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- 01-07-2010
- Injustice for All by D. E. Fredd
- The Polysyllogistic Curse by Gary J. Shipley
- How It's Done by Anjoli Roy
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- Two in a Van by Pavlo Kravchenko
- 01-04-2010
- Uncreated Creatures by Connor Caddigan
- Invisible by Anjoli Roy
- One of Us by Sonia Ramos Rossi
- Storyteller by Alan McCormick
- 01-01-2010
- Idolatry by Robert Smith
- P H I L E M A T O P H I L I A by Traci Chee
- They Do! by Al Po
- 10-15-2009
- Love Fwd'd On by Chris Vaughan
- The The Theft of the Magi by Gregory Anthony Schneider
- Sam Edwine Gets That All-Important Publishing Contract, and Decides What the Key Word of His Book Shall Be by Tom Bradley
- 07-01-2009
- Notes on a New Financial Year by Chris Vaughan
- The Diddling of the Immensity by Thor Garcia
- The Right Woman by Roger Castle
- 07-01-2009
- Mawlawchee by Ben Drinen
- 06-01-2009
- Successful P's by Chris Vaughan
- Excerpt from Dear Vito by Mickey Z.
- As the Song Goes by Ryan McBride
- 05-01-2009
- Menage a Deux by Hugh Fox
- Maybe I'm Stupid by Steven Schutzman
- 04-01-2009
- Americans vs. Aneurysms by Eli Richardson
- Application For The Chaparral Writers Society by John-Ivan Palmer
- 03-01-2009
- Swearing: A Bedtime Story by John Grochalski
- Excerpt from Dear Vito by Mickey Z.
- 01-01-2009
- Two Pauls by Warren Buckles
- Moments by Christopher Hart
- 12-01-2008
- The Waiting by Brian Alan Ellis
- Symphony #1: Roger Castleman by John Grochalski
- 11-01-2008
- A Splinter from the Devil's Mirror by Bryn Greenwood
- Between You and the Man-Sized Prophylactic with the Zipper by Tom Bradley
- Chief by Warren Buckles
- 09-01-2008
- Routine by Felipe de Oliveira
- Automatic Transmission by Warren Buckles
- 08-01-2008
- The Axiom of Choice by Jim Chaffee
- 07-01-2008
- A Pleasure Jaunt with One of the Sex Workers Who Don’t Exist in the People’s Republic of China by Tom Bradley
- Making the Switch by George Sparling
- 06-01-2008
- The War Prayer by Mark Twain
- 05-01-2008
- About the Dog by Robert Aqunio Dollesin
- 04-01-2008
- The Coup by Peter Schoenau
- 03-01-2008
- Art School by Zach Plague
- Consitutional Puppies by JR
- 02-01-2008
- Selection from The Vicious Circulation of Dr. Catastrope by Kane X. Faucher
- Party Pooper from Make Me by Eli Richardson
- Una Noche Perfecta para Sanguijuelas por Jim Chaffee (tr. Sonia Ramos Rossi)
- 01-01-2008
- A Night in Cameroon by Kelly Jameson
- Missile by Jason Jordan
- Full TEX Archive
MoM
By David Quinn
"Get undressed," the hooker ordered. "This ain't the best job in life," she continued, planning purposely to violate all the rules of English 101, "but I do it real good. One-hundred percent satisfaction or your money back." She paused a moment letting her promise sink in. And then to the punch line: "With me you’ll get to do what all men wanna do but can’t manage on their own."
"What I don't do," she continued, exhaling deeply. "What I don’t do at all are johns with half their clothes on. With me it's all the way or nothing."
They'd been kissing and her mouth tasted like a ball of cotton saturated in beer and cigarette butts. And that, too, was something that comes with the territory. The good thing, though, is how short the labors of love usually take.
Showing the way, she pulled her blouse over her high-cheeked head and reached behind to unfasten the black bra. "Will you help?" she asked as the seaman’s eyes hungrily took in the sight of her cleavage. Even if these johns are a little on the cautious side, once you get their blood concentrated away from their heads and south of their belts, you can do anything you want.
Working full-time hours and trying to finish a book she’s been writing two years. What’s important? Keeping up with her kid: Read to him; help him with homework; tell him you love him everyday.
The out-of-shape mate spun around his whore as her bra fell to the floor and his alcohol-inflamed lips ignited and seared one of her nipples. And then quickly the other.
"Hurry," she whispered, pushing herself out of his grasp. "Get your pants and socks off. Everything."
Again setting the example, her skirt dropped to the floor, and then she started a 3-D performance so the john could optically devour all of her in the prolonged act of stepping out of bikini underpants. Sex and seeing, for men, are like throwing gasoline on a fire.
A moment after she slid onto the unmade bed next to the Old Salt, he turned into a surfacing whale about to blow its top. There wouldn't be any foreplay here, she knew, but that was something she'd long before stopped expecting from anyone. And she was right. Crusty entered her like a wrecking ball knocking down a wall and she arched her body to make it good for him: to hear him moan and groan with pleasure.
"Ooooh!" she faked as convincingly as possible. "Tell me when," she blew in his ear like the venting of a volcano. "I wanna do it with you. Tell me when."
"Now! Now! Now!" the jaded and forever jilted Odysseus bellowed as his semen sack burst its binding.
And that's precisely when this world-weary’s Penelope fulfilled her promise: Sexual climax and the Last Voyage at the same time. "I always save the best for last," she gloated. As his body went limp on top of her, she rolled him over and in a moment completed her mission, finishing up by giving Old Crusty the best of what she had promised.
And with that simultaneous satisfaction, it was all over.
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