crime story is doing well. only the 2nd ive ever written. follows up 1 i did a decade ago. that sold well with my old usa publisher. same characters in the new 1. will do 3 stories see how they do. 1st is titled---
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Tuesday, 26 January 2021
Friday, 22 January 2021
PJ REED READS FRANKIE BY ME NICK ARMBRISTER
The Poetry Readings.
This week I (PJ Reed) read from the modern, ‘punk’ poetry of the Northern poet Nick Armbrister. Nick Armbrister is a poet/writer from Manchester, England. Born on 26/07/71 in Oldham. A town he loves and hates. He has written for two decades. His work includes poetry and stories on topics like aviation, history, erotica and current affairs. Nick also likes aircraft, tattoos, alternative music, reading, learning new things and living a simple life. Vividness, multi emotional and simplistic describe Nick's work. Jimmy Boom Semtex is his pen name. Nick has worked with other writers like Mel Grobler, Andy N, and PJ Reed. Nick's day jobs have included car bodywork, baking, fork lift truck driving, warehouse duties, making shoes and call centre work.
Friday, 15 January 2021
More Than Mates Jimmy Boom Semtex
More Than Mates
Jimmy Boom Semtex
In the tough northern town of Renford, two men were more
than friends; they were Kev and Brian. For fifteen months they had been gay
lovers who had fun and enjoyed erotic sweaty moments. They looked after one
another and their relationship was more precious than gold. Kev was a builder
by trade, helping to refurbish local buildings, and Brian a baker, in the only
bakery in town. While Kev was six foot three inches tall, with the body of an
athletic man, Brian was the opposite; five foot six with a big beer belly and a
lazy disposition. Kev joked it was too many cakes from the bakery. Brian swore
he never touched cakes after seeing what actually made them.
Kev had piercing blue eyes that never missed anything,
especially other nice attractive men he and Brian could have secret raunchy sex
with. His mind easily focused and planned, from work related matters to what to
do in bed with Brian, including sex involving fire extinguishers and liquid
concrete.
Tattoos of tribal design covered his arms and shoulders,
wavy designs that made one’s eyes dizzy if you attempted to work out what led
where. Kev was a regular at several local tattoo studios in Renford. Dressing
in black leather, PVC, denim and tight t-shirts gave Kev confidence and
acceptance. Being able to handle himself and take no shit from anyone added to
his charisma. A few skirmishes with local gangsters had made him some enemies
but brought respect. He was able to fight or talk in a crisis and was at the
top of his game if it came to trouble. Kev loved drinking wine and cocktails.
Brian had his own style. He wore shiny silver shades no
matter what the weather, even in work when he was moving bags of flour and
mixing cakes. He was a big sweaty guy with a cool demeanor, unlike Kev who was
a firebrand ready for trouble. Kev liked to drink strong beer straight from the
barrel, this put weight on him but he didn’t care. His clothes were two sizes
too big and included faded blue jeans, t-shirts of old Gay Pride festivals,
which were worth a fortune, and old skool white shirts, worn open.
Brian complimented Kev, making an ideal couple. Three cock
piercings and twenty in his right ear showed his gayness to others. His only
tattoo was Kev’s name on his lower back, his tramp stamp. He liked to use
household implements in bed and came up with many zany ideas, bringing hours of
pleasure and unbelievable fun. Vacuum cleaners were high on the pleasure list.
Tonight, both men were getting ready to go to the main
alternative sex club in town. This was the Left Nipple, a venue outfitted with
huge beds able to accommodate twenty-four people in sprawled out fucking
luxury, complete with gigantic stuffed pillows, luxurious eiderdowns and silk
sheets. An expensive Jacuzzi able to hold ten people or nearly twenty at a
squeeze, for wet and wild fun, was next door. Sex couches in the living room
area let people make love and be watched by voyeurs. Safe sex was a must, with
condoms provided free of charge, conveniently placed in carved quartz dishes all
over the club in an example of luxury and common sense. A
fetish/dominatrix/sado masochistic torture/fantasy play area was located in the
basement/dungeon area, out of sight and mind of the more conservative
customers/clientele.
A good time was offered and all tastes were catered for
from light/experimental to full on sexual bondage, verging on torture, with
equipment provided, or bring your own after the club experts checked it out.
Dress style in the dungeon was little or nothing but leather/PVC/studded fetish
clothing for image and functionality looked good.
