Thursday, 29 August 2019

NIPPLE PASTE 2020

My fragmentation shit targeted the Daesh Isis Muslim terrorists. They were responsible for many atrocities including multiple beheadings, planting IEDs, making car bombs and more. I flew my toilet in a huge arc to the Persian Gulf. I hit two targets, one each in Iraq and Syria.

The Syrian base was in a cave at the foot of a hill in a remote valley. The entrance was a long hidden tunnel, the only way in or out. I solved this quandary by blowing up the entrance and bringing half the cliff down. My gaseous explosive shit was very temperamental but right for the job. It flowed into the tunnel and up the cliff face. I fired a cherry red laser at it and in a flash it detonated. When the dust cleared it would take a million years to dig anyone left alive out.

NIPPLE PASTE 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX

Sunday, 25 August 2019

Early Books work


FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE
SKEWARD IMAGES
A NATION IN FLAMES

                                          By Nick Armbrister

Early Books




FIRING THOSE ROUNDS OFF


Feel the recoil of the fifty calibre in your gut as the Messerschmitts dart past,
you hit or miss, this is a game of Russian roulette. You’re a gunner in a B-17
shooting shells off to save your soul, kill the Nazi cunts!
You’re a gunner in a Huey gunship blasting the Vietcong – it’s you or them.
The recoil of your gun makes you violently happy as you scythe Charlie down.
You want to rape Dantes’ mistress against the recoil, all those tracers
cutting through the night. Just like July the Fourth.
Heavy calibre bullets mince your guts and wreck your plane, so the wise man says
don’t get in my way or else you’ll pay the price.

MISSILE LAUNCH


Radar lock on, a growl in your ear means the missile sees the Mig,
now a 6 g’s turn and press the tit, see the Sidewinder dart towards the
enemy. For this is his time to die, his seconds tick away like so many
grains of sand in the hour glass.
As the solid fuel rocket motor speeds the missile to Mach 3 the Mig,
your Mig, flies for his life. A crazy turn into range seals his fate,
g-force building up, horizon tumbling madly, this time he gives it his best.
Will American or Russian technology win or lose? Will a pilot and plane die?
The Mig defeats the missile in his life-saving gamble but two more are on the way.
Only his faith in an outlawed God can save him now.




 

AROUND THE CHIMNEY


Three Messerschmitts fly in formation on this tragic day in Germany’s history,
they’re in formation so fragile and so deadly.
Then the Mustangs strike, fast and without warning. Left and right the wingmen go;
a fuel tank explodes and its jettisoned, saving both pilot and plane.
Deadly chase is now on; lower and lower the 109 and Mustang go, pilot skill counts,
so close to the ground, all that speed. Over the village the 109 hurtles, turning on its wing,
fifty feet above the brewery chimney, four g’s in this gut-wrenching turn.
Then the Mustang’s guns strike home, mortal hit. A third of an aileron flies off the 109.
Flicking upside down, will he die? With so much coolness he flies his plane upwards,
inverted flight, gaining height.
Mustang pilot sees this and waits to claim his kill. With German coolness, the 109
rolls upright and the chase continues – for a while. Force landing his damaged the plane,
the kraut is beaten but alive, skilful and lucky.




TEMPEST PILOT


The world’s best low level piston engine fighter plane flew low and fast with 21-year-old John Andrew at the controls. He was chasing the 190’s over open country.
He had got two and now the third was nearly his when he hit a tree with his wing.
He bailed out of the speeding and tumbling plane with God on his side, alive!
His chute opened and then he was on the ground,
his plane coming down like a fuckin’
meteor in the French churchyard demolishing half the church.
In a dreamlike haze he pulled himself off the ground with nothing but cuts and
Bruises, then passed out.
When he awoke he was in a soft bed with a beautiful young girl gazing deeply at him,
She was called Louisa and in an instant both had fallen in love in the blink of an eye.
So in three weeks John from London, Tempest pilot, had married Louisa, French peasant girl, in the remains of the shattered church where his broken plane lay.
This is one wartime love story, so true and one of hope. Out of the ashes comes re-birth. Wise men say, always fall in love in war.





BRIGHT NIGHT

Maybe this time we’ll succeed and get it right,
maybe this time all of the bad things will be out of sight,
maybe this time man won’t bicker and fight,
maybe this time our star will rise and shine ever so bright,
maybe this time our love will survive the next time tonight,
maybe this time our friendship will climb to a new height,
maybe this time I won’t run because of my own fright,
I hope this time we all do it because it’s all right.


