Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Tentacle What? Tentacle Porn

There is so much to read in the world. Romance. Humor. Mystery. Satire. Well, there is a book out there called The Squirm Files by Cari Silverwood. And you guessed it. Tentacle porn. It's a lovely parody that had me in stitches. (Possible, probable spoilers ahead. Nothing to revealing. I promise.)

The anthology has all three stories about the heroine Virginia Chaste, our reluctant virgin captive. What can I say? The author had me laughing out loud at the dialogue and prose. Each installment had something different to offer.

The first installment of this anthology sets the stage and we meet our lovely Virgin, um *cough,* Virginia. She is just a nice normal young woman looking for the ultimate prize of a 10 incher. A skill she has honed to a scary ass science. She of course is taken captive by a tentacle monster. (Where else would the tentacle porn come into play?) We get to meet Dangerous Bob, who does nothing but cuss but somehow still is understandable. Plenty of word play and the author calling her readers tentacle perverts mid story. Loved it and totally kept reading waiting for more gems like that. There was lovely tentacle erotic sex, by an alpha evil tentacle monster, Karl,  who loves throwing people off roofs and into portals. Virginia Chaste is a sassy mouthy woman on a quest getting more than she bargained for. Plenty of sassy banter between her and her inner voice. Plus RABBITS. (Spoiler: Jokes abound.)

Installment two. A book with a long complicated name that means evil sex book is on the loose about to destroy the world. Oh my. That would be one hell of a fun book to get your hands on. A book about any and sexual acts, toys, you name it. Move over Kama Sutra say hello to the Necrosexi-texmexicon. (Told you it was a long complicated name.) Virginia must save Karl and to do that she needs a demon rock star, Zagan, and his band (not of merry thieves either) to save the world. Mostly, Karl and his biker group of monsters. But the world is very important to them all. Somehow, they end up in the world of books and weirdness. Lots of random humor that ins't so random. Erotic sex with demons and tails and tentacles. Cause there can't be enough tentacles. Dino sex and frying pans. There is so much humor written throughout that it can't be contained. Nor should it. After, a mind blowing three-way with Virginia, tentacles, horns, tails, and suction cups, the world is saved.

Holy shit, installment throws us into the past with the help of a futuristic skateboard. Virginia ends up in the wild west while Karl is ill in the future. She can't believe this is happening to her and this time she has a talking skateboard to help her out. I was dying when she decapitates a poor defenseless cactus just because. Though if I ended up in the wild west after having had dealt with becoming a captive and then helping save the world from ultimate destruction by a sex book, I would become homicidal as well. Okay, back to Peckerwood Springs. Yes, this is real folks. There she meets a new tentacle monster by the name John Beastwood. There are roses, talking dishes, and Virginia is a captive once more. Now, where do I know that story? Doesn't matter, she just needs to get home to her own personal tentacle monster. But wait, before that can happen lets have more tentacle porn. Not just plain old tentacle porn either. Lots of fetish tentacle porn.

As one can see, Tentacles are integral to the story line as is humor. (Duh. Satire. Parody. Whatnot.) There were lots of other little gems that I didn't mention. I laughed throughout this book. Of course, my lovely friend Katie read it with me and we messaged each other back and forth laughing out loud with each new discovery. Read alone or with a group of friends, (I recommend that you read with a friend), but this is a great book to pick up and read.

I am now a fan of the Tentacle porn. So many tentacles, so many possibilities.

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