Contributor: Misti Rainwater-Lites - - Purple Pieman is lurking around, peeking through windows. Goddamn he needs to find a yummy bitch! Then he chances upon the candled glow of Golden Dream Barbie’s bathroom window. Oh fuck. Oh GOD. There she be, all creamy incandescent nubile plastic glory, reason enough to swoon beneath the pumpkin moon. She’s soaking in a garden tub filled with bubbles and she’s SINGING. Purple Pieman slobbers but does not ejaculate, not yet. There is world enough and time. He opens the window, climbs in. Golden Dream Barbie sure is surprised! “Who…who are you?” “Baby, I’m your preacher. I’m your teacher. I’m your daddy. I’m the baker of your miracle pies, the manufacturer of your most gleaming dreams. I’ve come to take you away, baby girl. Calgon can only take you so far. I take you the rest of the way. Next stop…O-Town!” “You’ve…you’ve...

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Author: Misti Rainwater-Lites

Contributor: Stacy Maddox - - Remembering the first time We made love on the carpeted floor Always makes me smile And still remains a favorite It wasn't just sex with her But a slow, sensual seduction After long days and hot nights Waiting for just the right moment She was the experienced one Temptation lured me in Enticed, anticipating passion I watched her with hooded eyes Finally needing to feel The woman to woman kiss Shy, tender, exciting, raw I couldn't wait for more To touch her slickness, to know What she already knew Silky, soft parting of skin A tongue on my hungry breast She was between my thighs Lingering, probing, licking, moaning Seeking out secret places I didn't imagine existed Crying out, wanting no end I could smell her scent Tangy, sweaty, sweet As she brought me higher I had to taste her There, between smooth,...

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Author: Stacy Maddox

Contributor: Nathaniel Tower - - Krista seemed normal enough, but if I'd known how wild and sticky things would get, I might've stayed away. We met my sophomore year of college. She was standing in the quad looking up at a gargoyle on the side of a building I'd never even noticed. At the time I didn't know what she was looking at, which made it easy to go and talk to her. "What are you looking at?" I asked in my ever-so-smooth first line. It took her a minute to realize I was talking to her. "Are you talking to me?" she said just as smoothly. "Of course," I said in a way I thought wasn't rude. Then she told me about the gargoyle and I asked her out. She accepted and our first date was that night. I told her right on the spot that in addition to being the prettiest girl on campus (she wasn't), she was also the most interesting (she was)....

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Author: Nathaniel Tower

Contributor: Brian J. Smith Writing as Chance - - SHE EASES HIM ONTO THE EDGE OF THE BED AND STEPS BACK. SHE BITES bashfully on her thumb, stares seductively at him and slides her hand down the left crease of her strapless red dress; the front of the dress pushes her bosom high up on her chest. He shrugs off his camel-colored work shirt, lets the lamplight from the bedside table trace the contours of his rock-hard stomach, and tosses it over the back of a nearby chair. She slides the dress down her slender frame, exposes ashen skin pulled taut over her ribs and feels it caress her ankles on its way to the floor. He discards his blue jeans, leaves them in a heap around his feet and steps out. “Looks like I’ve bagged me a good one.” She says. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.” Without hesitation, she jumps across the room...

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Author: Brian J. Smith

Contributor: Sez A - - In darkness it’s easier to reminisce. It’s the dream you see, sucking my eyelids. The skeletal doctor hovering above performed an idle dance. But I recall your small voice, “resting”, it said, as I felt the abominate wriggling through my nose. The icy slumber is rotting, bitter rims painted with slime hardened and still you licked my torment in farewell - - - Sez A likes words and draws things. She's a big fan of vod...

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Contributor: Robert E. Petras - - I promised to give them something to remember at the Halloween party for the rest of their lives, me all dressed up as the Flasher Vampire. I’d swing open my Count Dracula cape and flash a big rubber dong and goose them all— Snow White and the Seven Dorks, the Mojo Man, Little Redneck Riding Hood, Prince Uncharming— showed them all, showed Charlie Chaplin some real slap-dick comedy as I dick-slapped the gal wearing the nun costume, all the time accosting them with my best Bela Lugosi “good evening,” “Good evening, princess, good evening, Amish Amy, good evening, your geekness and I’d flash and swing my rubber dong and once told the Genie if she rubbed it three times I’d grant her three wishes. Mullet Man I flashed, Wonder Bra Woman I flashed, I even flashed them the flesh, then I flashed my fangs --the...

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Author: Robert E. Petras

Contributor: Misti Rainwater-Lites - - They met at a poetry reading. Billy was the star poet. He sold six copies of his latest poetry collection, Use A Dick. Lori was a fan. Billy’s biggest fan ever, she claimed. “Would you sign my book, please?” Lori asked Billy with a shy smile. Billy couldn’t take his eyes off Lori’s considerable cleavage. “Certainly. What’s your name, babe?” Billy asked. “Lori,” Lori said with a giggle. Billy signed the book and handed it to Lori with a wink. Lori read the inscription. _Lori, I’d love to use my dick on you. Love & Stuff, Billy._ Lori blushed and giggled. She grabbed Billy’s black pen and scrawled her phone number on his left forearm. “I’ll never wash my arm again,” Billy said. The wino motel room lacked ambiance but Billy and Lori weren’t there for candles and roses. They weren't there for...

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Author: Misti Rainwater-Lites

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Author: Dirky Henkel

Contributor: Ted Minnow - - There were two humans walking in the forest. They had penises. They were walking towards a house. Sam: “Are we there yet?” Lauren: “Yes.” And they were. There was a house, right there in the forest. It had all the normal things houses did, except for a door or windows. It was made of concrete. Out of the house stepped a person. Sam and Lauren had come to see this person. “Hello, people,” said the person. “Hello, friend,” Sam and Lauren said at the same time. “Yes, come in.” The person thought Sam and Lauren were pretentious to use that word, friend. They were not friends. None of them were friends. None of them had friends. But Sam and Lauren did. They thought they had many friends. There was the person who gave them entrance to the forest. There was that tree who was alive. There was this person now,...

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Author: Ted Minnow

Contributor: Stacy Maddox - - I savor the way your thick seed Runs quickly down my quivering thighs As I stand to put on slowly, unhurried My bikini bottom and suntan lotion I take my own time with looks Under hooded, satisfied green eyes I haven't a care in the world As you watch me flip streaked hair You wander off to the kitchen As I gather the towels and radio Winding the dial up to the station To music I'm in the mood for today I close the sliding glass door And make a path straight to you Pinning you against the sink Suggesting I want your sex again Rubbing my hands, seeking you out Sliding my sensitive, white breasts Over the silver hoop that hangs Through your small left nipple Nibbling your ear, I feel you suck Your breath in swiftly, almost startled You're hard again, to my delight I smile a secret smile to myself Whispering...

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Author: Stacy Maddox