?”
• “Don’t strain yourself, cock gobbler.” Dex snorted. “I know you’re not used to lifting much.”I ignored him. “You’re using to lowering stuff—like yourself to your knees.”
• Dex grabbed his crotch and grinned evilly at me as he rubbed himself through his jeans. “Hard to talk when you’re doing what all queers are supposed to do with their mouths, huh?”
• “Looking to see if it’s time to meet your boyfriend for butt stuff, Alex?” Dex cackled at me as he threw his last box on the trolley. I chose to ignore the comment. “It’s break time. I’m thirsty.”Once again, Dex grabbed his oversized bulge. “I got something you can drink, homo.” He bit his bottom lip as he held his bulge. “Just get down there and pull it out for me.”
• “You must be an uppity fag, then,” Alex grumbled at me. “Not many turn down drinking from my cock.”
• “Barrows wanted me to come help you out again, homo.” He stated, but in a hushed tone, so that any nearby customers couldn’t hear.
• “When I’m done,” Dex turned his head slightly as he pulled the plastic off, “you’re going to tell me I’m stronger than you. I’m a real man and you’re a fag that worships me.”
• “Ain’t nothing for a real man, homo.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
• “You don’t have to stare like that, cocksucker.” He whispered as he inched by. “If you’re a good little cocksucker, I can show you everything up close. Real close.”
• “Smarter than some dumb, cocksucking fag, yeah.”
• “I can’t have a little cocksucking bitch talking shit about me, Alex.” He breathed in my face, his smell making my knees go even weaker. “You may love cock, but even you aren’t dumb enough to think that I could take that chance.”
• Dex moved his hips forward, shoving his crotch into my face, pressing the back of my head against the brick wall. I let out a muffled sound of surprise as Dex ground his crotch into my face, rubbing his huge bulge against my face. His cock wasn’t even hard, but I could feel the length of it through his jeans. He moved his hips back and forth, side to side, letting me feel the entirety of him as he humped at every inch of my face. Dex continued rubbing his huge jock bulge against my face, chuckling to himself as he used my face as just something to rub against. Finally, after several seconds, Dex pulled back and smiled maniacally down at me, my head still against the brick wall. “Take my cock out, you fucking queer.” He spat down at me.
• “Yeah.” He moaned lowly. “Take my fucking cock out, you fucking cocksucker. I know you’ve been wanting to see it forever.”
• “Take my fucking cock out!” Dex growled down at me. “Don’t make me tell you again you fucking cocksucker!”
• Being as careful as possible as not to hurt Dex’s junk, I pulled his balls out of his zipper, too, so that all of him was hanging heavily from his zipper in front me, like a beautiful, skin pendulum in front of my face.
• “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, you little queer?” Dex goaded me. “Love having my huge cock slap you across the face.”
• “Again!” Dex ordered, shoving himself closer to my face.
• “Put me it in your mouth.” Dex, grabbed the base of his cock, wrapping his fingers around his girth as he shoved his cock at my face. “Take all of it, you fucking bitch. I want it in your fucking mouth.”For some reason, I just stared, transfixed by the sight of him. “Fucking take it!” Dex growled and slapped me hard across the face with his huge cock. “Take it in your mouth!”Another slap. Then another.
• I sucked in air violently. “Stop fighting me, Alex.” Dex slapped me again with his cock.
• “We both know you want me to use you.” He wiped precum from his piss slit onto my lips. “You need me to show you what little bitches like you are good for—taking big jock cocks like mine.”
• Again, he shoved himself back down my throat, slamming the back of my head into the brick wall.
• “I love your cock, Dex,” I replied quickly. “Tell me you’re a fag who only wants to please me.” He continued fucking my face like this. “I’m a fag who only wants to please you.”
• “You fucking bitch.” He laughed as his cock and balls slapped across my precum smeared face. “I can’t believe what a piece of shit you are, letting me use you like this.”I swallowed hard as I took meaty slap after meaty slap. “Open that pussy mouth again!”
• “Now—say my name!” He cackled. I dropped his cock from my mouth to speak. “With it in your mouth, cocksucker!” Dex growled and grabbed his dick, shoving it back in my mouth. I mumbled around his cock, trying to say his name.
• “Oh, yeah.” He groaned. “Keep your eyes up, cocksucker. I wanna see the fear and pleasure in your fucking eyes.”
• “That’s a good little bitch.” Dex chuckled. “Now put away your new favorite toy, you little cocksucker.”
• “Good job.” Dex snickered. “You’re not going to wipe all of my babies off your face until you get home, are you? You’re going to wear them on your face so you can remember what a pathetic cocksucker you are until you get home, right?”
• I am a fag, Dex. And I’ll be a fag for you anytime.
• Dex had pegged me for a fag, a homo, a cocksucker, eager to have him take his cock and use me how he wanted.
• What about all of my offense at the things Dex had been saying to degrade and humiliate me over the last year? I had fought against him, been pissed off, angry that he would so openly and relentlessly taunt me. He had made my life a living hell for so long. He had made going to work a struggle every single day—an event that gave me anxiety and depression. He had made me fear having to look him in the eyes and hear him say one crude thing or make one more rude gesture. He had me wanting to quit the only good job that I could actually find in my town. He had me wanting to prove that I wasn’t what he said I was.
• But that was the thing, wasn’t it? I was the things he was saying. I was a fag. A homo. A cocksucker.
