After far, far too long a delay, my latest opus is at long last complete and ready for consumption by a public no doubt shuddering with need and quivering with barely-contained anticipation.
Read and enjoy, dear friends. And do remember: This work, as with anything I ever have or ever shall present within the NewDog15 body of work, is quite spectacularly not safe for work.

For those of you - among them many of the regular readers of my journal who are less than entirely familliar with the context of all of this business, I encourage you to click the Newdog15 tab on this entry and read the previous such entry to get some perspective here.
More particularly, as pertains to the omni-present and intentionally baffling racial and ethnic stereotypes, I offer this in explanation: My "Spiritual mentor" has a habit of taking obviously Japanese characters and treating them as though they were Americans in his "unauthorized re-writes", up to the point of giving them names like "Bubba" and "Lulu" and such. I decided I would pay him some homage with this one; taking characters who are not only obviously Japanese, but in fact attending a Japanese cultural festival and dressed in traditional Japanese garb, and writing them as not only specifically western, but openly contemptuous of all things Japanese and in fact, all things of any culture other than their own. I thought it would be all the better if there was absolutely nothing underlying that racist elitism; stereotypes which make no sense and have no bearing upon reality whatsoever...
Unless chinamen actually DO steal the food from your very mouth. I'm not sure. I've accidentally stumbled into the realm of absurd reality once too often to be completely contemptuous of the possibility.
Read and enjoy, dear friends. And do remember: This work, as with anything I ever have or ever shall present within the NewDog15 body of work, is quite spectacularly not safe for work.

For those of you - among them many of the regular readers of my journal who are less than entirely familliar with the context of all of this business, I encourage you to click the Newdog15 tab on this entry and read the previous such entry to get some perspective here.
More particularly, as pertains to the omni-present and intentionally baffling racial and ethnic stereotypes, I offer this in explanation: My "Spiritual mentor" has a habit of taking obviously Japanese characters and treating them as though they were Americans in his "unauthorized re-writes", up to the point of giving them names like "Bubba" and "Lulu" and such. I decided I would pay him some homage with this one; taking characters who are not only obviously Japanese, but in fact attending a Japanese cultural festival and dressed in traditional Japanese garb, and writing them as not only specifically western, but openly contemptuous of all things Japanese and in fact, all things of any culture other than their own. I thought it would be all the better if there was absolutely nothing underlying that racist elitism; stereotypes which make no sense and have no bearing upon reality whatsoever...
Unless chinamen actually DO steal the food from your very mouth. I'm not sure. I've accidentally stumbled into the realm of absurd reality once too often to be completely contemptuous of the possibility.


Comments
At last! All those months spent in agonizing anticipation, anxiously awaiting the publication of your newest literary exploits have finally paid off. And well worth the wait it was - barely any release in the realm of visual erotic literature over the last decades comes close to this magnificent opus, rich in poetic metaphors, abundantly offering colorful expressions that not merely enhance the reader's pleasure but aspire to catapult every loyal follower to increasingly deep and profound levels of escapist bliss.
I applaud you, dear sir. With great ease and apparent effortlessness you achieve an eloquent excellence that rivals Nabokov's works while the depth of your characters put any shallow stereotypical Byronic hero Dostoevsky could offer to shame, not to mention the clever witticisms that could coax a delighted chuckle out of Oscar Wilde himself.
It does not happen oft that we witness the birth of a literary genius who is predestined to shatter the very foundations of the literary world but we are given the opportunity to behold exactly that. Newdog15 will some day be mentioned in the same breath as Shakespeare, Mann, Yeats and Joyce.
And yet I feel myself compelled to criticize. I am aware that this may border on heresy but unlike the heroine in your debut feature, Wilhelmina's lust is not appropriately developed. Whereas Veronica-Louise seemed to crave her siblings corporal attention out of a youthful and libidinal desire, Wilhelmina's defiance towards her scheming brother metamorphoses into an blind appetite too quickly. We are all aware of the female's inherent irrationality, yet it becomes apparent that her sudden and inexplicable need to vaginally devour her brother's genitalia is nothing but a mere plot device to render her receptive to his virility. While this kind of desire, which is running rampant through the world of erotic fiction, has been aptly satirized in "It's a wonderful incest" by employing meta-fictional humor, which is equally lacking, it simply is used too conveniently.
But ignore my ignorant complaints for my mental faculties do not even begin to rival yours, so I may resort to blamimg myself for not grasping the brilliance behind this work of art.
Such a character is by her very nature going to be somewhat mercurial and flighty, and while this does keep her true-to-character, it makes her perhaps less of a gripping character to read about.
I'm not sure if it's exclusive or original to Wonder Showzen. Indeed, as I was writing it, I certainly wasn't trying to reference Wonder Showzen (as I try not to reference anything at all in my works); I was just using some idiotic (and in this case, mis-placed) racist nonsense I had heard somewhere. For all I know, I might have gotten it from WS, though. I've certainly watched both seasons of it enough times for it to have that sort of insidious effect on me.
As a matter of purest curiosity, might I ask how you managed to find me here? I always like to know what routes strangers take to find their ways to my journal, if for no other reason than to see what's going on at the point where their journey began.
I suspect it boils down to the fact that comedy and hard-core pornography appeal to two very different parts of the human brain, and there's a certain percentage of the population which is simply incapable of using one while the other is engaged. They're looking for porn, so they're blind to the joke. Fortunately, this is a reasonably small segment of the population.
Anyways, if and when I do more of this work, it'll be on my journal first and anywhere else second. My reccommendation is to friend me, and you'll have the best possible chance of getting it as early as possible.