Peddling Smut

Warning: this post full of stupidly suggestive puns.
Once again I find myself being thrust into the position of assisting my dirty-minded friend Kelly The Naughty Observer and her horny husband Brian work on one of their mostly harmless yet highly graphic stories. Because Brian coerces Kelly with his manly charms, most of these Works of Smut are of the lesbian or two girls to every guy variety, though I and my gay chums Dave and Brett protest vehemently that we need to work on more stories about dudes who prefer dudes! That works for me, although a little one man one woman or two guys to every chick wouldn't be a bad departure either!
But I'm a writer and pride myself on my editing skills. And it's such fun getting together with these zany characters and conceiving a tale of torrid lust. All of them are dedicated to the late great Becki, the lurid lesbian with a heart of gold and liver of steel! It is she that was responsible for starting this club of lewd literature.
So although my dearly beloved Ghost Writer is threatening me with creative varieties of unspeakable violence for taking a brief hiatus from the Tale of Terror to tap out some vicarious filth, I must take that chance. Besides, he's never yet carried out any of his twisted threats to bump me off. And it goes without saying that if I did, he'd never find out how the story ends. So he's over a barrel and I'm off to perform literary dirty deeds of a different variety.
Pardon the inside humor and blatant punning, if you can!
The Gratuitious Cheesemeister