FEE MAILS

What a thing they are, these fee mails who are like nothing else!
They are one of life’s little quirks that becomes lodged
inside your head,
like a thorn in your eye.
But they certainly catch your eye and a whole lot more.
There’s the old saying
“You cant live with ’em and you cant live without ’em.”
I suppose it’s true that when your marriage crashes
after a one night stand, do you blame yourself or the fee mails?
You have one nice chick and want another.
Are these fee mails really man’s ruin?

A BIT OF ME

Find it so hard to believe that this is life I live is really all mine,
all mine with the good and the bad.
My past is a crazy mixture of black and whites all turned to grey,
memories of youth focus and fade like an old film, always moving.
The girls I have had have left their mark, some not of the devil
but a notch down.
A few still leave me breathless, teasing me with memories
frighteningly real.
Wouldn’t it be mad if I could go back and be 17
and say “Don’t do that” with a 29-year-old’s knowledge.
I often feel cheated by life, losing friends before their time,
of girls betraying me, making the wrong career move,
learning the hard way. This is life’s message:
“Nick do it right first time, avoid all the pain and shit!”






FULFILMENT

I travel to the spiritual world and leave my heavy body behind.
I look down through a veil of haze upon our planet from so far away,
yet I am so near. I see places of holy, spiritual and magical power all
sparkling like silver pinpricks of light upon her surface.
Our earth is a huge living entity full of her inhabitants who mostly
don’t see the power life. I ascend the physical world to become a
spirit, to feel the true love and emotional fulfilment of those that
have been before, for our stay on earth is but a brief one – soon we shall
join our ancestors in summer land. There I will be forever one with my
soulmate.





Jian shut the terminal down and repeated his visual checks on each of the thirty-five tubes. Each was fine. He randomly opened another terminal on launcher number seven and cycled the system. Again it checked out. Walking over to his two colleagues, Boss and Jano, Jian talked in a hushed voice. “The weapon systems check out. All we have to do is wait. Then we will launch and be the new conquerors of our troubled land. May God be with us…”
Two hours later as the moon reached her peak, launch time came upon the group. A fact, nothing more, a game of numbers in the man-made world of time, a countdown to a new battle to follow the ones of the past. The internal clock silently reached zero and the three men watched from a dug out position, nothing more than a metre and a half ditch with earth piled up at the top. If one of the warheads went off the hole would provide no protection whatsoever, even with a neutron bomb. They killed with intense radiation but a nuclear explosion had to take place to unleash the deadly gamma rays. Jian watched the main control screen that showed each launcher and individual weapon – thirty-six yellow blobs with green icons next to them. Jian watched the left group of launchers with fibre optic laser viewing optics. Boss watched the other group with a similar device.
“Everything’s fine here, Jian.” 
“You tally up on your lot Boss?” Jian whispered.
“Okay on this side, not even a bug moving,” Boss replied. How are the readouts, Jian, any anomalies or problems?”
“Everything is sorted here, thirty seconds to go,” Jian replied. “I’d turn your specs down to the lowest setting if I were you. You don’t want flash blinding.” 
The pair’s extra sensitive night vision equipment would adjust automatically to any bright flash or light, so any change would be automatic, a factor that Jian didn’t trust. He was not keen on machines, whence his constant checking of the systems and his refusal to use the night glasses. The countdown reached zero. At first nothing happened, at least not visually but in the microcircuits, commands were sent to ignite the launch motors and arm the warheads. In a glare of crude yellow light, first one and then another rocket speared forth into the night, the pop of the seals being broken lost in the rockets’ roar. Jian had to close his eyes at the brightness. It was an impressive sight, he had to admit. What would the sight resemble on the receiving end when thirty-six missiles detonated at thirty-six separate pre-programmed targets? He wished he could see each one as it happened. Sadly that was impossible because his side, the Twenty Sixth, had lost all of their spy satellites to the Stone Collectors’ beam weapons. It was a bonus getting these nuclear missiles so cheap from the Iranian Superpower Block at such a cheap price. Even such outdated technology was still much prized by either side today and anyone with enough credit could get hold of them.

poem from Fucking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More Nick Armbrister


Fucking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More

Nick Armbrister

http://www.lulu.com/shop/nick-armbrister/fucking-upside-down-in-a-blazing-avro-manchester-bomber-poems-from-my-life-and-more/paperback/product-24222671.html

Fucking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More by Nick Armbrister is his new alternative poetry book. It is a huge 57k words and is his largest stand alone collection. The work is on several topics ranging from varied poems, strange poems, war poems, erotic poems and also a section on essays. Avro's trouble Manchester bomber aeroplane influenced the cover art, title and some poems. The work is of an adult nature and for over 18s only. Nick spent several months researching and writing this volume. Other similar but different volumes will follow in future.