MAJOR INSOMNIA CORPORAL SLEEP Nick Armbrister and other writers poems
https://www.amazon.com/Major-Insomnia-Corporal-Sleep-Armbrister-ebook/dp/B08RXJNGF4
MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Logan Bought A Gun
There are different types of deals
Like trading sex for drugs
A blow job for a joint
A fuck for a pipe of crack
A 69 for opium hemp juice
Just an example of it
Done by a girl
She was skint
Couldn’t buy drugs
So paid by sex
Yankee Marine boyfriend went mad
Killed the drug sex lover
Almost got away with it
Buried the body too shallow
Found by a hiker
Got sent to jail
An 18 stretch no parole
His career over for good
It must’ve been love
Loving his drug bitch
More than the Corps
His years will endure
Time to think
Sex for drugs
A bad trade
Jail for corps
Bullet for a life
Regrets?
haha
j'aime appelle nick
j'ai douze ans
j'suis angleterre
lol
i like call nick
I am twelve years old
i am england
Inquisitive
On this at at this time I feel what is missing
It rarely shows itself but does now
Why I don’t know?
The very rare feeling missing is this
That I have no family of my own
No blood lines to continue my lineage
My parents are dead and I’ve no siblings
Nor do I have and children of my own
Not in that very specific regard
This last stings and causes me
The melody that visited me now
And in the hours as I lay dozing
Wondering how it would be
If my life was normal in that ways
With a nice gal the same as me
Who saw the world thru similar eyes
Gave me 6 kids who are my own kind
Or even different that’s fine
As half of my blood is in their veins
But none of that ever happened
Nor ever will not in this life
Except in my dreams since the 1980s
I never did get it right with gals
Or family matters so it’s a What if?
Just like my mythical Royal Air Force career
If I could turn the clock back I would
But that’s not possible except in dreams
It’s fine for I accept my life actions and myself
I exist in the Kingdom of Nick and I did good
In all areas in life except the missing one
I shed no tears for my alternate history
My Husband the Whore Collection Jimmy Boom Semtex
https://www.amazon.com/Husband-Whore-Collection-Jimmy-Semtex/dp/B08CWM83HN
My Husband the Whore Collection
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Jimmy Boom Semtex did three volumes of My Husband the Whore. They are here in this collection. This story is partly based on Joe’s quest for love and a search for something. What? Good times, sex, the missing link? All of the scenes are false but based in reality. It’s up to the readers to define which. It’s one fictitious man’s journey over several years in his life and personal conquests. Some were good, some bad. All are memorable. Guys and gals, we have all been there. Keep on looking. And when you find what you want, keep hold of it before it’s gone. Joe does not exist except in us all. Good luck!
‘You like it? I like you,’
Joe said, smiling.
‘Yes, I do like you. From
when I saw the photo you emailed me.’
‘No longer shy, I take it?’
‘No, no longer shy.’ They
kissed and she fell on top of him. Her hands ran up and down Joe’s body. Then
they went to bed.
They made love. Keely was on
top; she almost squashed him! Her breasts were huge, like double size melons.
She stood six foot one and was terribly sexy. It was her shyness, curly hair
and glasses. The librarian look, very suggestive.
She held him close and they
fucked, nice and slow, taking as long as possible. They were now lovers. What
would her husband say? Keely was getting her desires and needs satisfied by
someone else who actually cared for her thoughts and feelings. It was a long
and lusty night.
***
Joe took her to see a Who
cover version band in the local pub. He took his top off and head banged like
mad on a table. It was a drunken fun night.
After the gig, they fucked
like rabbits. He was on top this time and she felt good. Joe did his bit for
European relations. Just like his Finnish ex. European ladies are the best! Very cultured and understanding and good
in bed.
After four days, Keely flew
home. She left her husband. Joe felt bad because her husband was one of them.
Tattooed, into metal and gigs.
Nine
Tattooed strange named lady.
In July 2004 Joe got a reply
from his Skin Deep tattoo magazine by a girl with a strange name. She refused
to give him her real name, insisting that he call her ‘Cum Bucket’. He shook
his head and laughed till he cried. Joe wrote back that was ok as long as he
could fuck her. She replied saying it was fine.
Cum Bucket got the train from
Sheffield to see Joe. It was time to test out her namesake. She was tattooed
and would stay overnight. They went back to his place where the action would
begin.
First things first, Joe made
CB one of his famous coffees. She tasted it and said how nice it was. He
offered her something to eat; she chose beans on toast with cheese. Joe had
already eaten.
