Jafar

Jafar, a spool of tainted, prescient, and most importantly, freewheeling, entertaining webs, is as much burlesque poet as he is mind fiddling craftsman, and was one of the most avid influences on the gauging of my own mind control writing when starting out, as well as being my favorite writer on the archive. There is almost little to say, as his stories all speak for themselves, and are done far more justice read than read about.

While plenty writers from, passing through, or lurking 'round the EMCSA have shown a revelry for contortion and ironic capsizes and snappy, flowing characters, Jafar provides a complete and abundant package that whizzes with steady energy and coy humor. His stories can occupy a range of plot points, but nigh-all of them involve the hapless and varied cast becoming consumed by a new, overriding sense of reality, and **** to endure the ensuing chaos, which tends to be chock-ful of puzzled hilarity, titillation by the minute, and the necessary pinch of dramatic tension in equally effective measure, fueled by a horizon of distressed, horny, fruitlessly sharp-tongued characters. If they're lucky, one of them comes out obliviously affected but at least less of an erotophile than the fellow humping the street pole down there, who may have been their father, yesterday. If they're luckier, they all undergo a transformative experience that, regardless of their conditions, will never be forgotten.

A large part of his success with translating the harried yet potent stupor of a situation upended by perverted excess is owed to his regular interplay of characters, dialogue, and pacing, which tends to be dizzying and rife with vigor and, most crucially, very intrepidly and economically written, even when spanning pages and pages of story. With ridiculous moment following ridiculous moment, only to be capped off with the kind of conclusion you can sleep well to after a long, but fun day, most of Jafar's stories provide a festive adventure into a polluted relationship hexagon simultaneously destroyed and revitalized by crudely indulgent influences, family and **** being a sticking point. If you're looking for something rollicking and sexy, and enjoy tales of corruption, twisty mind screws, and lewd, at times whacky mental renovations en masse, Jafar has just the pill. It's the type of stuff that's so down-able you'll be halfway through one multi-chapter story without realizing it.

Some Notable/Favorite Stuff

☆ Brainwave of Horror, Part III (Chapters 3 - 4, partic.)
☆ The Monkey's Penis
☆ Women in Heat
☆ Do Me a Favor (in collaboration with Viviane)