Clearly a Threat
The bag contained something that was dangerous
What was in the bag?
Was it a time bomb?
Was it a cocked pistol?
Was it a spiked baseball bat?
Was it an unstable mortar shell?
Was it a leaking bottle of acid?
Was it a nerve gas dispenser?
Was it a small stabbing sword?
Was it a brass knuckle duster?
Was it a karate instruction book?
Was it a piece of Plutonium?
No it was a small puppy with sharp teeth!

Eventful War Nick Armbrister poem


Eventful War
Nick Armbrister

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/924473


What Was Known
There were warriors who liked to fight and kill
And there were those made to fight who hated it
All were part of the war and took part in battle
Fighting for unnamed hills or features of land
Some were drafted and forced to fight
Others were professional volunteers
Many were secret guerrilla fighters
All had one thing in common and it was war

Friday, 23 August 2019

3 NIPPLE PASTE 2020 – erotic stories and alternative poetry JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX


NIPPLE PASTE 2020 – erotic stories and alternative poetry

JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX






Coffee Death Crash
Drive off the bridge
River death plunge
Driver rows with customer
Over coffee can you believe it?
Now they swim with the fish
Their bus is a sub
Odd how it works out
Driver wanted to captain a sub

2 NIPPLE PASTE 2020 – erotic stories and alternative poetry JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX


NIPPLE PASTE 2020 – erotic stories and alternative poetry

JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX





Tremilas, S
The girl with the pink orchids
‘Hi, my name is Staci.
Come and see my pink orchid.’

See what it can do for you
The colour is nice

And it tastes like candy
Both bitter and sweet

Do you think you can?
Make me cum and squeal

I am a garden of delights
And my name is Staci
I’m the orchid girl

1 NIPPLE PASTE 2020 – erotic stories and alternative poetry JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX


NIPPLE PASTE 2020 – erotic stories and alternative poetry

JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX





Servikation B
The man with the golden nipples
See how he walks
Like a living man God
Look at his crucifix swinging
Just like his swinging dick

This dude is somebody
You nod your head or salute him
Don’t talk bad about him
To his face or back

He is a black belt
Eight Martial Arts
A superior lover
Egg cup full of cum

Mentally using 9/10 of his brain
There’s no way you can compete
The man with the golden nipples
Give them a suck and tickle

Sunday, 11 August 2019

nipple sticker


Sticking stickers small nipples
Sticking stickers medium nipples
Sticking stickers large nipples
Sticking stickers different size nipples
All nipples need a sticker







apple sticker


Sticking stickers green apples
Sticking red apples
Sticking stickers yellow apples
Sticking stickers multi coloured apples
All apples need a sticker

Tuesday, 6 August 2019

Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing, :) Jimmy Boom Semtex


Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing, :)


Jimmy Boom Semtex



Goth Fly
There's a fly in the house of goth. On the wall listening in. What's being said? The fly is keeping quiet. If you wanna know, go there yourself. The house of goth is a dark old place. Full of people like me. Are you one of them? Or an outcast? Not even suitable for the house of goth. For we are the goths. Even flies are welcome in the house of goth.


Chop, Slice, Eat!
The repair man went to fix the television at the old woman's house. It took him thirty minutes of messing and cursing to do it. With a grin and press of the remote, he said, 'Sorted.'
The old woman grinned and offered the repair man a cup of tea. He gladly accepted. They chatted and made small talk. Nothing out of the ordinary. When she took the cups to the kitchen, she returned with an axe.
With a wicked grin she chopped his head off! Then kissed his lips and spiked it on her fence post, ISIS/Daesh style. The old bitch was a muzza terrorist sympathiser. And a cannibal to boot!
She warmed up her oven to cook the repair man. Eating the evidence. If anyone asked questions, they'd be next! Chop, slice, eat!


My After (from Sister book)
We met when we shouldn't have.
Some kind of spell cast by who?
No witch I know.
Giving us something beyond priceless.
Invisible yet tangible.
Incredulous but infinite.
Hold me.
My love for you is worth a world's weight on my back.
Your love frees me and we glide as one.
Together we'll beat the doubters.
Love me.
I dream of you engulfing me.
Like Leyte or Persia.
Our battle is won.
Our love is daring.
Kiss me.
There's a before and after.
You're my after.
May it be for millennia.
I love you.
You, my after.



