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American Dream Serialization (Early Chapters)
Introduction to Jim Chaffee's Studies in Mathematical Pornography by Maurice Stoker
Introduction to Jim Chaffee's Studies in Mathematical Pornography by Tom Bradley
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: American Dream Title Page by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 1 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 2 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 3 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 4 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 5 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 6 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 7 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 8 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 9 by Jim Chaffee
01-04-2014
Hastini by Rudy Ravindra
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 5 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
01-01-2014
Unexpected Pastures by Kim Farleigh
10-01-2013
Nonviolence by Jim Courter
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 4 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
07-01-2013
The Poet Laureate of Greenville by Al Po
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part VI by Thor Garcia
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 3 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
04-01-2013
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part V by Thor Garcia
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part IV by Thor Garcia
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 2 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
01-01-2013
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part I by Thor Garcia
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part II by Thor Garcia
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part III by Thor Garcia
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 1 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
10-01-2012
DADDY KNOWS WORST: Clown Cowers as Father Flounders! by Thor Garcia
RESURRECTON: Excerpt from Breakfast at Midnight by Louis Armand
Review of The Volcker Virus (Donald Strauss) by Kane X Faucher: Excerpt from the forthcoming Infinite Grey by Kane X Faucher
01-07-2012
Little Red Light by Suvi Mahonen and Luke Waldrip
TEXECUTION: Klown Konfab as Killer Kroaked! by Thor Garcia
Miranda's Poop by Jimmy Grist
Paul Fabulan by Kane X Faucher: Excerpt from the forthcoming Infinite Grey by Kane X Faucher
01-04-2012
Operation Scumbag by Thor Garcia
Take-Out Dick by Holly Day
Patience by Ward Webb
The Moon Hides Behind a Cloud by Barrie Darke
The Golden Limo of Slipback City by Ken Valenti
01-01-2012
Chapter from The Infinite Atrocity by Kane X. Faucher
Support the Troops By Giving Them Posthumous Boners by Tom Bradley
01-10-2011
When Good Pistols Do Bad Things by Kurt Mueller
Corporate Strategies by Bruce Douglas Reeves
The Dead Sea by Kim Farleigh
The Perfect Knot by Ernest Alanki
Girlish by Bob Bartholomew
01-07-2011
The Little Ganges by Joshua Willey
The Invisible World: René Magritte by Nick Bertelson
Honk for Jesus by Mitchell Waldman
01-04-2011
Red's Dead by Eli Richardson
The Memphis Showdown by Gabriel Ricard
Someday Man by John Grochalski
01-01-2011
I Was a Teenage Rent-a-Frankenstein by Tom Bradley
Only Love Can Break Your Heart by Fred Bubbers
10-01-2010
Believe in These Men by Adam Greenfield
The Magnus Effect by Robert Edward Sullivan
Performance Piece by Jim Chaffee
07-01-2010
Injustice for All by D. E. Fredd
The Polysyllogistic Curse by Gary J. Shipley
How It's Done by Anjoli Roy
Ghost Dance by Connor Caddigan
Two in a Van by Pavlo Kravchenko
04-01-2010
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
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By Anya Wassenberg

Heraclitus

Her face is nearly perfect—brows a nice, clean arch over heavily shadowed green eyes, lips sharply defined in a dark red. Just a little loose powder, that's all she needs, for that matte finish the camera loves. I stare at her for a few seconds more before reaching into the vanity drawer to shuffle around for the compact. Translucent finishing powder, ivory. I handle the little brush deftly, almost without thinking, applying a thin layer of dust over all the other paint.

"What time is it?" I call over my shoulder, and Marty answers me from downstairs.

"Quarter to."

I'm right on schedule. Now back to the mirror. Her face is ready and the hair that frames it looks good too, long and blonde, tumbling over my shoulders in soft waves. I give her a wink, this girl in the mirror. No worries, Blondie. You look great!

"He's here," Marty calls up from the bottom of the stairs, "at least, I think that's him."

My heels click across the floor of the hallway quickly to the bedroom, then they're muffled by the carpet as I head for the window. A black BMW with New York plates pulls up across the street. I watch as he parks, then gets out and fetches his equipment from the trunk; a couple of duffel bags, a couple of lights. A quick glance up and down the block, and a few curious neighbors look from the porches of this leafy residential street near the Niagara River. But they've seen this before.

"You must be Rick," and I smile with my hand outstretched. Rick takes it firmly.

"Hi," he says with a big smile back.

"Come on upstairs," and I turn to lead the way. Marty closes the French doors on the downstairs. Rick is right behind me as I climb back up with exaggerated movements.

"So," I turn to face him once we've gotten to the bedroom, "I thought this to start out," and I raise my arms a little to show, turning around so he gets the full effect, as if he hadn't already from the trip upstairs. "Short and sweet, and with all the buttons, it's good for a strip sequence, you know? Then I have lots of lingerie and stuff, different shoes, you can choose whatever you want me to wear."

"Right," says Rick, "yah. That looks great." He sorts out his cameras, sets up his lights, while I sit demurely on the bed and wait. "Ready?" he asks finally.

"Sure. Where do you want me to start?"

Rick studies me for a moment. I'm learning to recognize that look they get in their eyes - clinical, analytical. My spine arches in response, muscles tighten. I curl into an inviting shape.

Heraclitus

"That's fine," he says, "just like that."

So we begin our choreography, me twisting and gyrating on the bed, unbuttoning and shedding layers as he circles around with his camera. I'm down to lingerie; bra and panties, and stockings, all in basic black. It's always a good place to start, and it contrasts nicely with my pale skin and hair. I slip the straps from my shoulders, then unhook my bra from the back and let it slide off completely. I fall back onto the mattress, twisting my nipples between thumb and middle fingers until they harden to tiny rosebuds. My fingers skim down farther to my belly, where they push inside my panties.

Rick moves closer, and slowly I move the panties aside to expose the great prize. His eyes are big, wide open, when I pull open my lips for that first all important pink shot.

"Nice pussy," he says. "Really nice."

"Thanks." Everybody says that. I've never been sure what it means, though. "I have toys," I mention casually. "Do you want video clips too? Masturbation maybe?"

"Yah. Sure," he says, pausing for a second to stare at my nice pussy. "You do a lot of video?"