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October 2009 Selection:
She drinks to get in the mood. He drinks to survive it.
Alan Stewart Carl
It was always about her face, until she turned and walked away.
Sideways glances. So many years. So much lost. Lust over me, please.
November 2009 Selection:Stockings
Empty. Hanging from the shower rod begging for entry of your legs.
Sensuous strip. Scandalous silk slithers. Slick skin swaps sweat. Satiated, sin sleeps.
Kerry S. Linfoot Ph.D.
This close her tears have the same fragile curve as her ass.
January 2010 Selection:Opposites
She was beautiful, sexy, made of antimatter. Best bang of my life.
Rain. Nowhere to go. Holding hands, our wet palms made sucking noises.
He blustered into my life like winter's outburst. I blew him back.
April 2010 Selection:Blowhard
He wanted a woman who wouldn’t talk back. $49.95, pump not included.
Through the thin fabric luscious mounds grind to the rhythm of ecstasy.
You think your secrets are safe, sweetheart? Dirty clothes gossip. Stains squeal.
May 2010 Selection:
Her body echoes off the walls, leaves a whisper of her scent.
Neighbors hear everything. Who cares? The kids are gone; so are inhibitions.
He'd do anything to be inside her. Even fake his blood type.
June 2010 Selection:Removed in November 2011 per author's request
Pretty obvious, the way he carried that glass slipper across the
A thumb running all the way down my naked spine, unzipping me.
August 2010 SelectionClub
She smiled, offered her hand, then whispered, "I enjoy meeting new members."
I came, I saw, I conquered. But not always in that order.
Legs like a spider straddle him. She wraps him up for later.
September 2010 Selection
Like a praying mantis, I wanted her, but she only wanted dinner.
Breakfast in Bed. Her breasts, round and sun-kissed. Freshly squeezed.
Shannon Connor Winward
December 2010 Selection
As the soaking rain defined her curves, his umbrella unexpectedly popped open.
If I’d met you first, he’d be on a leash, not you.
My lips part, my legs part, awaiting you—why must we part?Lily Mack
March 2011 Selection
Little licks linger longer lately, lusting lovely liquors like lubricating lonely losers.
She left because she couldn’t soften his heart or harden his head.
She’d always remember her first, no matter how many lasts there were.
May 2011 Selection
Her low cut evening dress was very revealing, especially on the floor.
Peeled slowly, sopping flesh swallowed, sucked its seed with twitching, wet lips.
Years later, I still sleep alone, dressed only in your worn undershirt.
Olivia Kate Cerrone
SerialWe came together, but I left—as always—with my knife, alone.
With her, I climb to new heights. I see I prefer valleys.
UnbuttonedLust is pulling free a loose button. Love is sewing it back.
DirtyI stole Mister Clean’s other earring. Ever since, I’ve been very dirty.
My naked is so naked when touching your naked in naked darkness.
PortentsSensuous images titillate her sleep, the ominous moon pregnant in the sky.
ViewpointMy romantic view of you has become distorted. Please clean your windows.
What she put behind her ears always turned him on. Her legs.
SplitI remember her running across the playground screaming: my first woman scorned.
VolcanicHot blood bubbles beneath my skin like magma, erupting whenever she blows.
GynecologistHis job is weird: he looks for problems where others seek happiness.
He Saw Her From Across the Bar
They met like two cars braking at an intersection: almost an accident.
SeasonalIt was a May–December romance. She’d shake to music. He’d shake. Bruce Harris
WesternHe had a big gun and she had a cozy little holster.
September 2012 SelectionSparks
Forty years married. Five kids. Sparks still fly. But powder won’t ignite.
February 2013 Selection
He said it wasn’t cheating if she was essentially the same person.
March 2013 Selection
He adored his girlfriend and boyfriend. They always helped him get bi.
August 2013 Selection
Twins used me, thought I was fooled, but I recognized a mole.Peter Mehren
December 2013 Selection
His tongue paints words where she can't read them: "Abandon all hope."
February 2014 Selection
Her lips judiciously mapped my face like a cartographer in red heels.
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