Tag Archives: Kicks

It’s been all systems go at Clinicality today, with The Gimp by Christopher Nosnibor and Kicks by Vincent Clasper being unleashed simultaneously. Both are available to order from Clinicality as of now, and will be available through the usual on-line retail outlets in the coming weeks.

These publications are both intended to be sharp, short shocks, clocking in at under 50 pages apiece and graced with covers that aren’t intended to be particularly cuddly. We like it like that.

Today also sees Bill Thunder’s ultra-hard-boiled detective novel, The Bastardizer go global. Unfortunately, we’ve had to up the price to cover the distribution pricing arrangements, but the trade-off is that it will soon be showing up on searches and available through Amazon and all the rest. One other plus point is that we’ve managed to retain the ‘pocket’ format for the trade paperback edition, meaning it’s still the compact 4.25” x 6.9” we’d always wanted it to be. We’ve also made it available as a download at a very reasonable £1.99 as of now, and hope to run some special promotions in the near future.

Hop on over to the website for more info and to order all Clinicality Press publications, and keep watching this space for more exciting new fiction on-line.

This is the first story to feature in our soon-to-be critically lauded blogzine, where Clinicality Press publish and promote new works of fiction and beyond. In time, there may be a second anthology, but these things take time and money, and we’re short on both. For now, we’re doing the digital thing.

Killing for Company

Vincent Clasper

It started out through boredom. Single, lonely, stuck at home, nothing to do. An evening spent with a four-pack, idling away the hours on-line. Only so much sport and music a guy can take. He’d always avoided the porn on the ‘net, said it was for sad losers who couldn’t get laid. But he’d been without a partner for some weeks now, and the urge to shoot his load was becoming too much to bear. He Googled a few random search terms:

Lesbian lick blonde

Brunette cum sprays

Jenna Jameson anal

Most of the results were disappointing: small low-res pics, or otherwise simply fronts for pay-sites and links pages that led to more links pages – all the promise, but nothing delivered. A couple of sites brought up pages of thumbnails, though, and he flicked through a handful of screens, checking out some DVDA action of some busty tan-lined blondes. Imagining himself in the place of one of the guys, he flipped his cock free of his boxers and tossed until he creamed onto the carpet.

It wasn’t long before it became a habit, and it wasn’t long before he started thinking and seeing things differently. He’d see girls in the MPEGS and JPEGS that began to clutter his hard drive who reminded him of girls he knew or had known from work or college or even school. He’d fantasize that the girls in the pictures and videos were the girls he knew and would knock a mix out with these thoughts in his head.

He started to diversify and became interested in voyeur sites, candid sites. He became obsessed. His netlife became his reality: at work, in the street, the supermarket, he’d be on he lookout for downblouse shots and nipple slips. He even removed a screw from the handle of the bathroom door and drilled through so he could catch a glimpse of his lodger in the bath or shower. Women became objects: he’d find himself engaged in a perfectly normal conversation and imagine different scenarios. In the pub, he visualised the barmaid in a short skirt, exposing her bare ass as she reached over the table to collect empty glasses, or taking the hot blonde from accounts in the stationery cupboard. He’d ponder what the women and girls he saw in the street, the shop, the pub, and at work looked like naked, imagined their nipples and their beavers.

And he was never bored again.

‘Killing for Company’ is taken from Vincent Clasper’s forthcoming booklet Kicks, to be published by Clinicality Press in October.