Effective immediately, we will begin accepting submissions for our "Dirty Dozen" feature:
Stories of precisely 12 words (plus ONE word for the title). Risqué, but not lewd. Funny, but not silly. Intelligent, but not elitist.  Ideally, all three qualities together, but not necessarily.

By submitting your entry, you agree to comply with, and be bound by the following Official Rules:

1. Use our submission manager.
2. Unlimited number of submissions per reading period but they have to  be submitted separately.
3. Submissions that violate these rules will be automatically disqualified.
4. We will select the three best entries every month and post them on our Website. We will acquire First North American Serial Rights. All of the selected entries will be printed in our semi-annual print issue. The author of the top entry will get one copy of the print issue and $10. There is no payment for any other entry. The rights will revert to the author after the printing of the print issue, but you have to acknowledge Vestal Review in all subsequent publications. The decision of the editors is final.
5. We will reply only to accepted submissions. Please do not query about the status.

Example:

Busy-Body

Mornings: dreams. Days: work. Evenings: parties. Nights: sex. Too busy to die.

Copyright © 2009 Mark Budman



Image Copyright © 2010 Jeremy Mayer

October 2009 Selection:

Dominatrix

She drinks to get in the mood. He drinks to survive it.

Alan Stewart Carl


Respect

It was always about her face, until she turned and walked away.

Ben Loory



Paroxysms

Sideways glances. So many years. So much lost. Lust over me, please.

Becky Povich


November 2009 Selection:

Stockings

Empty. Hanging from the shower rod begging for entry of your legs.

Diane Bechtler


Salacious
Sensuous strip. Scandalous silk slithers. Slick skin swaps sweat. Satiated, sin sleeps.

Kerry S. Linfoot Ph.D.

Leaving

This close her tears have the same fragile curve as her ass.

Zack Wentz

January 2010 Selection:

Opposites
She was beautiful, sexy, made of antimatter. Best bang of my life.

Jonathan Pinnock

Quick


Rain.  Nowhere to go.  Holding hands, our wet palms made sucking noises.

David Bruzina
Bitter
 
He blustered into my life like winter's outburst. I blew him back.

Becky Povich

April 2010 Selection:

Blowhard

He wanted a woman who wouldn’t talk back. $49.95, pump not included.

Anatole Karpovs



Adorable

Through the thin fabric luscious mounds grind to the rhythm of ecstasy.

Timothy Marshal-Nichols



Laundry

You think your secrets are safe, sweetheart? Dirty clothes gossip. Stains squeal.

Jann Everard


May 2010 Selection:


Afterwords

Her body echoes off the walls, leaves a whisper of her scent.

Jerry Kraft


Sleepover

Neighbors hear everything.  Who cares?  The kids are gone; so are inhibitions. 

Dan Rako

Compatibility

He'd do anything to be inside her. Even fake his blood type.

R. Gatwood



June 2010 Selection:

Removed in November 2011 per author's request

Fetish

Pretty obvious, the way he carried that glass slipper across the
kingdom.
 
R. Gatwood
Foreplay
 
A thumb running all the way down my naked spine, unzipping me.

Barbara Neu

August 2010 Selection
Club

She smiled, offered her hand, then whispered, "I enjoy meeting new members."

Leslie Colvin
Braggart

I came, I saw, I conquered. But not always in that order.
Paul Hargreaves



Spider

Legs like a spider straddle him. She wraps him up for later.

Walter Campbell

September 2010 Selection

Insecticide

Like a praying mantis, I wanted her, but she only wanted dinner.

Rick Murphy

Juicy

 Breakfast in Bed. Her breasts, round and sun-kissed. Freshly squeezed.

Shannon Connor Winward



TBD

December 2010 Selection

Wet

As the soaking rain defined her curves, his umbrella unexpectedly popped open.

Meg Schadl 


Spot

If I’d met you first, he’d be on a leash, not you.

Lily Mack


Departure

My lips part, my legs part, awaiting youwhy must we part?

Lily Mack


        March 2011 Selection

Lilly

Little licks linger longer lately, lusting lovely liquors like lubricating lonely losers.

Stevie Cenko



Divorce

She left because she couldn’t soften his heart or harden his head.

Marie Anderson


First

She’d always remember her first, no matter how many lasts there were.

Rebecca Lake


May 2011 Selection

Without

Her low cut evening dress was very revealing, especially on the floor.

Jerry Popp


Mango

Peeled slowly, sopping flesh swallowed, sucked its seed with twitching, wet lips.

Jacquelyne Kibler


Scent

Years later, I still sleep alone, dressed only in your worn undershirt.

Olivia Kate Cerrone

July 2011 Selection

Serial

We came together, but I left—as always—with my knife, alone.

Laurence Pittinger
Terrain

With her, I climb to new heights. I see I prefer valleys.

AJ Atwater


Unbuttoned

Lust is pulling free a loose button. Love is sewing it back.

Philip Tinkler




October 2011 Selection

Dirty

I stole Mister Clean’s other earring. Ever since, I’ve been very dirty.

Steven Stark


Vulnerable

My naked is so naked when touching your naked in naked darkness.

Sarah Gelfand


Portents

Sensuous images titillate her sleep, the ominous moon pregnant in the sky.

Peter Baltensperger




November/December 2011 Selection

Viewpoint

My romantic view of you has become distorted. Please clean your windows.

Nick Johns


Scent

What she put behind her ears always turned him on. Her legs.

Rob Smith


Split

I remember her running across the playground screaming: my first woman scorned.

Ben Atherton



Volcanic

Hot blood bubbles beneath my skin like magma, erupting whenever she blows.

Tracy Davidson


January 2012 Selection

Gynecologist

His job is weird: he looks for problems where others seek happiness.

Farida Samerkhanova


Capitalism

He kept her undies. She kept his wallet. A bargain of keepers.

Beverly Jackson


He Saw Her From Across the Bar

They met like two cars braking at an intersection: almost an accident.

Jeffrey Bakkensen


February 2012 Selection

Seasonal

It was a May–December romance. She’d shake to music. He’d shake. Bruce Harris

Western

He had a big gun and she had a cozy little holster.

Paul Germano


September 2012 Selection
Sparks

Forty years married. Five kids. Sparks still fly. But powder won’t ignite.

Don Magin

February 2013 Selection

Clone

He said it wasn’t cheating if she was essentially the same person.

Dan Moreau


March 2013 Selection

Polyamory

He adored his girlfriend and boyfriend. They always helped him get bi. 

Jason Matthews


August 2013 Selection

Mole

Twins used me, thought I was fooled, but I recognized a mole.

Peter Mehren


December 2013 Selection

Inscription

His tongue paints words where she can't read them: "Abandon all hope."

R. Gatwood

February 2014 Selection

Cartographer

Her lips judiciously mapped my face like a cartographer in red heels.

John Goforth

                                   

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