in the fertile womb of the irreverent Goddess of Smut, overflowing with
awesomesauce and dripping with moxie, Spunky Publications was birthed
on the fifth of May, and celebrated around a raging bonfire by hoards of
naked, tequila swilling smut punks.
What ensued was an orgiastic frenzy of unbridled creativity and unfettered smut. This smut was ejaculated by the horny acolytes, onto page after page of text. In this way, the Goddess's spunky words were delivered, by way of smut punk spunk, to the increasingly eager masses who hungered for her lurid and ribald tales of sexual abandon.