Contributor: Joshua Dobson - - I had long harbored suspicions that my nubile blonde underling Jodi had a tingle in her pussy for me. She dressed mouth-wateringly slutty and broke into a shit-eating grin whenever she caught me copping a carnal eyeful of the orange spray-on-tanned flesh she so freely displayed. Her voice kinda got on my nerves sometimes and she had big huge blue eyes with a crazy twinkle glimmering in them, like that lady on the news who killed her baby and cut it open, cuz she thought it had stolen her liver whilst in the womb; she had icy blue psycho-eyes. “I cut myself shaving,” Jodi chirped flirtatiously, batting her fake eyelashes at me, “Wanna see?” I nodded my head yes. She pulled up her black leather miniskirt until it bunched around her waist. She wore a shiny pink thong. She planted her stiletto-heeled right...

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Contributor: NaughTee - - He pushed me to... a window quietly stand face my reflection strip clothes watch myself uncamouflage embrace beauty touch flesh revel He pushed me to... want more challenge more be liberated brazen demanding unashamed surrender my fear relinquish control try He pushed me to... reveal yearnings fuel my temptations quench thirst not question feel not think respond seek fulfillment rejoice not regret permit myself He pushed me to... push back brace against window straddle thighs bury his cock thrust wildly moan scream claw his back orgasm He pushed me to... live forget reality break the rules meet secretly ignore any voyeurs fuck at work after hours rendezvous become greedy need it again - - - I am published in various anthologies and online, including The Erotic Woman, Haiku Journal, Epiphany magazine,...

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Contributor: Dirky Henkel - - James took her out the bonnet and undid the tape from her mouth. She winced then spat and screamed, even though it was useless in this desolation. But he wouldn't have it, so he responded with a playful smack to her jaw. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” James told her, smacking a bristly kiss on Sandra's forehead. He forced her up onto the porch and shoved her through the door of his old Piney Woods farmhouse, and Sandra saw the barricaded windows, the unfurbished void making up the inside, the passage to his bedroom drowned in fresh concrete. The door shut and the key turned. Then they were in darkness. “Hope you don't take the tying up thing personally.” James fed a candle wick. A pair of flickers rollicked in the navy hue of his sunglasses. She was taken aback for a second, seeing that monster's face of tattoos...

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Contributor: Dirky Henkel - - It was Abigail's turn to chop wood, so she left noting the sun's wilt, how glad she was to be far from contact, deep in the solitude of the Grunewald forest. Just us. I blew her a kiss in agreement and resumed my chores. Minutes later, while scrubbing soot from a bucket of dishes, I peered out the window. She was gone from her assigned tree stump. To my left, a shadow grew by the doorway. Then I saw her return, and she was different, more haggard than usual. Something was wrong. “Abigail?” I called. She didn't respond. She was swaying against the daylight, eerily stilled, a ragdoll with an axe. I heard her whelp. It was an acknowledgment of her weakness. Just in time, I caught her. We convulsed to the dust. The whiteness of her frock was disappearing behind a crimson plague. Where her neck was, there was...

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Contributor: Dirky Henkel - - The passing fields along the Umbiquothi highway were now filled with collections of rubbish. Fires were dying out on meadows now more deathly black than green. “It used to be beautiful,” Cammy remarked on the rot. She was leaning against the passenger window. Her left cheek was orange from the Kenyan sun, her blush of hair falling like a waterfall over a traditional caftan. She nudged John back to reality, and he released his grip on her hand, having forgotten that the ring of his finger was pressing down. “Remember when they used to plant blueberries here, the kids who'd come play?” “Times have changed,” he said. “In a bad way.” “Who did this?” “Daily Nairobi say Al-Shabaab,” their driver said, butting in. “So many killed yesterday. Senseless violence. That's Kenya. I have to say, you're brave. However...” “Hm?” “Maybe...

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