I’m excited to announce that my 92nd published short story The Cunning Linguist (once called The Cunnilinguist) is included in the new anthology Welcome to the Splatterclub, Vol III edited by Nikki Noir for Blood Bound Books. I have a long, blood-spattered history with BBB and the great people who run the joint. In the past, The Devil & Jim Rosenthal, Subject #270374, Siki’s Story, and Holiday of a Lifetime have all been part of projects they’ve put together. They are one of the few established publishers brave enough to operate at the more extreme end of the spectrum and I send them all the stories I write that involve genital mutilation.

As for the story itself, well, it’s about what you probably think its about. The protagonist is a player who thinks he is very, very good at oral sex. The Cunning Linguist is the handle he uses on dating apps. One night he meets his match, so to speak, and let’s just say he comes to a sticky end. Wink, wink.

I have a love-hate relationship with oral sex. And no, I don’t mean I love receiving but hate giving. When you think about it, it’s pretty gross. Our mouths aren’t supposed to go down there. Personal hygiene is incredibly important. You let that slip, even just a little, and it can ruin the other person’s whole experience. Trust me. On the other hand, you don’t want to be tasting of soap, either, because nobody likes eating soap. It’s a fine line. The whole topic is an absolute minefield, and definitely uncomfortable enough to write horror stories about.

Welcome to the Splatterclub Vol III is out now on ebook and paperback.