My Sister's Big Fucking Tits
You're a big gal's blouse. A big gal with massive tits. My bloody sister. Cool lady. Nipples sticking thru, no bra on. Smell her sweat. You want her. I want her. BBW. She's gonna drive you, me, wild. We have her together. Whirly gig threesome. Big gal's blouse on the floor. Images in your mind. I've seen it before. Keep it secret. Here we go! Woo Hoo Kiss Kiss                                                                                                                    


Your Wife With Me
I'm not joining your cult. I'm being with my family. The result's kamikaze. The same. To me, you're crazy. In love with your ex. Still her husband. Can't divorce, cost. Won't, for beer. Let's meet. Party on down. Winner gets your wife. Book your grave plot now son. Darling wifey is booked into a motel with me. You dig?


More Than Mates by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex


More Than Mates

by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex



“You want that, do you? You criminal cunt, I hate drug smugglers and now you’re in my custody. How about you suck my dick? You cunt!” replied the cop, snatching the gun off the black man and throwing it into the trees. He remembered where it fell, for evidence.

“Keep still while I cuff you to a tree. Move and you’re a dead drug smuggler,” threatened Carpet Fluff. He meant it!

“Okay, okay you win. I’m not moving. You win. Ouch, the cuffs hurt!”

“Shut the fuck up! I’m going to get my cock out. Do you want to suck it? I could make you but that won’t be fair would it?” Carpet Fluff said. Very aroused, his hands moved to his fly, unzipped it and got his long skinny white cock out. “You want this then in your mouth?”

“Yes, you bastard copper. Put your nice lush dick in my mouth. How did you know I’m gay? How?” begged France, gagging for some uniform action. “I love a man in uniform. It’s one of the reasons I became a gangster.”

“Okay, you agreed. You can’t shout rape or that I took sexual advantage of you coz you consented. Right? And believe me, I always know when a crim is gay,” confirmed the cop. He had to be sure.


There is Nothing By Jimmy Boom Semtex


There is Nothing By Jimmy Boom Semtex

Shadow

Over shadowed by events. You wanted to take your wife out to dinner. It never happened. She caught you in bed with her brother. Now your marriage is ruined, you won't need to buy the jeep and your house belongs to her.

Clap Trap

South Korean destroyer is in two bits on the bottom. Guess who did it? North Korea. They lied and denied. A sub was spotted on satelite. What  was it doing? And the South Korean ferry. Overloaded as hell. Poor kids calling their parents: oh hell we're sinking! If events were different. Ship not overladen. How lucky we are when we live another day, when the bus misses us and hits the next person. So be grateful you're still breathing.

Help

Hole keeps me safe. Darkness below. Light above. Freedom down here. Free thinking. Escape. Within myself. Only I can stop me. Spirit everywhere. Me. Free.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Three by Jimmy Boom Semtex


Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Three by Jimmy Boom Semtex

"Imagine my fourteen inch weapon up your tight cunt. I'm slowly and pumping away on you, your pussy feeling so lush. We kiss. We make love all night long. Oh babe, I'm coming..."
His camera phone caught it all. It ended in a blast of white. Fire Extinguisher Man's cum was everywhere. Luckily not on his phone! He blew Tanya a kiss, saved the vid, put some kisses on it and sent it. It took a bit to send, being a large file. Checking it was successful, the ex fireman cleaned himself up.
Well, that was different. Not done that for a while. Will have to sort out when I can go down and see Tanya in Cornwall. Her tits and pussy are ace. She looks pretty and is up for some fun. Will check my diary and work something out.
"Tanya will meet me for real and get her lovely pussy well and truly shagged," muttered with a wicked grin.

Through Open Hangar Doors Jimmy Boom Semtex and Shy Lhen Esposo


Through Open Hangar Doors

Jimmy Boom Semtex and Shy Lhen Esposo



Venusian Times
They ate vodka flavoured ice cream while in Venusian orbit.
Arcing round the planet on autopilot.
Dozing in each other's arms,
enjoying the view and Venus things.

Now again they looked at the majestic view by radar.
The surface was three hundred miles below.
A world of rock, mountains, valleys, volcanic plains.
An atmosphere of poison gasses and crushing pressures.

Forces enough to crush and kill the old Soviet space probes.
No eroticism here, just a hostile alien world.
No woman lived here unless she was an alien queen.
In charge of an awful and deadly yet beautiful world.





ZEAL-3

"Human born to make mistakes." (Shy)

"Because you were there Addy."

“Each day, my love grows
deeper than before I met you.
Once I was lost in the distance
but you cast me a lasting glance.”

I wanted to end my life
that was full of misery.
You'd be appalled if I killed myself.
I held the knife,
you ran towards me and I fell....

I cried out loud on your shoulder.
You let my tears fall
as you rubbed my back.
You kissed me, gentle and mild.