Holey Matrimony by Kevin Strange

Blending the new trend of monster erotica with the timeless tradition of ridiculously bad taste, Kevin Strange brings together a story only he can tell. 

John Schmitt is a deeply closeted man, hiding his true feelings of lust from his wife's father for more than a decade. One fateful evening when John's car takes a plunge off the side of a bridge, John comes face to face with a man even more handsome and sultry than the object of his fancy: Jesus Christ. But as the two men make passionate love above John's dying body on their way toward the light of heaven, John reveals an appalling secret to the savior of all mankind. Will Jesus accept John's peculiar secret? Or will the son of God's own secret prove even more shocking than the one hiding inside John's pants? 

Is gay Jesus erotica even a thing? It is now in this hot and messy erotic horror story by genre bending weirdo, Kevin Strange!

   

Let's see. It's Sunday, and you say it's also Christmas Eve? Well, then, what better time than now to kick off a few days blasphemous holiday fun! Yeah, it's gonna get dark, and weird, and quite possibly grossly offensive, but WTF . . . right?

Yes, assuming I believed in Hell, I'm completely and utterly convinced that I would be headed there on a suicidal express train for having read, much less enjoyed, Holey Matrimony. This is the kind of story that this blog was invented for. It's weird, perverse, blasphemous, and monstrous in equal measure, with an awkward clash of the arousing and the amusing.

The story starts out simply enough, with a henpecked husband careening off the Met Street bridge and into the waters below. Just when he figures he's about to take his final breath, he's not only saved, but saved by guy who puts the 'save' in 'savior' - yes, put your hands together, boys and girls, its's Jesus Christ himself!

Together, John and Jesus look down upon the paramedics trying to save John's life . . . and that's when Jesus begins playing the weird seducer. As if that weren't awkward enough, it turns out John isn't just a closeted gay man. Hell, he's not even just a closeted gay man with green scales below the neckline. No, he's a closeted gay man with green scales below the neckline and three (count 'em, three!) penises.

Yeah, it gets even weirder from there, with some of the most blasphemous use of hands and holes you can imagine, but things are not what they seem (the tentacles are a  dead giveaway). I really have to hand it to Kevin Strange, he pulls no punches with his imagination. Lest you think this is just a blatant, empty attempt to offend and horrify, however, there is a story behind it all, and a few final twists that almost - I say almost - bring a semblance of normality to the story.

At least, that is, until the final line.



Kindle: 18 pages
Published: December 31, 2015
Published by: Kevin The Strange Fiction

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