• Of course, he wasn’t gay. Well, probably not. Maybe. I didn’t know. Was Dex on Grindr because he was gay and wanted to have gay sex? Probably not. I mean, he only fucked my face and made me his cum-guzzling whore in the alley out of anger. Or sexual frustration, maybe.
• Had he wanted to use a guy like me—to get off on his sexually taboo fantasies for a long time?
Instead of wasting page space telling readers how to return your book if they are easily offended, just add an accurate blurb or CWs. Too hard?...more
This was awful. Where are the indentations and paragraphs? Talk about a wall of text.
Honestly, I'm patting myFirst DNF of 2024 and it's a great one!
This was awful. Where are the indentations and paragraphs? Talk about a wall of text.
Honestly, I'm patting myself on the back for making it past page 2.
Here's the goods:
• Robert North, or Robbie to you and me, lives in a small village on the wider outskirts of London.
• Not one but two pretentious pubs book ends the village, both serving overpriced food on pieces of slate, often garnished with a squirt of what looks like cum, as if the chef just tossed one out, but is actually aioli mayonnaise. They use it for everything.
• I can start to feel myself getting hard already just thinking about it. Just a few twitches and slight precum which when I put it to my mouth I’m transported right back. My father, a boring accountant, and my mother a teacher. (This is the same paragraph! What is going on here...)
• When he’s playing football and his bulge moves from side to side like a horses dick flopping about under those red Lycra shorts.
• And when I close my eyes at night, and I picture us kissing as I firmly hold the back of his head with one hand whilst the other is fingering his sweat perk hole so he can feel me inside him and becomes my extension. (WHAT am I reading right now?)
• To keep up my pretense I have the odd girlfriend. I’m currently dating someone now, Stacey. She has no idea that when I climax, I’m really thinking of her dad. We often have sex on her parent’s bed as I feel closer to him. I try and smell him on the pillow and after we’re done, and when she’s not looking, I’ll wipe myself on his pillow, so he gets a whiff of me when he sleeps.
• Unlike his frumpy wife who stumps around with her wide ass and chubby thighs looking like Laura Ashley has just thrown up on her. God, I feel sorry for him being stuck with her. He deserves so much more. He deserves me. (Nice! Who the fuck says frumpy anymore unless they're being a colossal dick?)
• In the bathroom I lick the sweat off my arm and I can feel myself getting hard. I take my cock from my pants and start to jerk off whilst looking at myself in the mirror. ...more
DNF - and I feel comfortable giving it 1-star, because if the writing and plot is bad enough that I quit after the sample, it's a 1-star read for me.
EDNF - and I feel comfortable giving it 1-star, because if the writing and plot is bad enough that I quit after the sample, it's a 1-star read for me.
Erotica doesn't mean subpar or low quality. Just because it's taboo erotica doesn't mean I'll accept thrown together incest plotlines and bad writing. I read a lot of taboo erotica, I want quality and bang for my buck....more
What is with this writing? This is just awful. Eight paragraphs to a page, one sentence paragraphs one after another of the MCAnother strike out. DNF.
What is with this writing? This is just awful. Eight paragraphs to a page, one sentence paragraphs one after another of the MC listing off random shit or thoughts about things I don't care about.
Also, please stop writing men like they are dumb pieces of shit. It's boring, tiring, and ridiculous.
Stuff:
• Just putting that out there, universe. I’ll check back in when I’m twenty-seven and see what comes true. K, thanks. (K is not a word.)
.• Fine, maybe it’s a little bit cocky, but facts are facts, and these are mine. I’m twenty-two. I earned a degree in history from a good college, I racked up one bonkers season in minor league baseball, and thanks to going in the first round of the draft, I’m making bank as I get ready to head to Arizona for spring training. My goal there? (Why is he talking like that?)
• A good thing about being a Major League baseball player is that dates aren’t hard to come by. (God, stop degrading my sport.)
• The off-season is me time, and I’ve used the winters to turn up the heat, to wine and dine to my heart’s—and dick’s—content. Both organs have been quite happy, thank you very much. My stomach too. There was that fling with the chef at a three-starred Michelin restaurant in Napa. Let me tell you, seared scallops are even better when a man makes them just for you in his fantastic wine-country home overlooking a vineyard. I then showed him how much I appreciated his skills in the kitchen by showing off mine in the bedroom.
Negative RTC This is a pretty old DNF but I've been procrastinating writing negative reviews. So, I'll save it for a negative reviews dump day.Negative RTC This is a pretty old DNF but I've been procrastinating writing negative reviews. So, I'll save it for a negative reviews dump day....more
I want to know why KD Casey paired up with Lauren Blakely when they have tremendously different writing styles.
My poor baseball shelf is getting oblitI want to know why KD Casey paired up with Lauren Blakely when they have tremendously different writing styles.
My poor baseball shelf is getting obliterated by DNFs.
I can't make it past the first page, and I do like KD Casey's solo writing.
Is this the new style of writing and I'm just slow on the uptake?
• I really should stop flirting with Josh Spencer. Truly, I should. But, c’mon, he flirts right back just as hard. Like at the golf tournament earlier this year. The dude stole glances at me seven times on the course. Three more at the luncheon after. Yes, I counted. And that was a whole lot of eye-fucking. Which is fine by me. I don’t mind being ogled by sexy, driven men I’d like to take out on a date. Bonus that we play the same sport and get the demands of the job....more
Big DNF from 2021 - MF CR I've read books by the author before, but this was just not up to par.Big DNF from 2021 - MF CR I've read books by the author before, but this was just not up to par....more
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