Contributor: Richard Osgood - - Ivan Chemalski stands at the center of a blow-up kiddie pool, naked, feet spread, penis erect, defecating in the water. A metallic rendition of The Entertainer cycles over and over from the loudspeaker of an ice cream truck as it approaches, passes, and fades under napping pine trees and languid American flags. Coitus, he calls her, the young Slovakian woman with burlap hair and volcanic skin, who sits in a folding beach chair, fully gowned, feet over the inflated edge of the pool, washing dirt from soil-burdened toes. A glance at the paperback within arm’s-length grasp of fruitful clover, her fingertips callused by fractured asphalt, she anticipates locked doors and drawn shades. Sunrise weighed down by iron skillets and uncharitable destinations serves blood sausage and beets to former transmission...

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Contributor: LA Sykes - - Eye eye. Who is this dodgy looking cunt? Suspicious behaviour indeed. Creeping around the alley at this time of night? What the fuck is he wearing? Who does he think he is? Which house is he planning to hit? Time to find out. Out the back door and jump the fence. Creep up on this thieving fucker from behind and boot him up the arse as he bends over mauling about with the canvas cover sheet on his getaway vehicle. Rip off his silly hat and grab his hair snapping his head back. Crush his bulbous nose with a quick crack. Look him square in his pleading eyes taking in the white beard slowly turning crimson with blood. "Don't tell me, you're Santa Claus delivering presents for all the boys and girls?" I ask sarcastically. "Yes, look please I really am S...." I cut off his driveling bullshit with another backhand...

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Contributor: LA Sykes - - The day of the big opening. Display stalls quickly being filled by organisations wanting to be seen the most. Networking and getting their services out there. Being early my work was already done so I spied the chance to grab a smoke before the tape cutting started. Exiting through the fire escape the summer sun bathed my face in warmth. Cool breeze lightly flickered the flame from the match as I inhaled deeply. It was then I saw her. Sweet strawberry blonde hair bobbed as she walked. My eyes took in her body. Fair skinned shoulders lowered to full curved hips and buttocks covered only lightly by a yellow summer dress. Knee length. No panty line. My blood rushed down and I felt myself swell pushing against denim. She caught my presence in her peripheral vision. Turned and met my gaze. I caught her eyes and...

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Contributor: LA Sykes - - ‘’You will most certainly NOT be leaving the hospital!’’ Doctor Bubba stated hysterically. Talking to his patients was very stressful, triggering his self-diagnosed situation-specific social anxiety disorder that he’d diagnosed himself with after long periods of self-assessment. He was very convincing in his diagnoses, especially regarding himself, and was suddenly pleased with his expertise on the matter which reduced his anxieties in this social interaction. Relaxing, he leaned back cooly and caressed the sleeve of his suit jacket with the leather elbow patches that he wore continually in the belief they exuded intellectualism, which triggered severe bouts of self-consciousness, triggering an acute bout of self-consciousness. ‘’Why not! I’ve been compliant with this ridiculous charade to assuage my Community...

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Contributor: Jenny Nielsmann - - I love to ride. I love the feel of the sweat as it slicks across my body, runs down the crack of my ass and drips to the cock throbbing between my thighs. I love the movement of men beneath me, the hardness they hurl balls deep into me, filling me, grabbing me with arching fingers as I rise, as I roll my cunt back and forth, cradling every inch of them, teasing them until they cum. Teasing them until the ride is over. Teasing them to make them eager, eager for me, eager for the snatch they remember, the hot wetness they crave. I'll play with myself to get them hard again, moan a little in their ears. I know what men like. I know what cocks love. I love only one thing. I love to ride. - - - Blond hair, blue eyes, skin tanned Hawaiian style. You know you want ...

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Contributor: Seth Johnson - - Every week she returns to the same room to get fucked by strangers. Man or woman, it makes no difference. She’ll gladly let anyone fuck her. She never knows their names, at least not the ones that speak. They always know hers, even though she rarely uses the same one twice. She changes her appearance, too. But there is always some flaw. On the nights when she is ornamented and manicured, she is also bloated. Other nights she is hurried, almost late, arriving sleepless and bare, unfinished. Her intentions are pure, even though it is not always easy to tell. They take turns with her. She passes from one set of hands to another. Some fuck her more than once. Some can’t stop fucking her. Some get impatient and snatch her away, even though her legs are flipped open to reveal her middle, and her climax is on...

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Contributor: P.A.Levy - - crack of dawn (lovely girl is dawn) … morning has broken … up with the larks … in the heroic minute there was a word and the word was cunt … lancelot awoke from his slumbers and his automatic codpiece extension creaked and groaned to full size to accommodate his gentleman’s good morning then as always in this state the first thought to enter lancelot’s mind was cunt must get cunt but he realised his quest could be severely hampered by morning dragon’s breath when able to reset his codpiece to default position he arose for a slash (this is the only legend with such realistic detail) then set off for the tavern a pint or two of some mead to honey his rank breath for this was a known successful remedy after so much smoking skunk but whilst at the tavern lancelot couldn’t help but become besotted with the new...

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