Contributor: Paul Tristram - - Again fill my glass with some vodka while I snort another line of cocaine. Then a few tokes of a skunk spliff while the powder’s wracked up again. Another can of Stella would be nice and maybe I’ll do an ecstasy or two. A little dab of cheeky amphetamine will help me see the night through. You can stick your smack up your arse but of course wash up some crack. I’ll go and seek out the ammonia I will be the last one on my back. - - - Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, y...

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Contributor: Paul Tristram - - If you wash it, I’ll do it I’ll crawl back down the bed. Get tangled up in your legs and hope I don’t see red. Yeah, I’ll face it like a man and I’ll do my very best. Work away quite hungrily you have yourself a rest. Ram-raid with my tongue, I’ll take it on the chin. If you was it, I’ll do it let the messy show begin. - - - Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, y...

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Contributor: Zelda Zonk - - Doug's going deeper and faster than he has before. He hears Aiden's belaboured moans underneath him and pauses for a second so his breath can even out a bit. Doug steadies his hand on Aiden's left butt check. Only after Aiden smiles back at him does he slap it hard. "Don't stop," Aiden pants. Doug places both hands on Aiden's waist, gripping him hard as he continues to plunge in and out of him. When he slides out accidentally, Aiden lets out a small yelp. Doug shushes him, and then slaps his ass again. "Turn over," Doug commands. Aiden groans as he moves, and then smiles when Doug meets his eye. "This is what I like," Doug says. Aiden touches himself on the bed, craning his neck, his Adam's apple large and exposed, covered with hickeys, and he grabs the pillow. He puts it under his back and then Doug...

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Contributor: Stacy Maddox - - I can smell her hot sex Intoxicating, tangy and sweet Another man's spent seed Staining her clean panties Every day for weeks now We've been meeting this way She pretends I am nobody And slips into the next seat I could be her favorite lover Instead of the cock she's using Sitting there so innocently As I shift against my jeans She's just had another fucking One of many I will count Leaving me breathless and needy When her skin is slick and flushed Day after day I anticipate We would be good together Her poised, straddling my hips Ready to take all she wants Over coffee and a bagel I have stripped her naked Satisfied our deepest desires And cum in her soft folds. - - - Stacy Maddox lives, dreams and writes in the fast-paced city of Lawrence, KS. She loves to soak up the sun by the river and feel...

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Contributor: Paul Tristram - - I was sitting in the corner of the room, biting at my left wrist, when Lynn my common-law wife came running over to me. “Baby, the ambulance has just pulled up outside, try and stand up love, come on I’ll help you!” I put my hands under myself and tried to push myself up; I rose about a foot from the floor then crashed back down again. “Here give me one of your arms, there that’s it, now try again.” She pulled while I clenched my arse cheeks together, pushed forward and tried to make myself light, I abseiled half way across the floor before I was finally standing upright. I stood there swaying perfectly for a second or two, leaned forward with a grin to kiss her on her forehead, I missed, skidded down her left hand side and collapsed once more upon the floor. “For Fuck Sake!” She exclaimed in frustration. Then...

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Contributor: Paul Tristram - - He is notorious in the red-light area. The girls cringe when they hear his tapping cane approaching. Some of them circle the new girl and whisper urgent warnings to her. “Caitlin committed suicide after her first ever time with him!” “Look at my scar it always itches whenever he’s near!” “Drinking menstruation blood from a toilet!” “Jars and jars of specimens upon shelves up in his rooms!” “A whole packet of Marlboros!” “He pays treble but that’s no price for a burn mark like that!” “They say Jackie will never come out of the nuthouse!” “And they had to put the raven down!” “Here he is, don’t look him in the eyes or the Hell’s Gate of a mouth in that stinking, ginger beard of his or he will stop and call you, his Dear!” - - - Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and...

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