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I'm Sky Boss, horny, 31, sexplorer!
Sky Boss is the bastard love child of Lady Gaga and Donald Trump, born somewhere in the multiverse on October 2016 during a magic mushroom journey in a windswept castle in the North of England.
He holds a dark mirror up to our sexual fantasies and desires, giving you a safe space to explore the darkness you can’t express from 9-5. Sometimes he will make you laugh, other times he will make you cum.
Just remember, everything that Sky Boss shows you is just a frequency that he’s channelling from the ether of our dark reality. We’re being bombarded by sex all day every day, and then being told to feel guilty for our innate human desires.
Sky Boss says fuck it, let’s own our darkness.
What inspired you to write your book?
The news – there's so much corruption in the news at the moment – particularly people in power abusing their positions.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The thick brown mahogany door to Professor Darling’s was wide open, he was just sat at his desk, typing away at his computer. I tapped gently on the door.
“Hey Prof D, how’s it going?” I didn’t mean to sound so timid. But I really wanted to impress this guy so much that every time I saw him I got nervous.
“Will! C’mon in! How’s it going?” He adjusted his glasses as he greeted me in. Prof D was forever high-fiving all of his students when he saw us, he existed in a state of permanent pumped up enthusiasm. As I sat down he gripped my shoulder effusively, squeezing firmly.
“Prof D, thanks so much for agreeing to see me.”
“Will, my man, no worries! We are getting you an internship this summer. Are we not?” He did this in our lectures too, psyched us up with exciting questions.
“Yes we are!” I tried to match his enthusiasm.
“Will, you’re looking a little grey around the gills.” He narrowed his eyes, looking at me. Searching.
“Oh shoot, yeah I had a few drinks last night and then I went the gym this morning.” I grinned. The look on his face was so excited.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” He pumped his fist up. “Now listen up Will… This assignment.” He slapped it on the table in front of me. “Was not your best.”
The letter B, was scrawled across the middle of the page in one big red letter, my heart sank.
“Oh no.” I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Yeah, I know, right?” He sounded very Californian suddenly. “This is NOT going to get you into XP bank this summer, is it?” He said it so earnestly. His concern for my wellbeing shining through.
“Oh gosh, Prof D, ah am SO sorry about this.” Ah shit! I thought, I’d just gone and sounded super southern again!
He grinned at my sudden southern inflection. “Now don’t be sorry to me, be sorry to yourself if you don’t get the internship.”