After washing the dishes, Joe
made small talk with CB. She was twenty eight years old, had been tattooed for
six years and liked most music. She worked part time in a local newsagent shop.
Her last relationship ended three months ago after two years. Before that, she
was involved with another woman. At this admission, Joe’s eyes lit up. ‘Wow,
you’re bi? Awesome. I always wanted to make love to two women at once.’
‘Yes, I’m bi. Have been since
I was twelve. I had my first relationship then with a girl called Sharon. She
was lovely. You’d like her,’ CB added, looking somewhat distant.
‘That was a long time ago.
You still in touch with her? I bet I would like her.’ The wheels in Joe’s mind
turned. Is it possible to get them both
into bed and fuck them both? It’s my number one fantasy.
CB started crying and shook
her head. Joe was confused then concerned. He embraced her.
‘Sharon died. She was raped
and killed by an older man. He fancied her and was jealous at her being my
girlfriend. He abducted her and raped and murdered her. He’s still in jail. He
got twenty five years for it. I miss Sharon so much.’
‘Fucking hell. I’m so very
sorry to hear that, of your loss. Her death is a tragedy. It’s good the man was
caught. If he can be called a man.’ The idea of Joe’s fantasy with CB and
Sharon was kaput. He looked at the tearful girl in his arms and then kissed
her. She didn’t resist.
‘It’s ok, really Joe. I’ve
seen several other girls after her but none were as special or loving like
Sharon was. I’ll always love her. But I find men easier to handle than women.
Their needs are simpler,’ CB replied, taking a breath.
They kissed once more. Her
lips clashed with his and then found his neck. She gave him a big love bite.
Then lifted up his top, took it off and felt his tattooed chest. Her fingers
traced the witch tattoo on his right side and his nipples. She kissed his bare
flesh and moved lower. He ran his fingers through her red hair.
‘You’re very pretty,’ Joe
whispered. She looked up at him and nodded thank you.
CB undid his belt and
carefully removed his jeans. She marveled at his tattooed legs, at the
aeroplanes, missiles, space rockets and song lyrics. Her fingers touched his
ink and her eyes saw everything.
‘Truly lovely artwork. I love
it. The planes are stunning,’ CB complimented. Her sadness had vanished.
Thursday, 7 January 2021
Major Insomnia Corporal Sleep Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister book photos with poems
Monday, 4 January 2021
PAPERBACK Major Insomnia Corporal Sleep Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister (Author) link
Major Insomnia Corporal Sleep Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister (Author) link
A new book MAJOR INSOMNIA CORPORAL SLEEP by Nick Armbrister and other writers. This features many types and styles of writing on an equal number of topic matter. There is humour, sadness, anger, joy here and so much more. Poems vary from Haiku to the epic to activism against the CCP and their actions. Nick has done some of his finest writing here and other talented writers also contribute. The word count is makes this Nick's second longest poetry book.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RT9GRZG
Sunday, 3 January 2021
Major Insomnia Corporal Sleep Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister (Author) link
A new book MAJOR INSOMNIA CORPORAL SLEEP by Nick Armbrister and other writers. This features many types and styles of writing on an equal number of topic matter. There is humour, sadness, anger, joy here and so much more. Poems vary from Haiku to the epic to activism against the CCP and their actions. Nick has done some of his finest writing here and other talented writers also contribute. The word count is makes this Nick's second longest poetry book.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RXJNGF4
Saturday, 2 January 2021
MAJOR INSOMNIA CORPORAL SLEEP by Nick Armbrister and other writers
A new book MAJOR INSOMNIA CORPORAL SLEEP by Nick Armbrister and other
writers. This features many types and styles of writing on an equal number of
topic matter. There is humour, sadness, anger, joy here and so much more. Poems
vary from Haiku to the epic to activism against the CCP and their actions. Nick
has done some of his finest writing here and other talented writers also
contribute. The word count is makes this Nick's second longest poetry book.
Choice Choices
What are you meant to do when you don't like
something?
Do you go and change it for something better?
This can be a job that you do even if you're good at
it
You may know how to do it well but simply hate it
Imagine a Mafia hit man hating his job and wanting out
Planning out how to leave and never ever go back
It's easy to get in and impossible to quit except by
death
My job isn't this bad but I'd certainly be open to
offers
There's just something about it that I don't like
Will it remain the same or get worse?
Do I leave now or see how it goes?
The clock is ticking and a choice to make