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The Best of 2014
by Ian D Smith
by J Pape
By Daddy X
Aftermath, 70's Style
Newbies and the Rules
Playing With Dolls
By Penelope Lake
It's Too Hot for Yard Work
By R.E. Buckley
It's Just a Dream
Such Things as Soldiers...
By Rose B. Thorny
The Reason for the Season
The Shampoo Girl
By Steve Isaak
By Valentine Bonnaire
Happiness was his warm gun
Year of the Snake
Flashers by R.E. Buckley
Vampire Pranks 3
It was Marcia's idea to volunteer at the blood drive; she figured we could sneak out with a case, or at least a six-pack.
The trolley was crammed, close and sticky. But she shone with her own light among the rush-hour passengers. For eight weeks she'd made his necessary excursion bearable.
The Stonecutter's Tribute
He ran his palm over the gentle slopes he knew so well, the polished granite as smooth as her skin, yet never as yielding. Cold to the touch, indifferently cold. He could recreate her shapes, nuances in those shapes, but not her heat.
Nile Be Seeing You
The naked concubine wept kohl-streaked tears upon the sarcophagus. This was no honor—it was a nightmare. Soon the tiny lamps would flicker out and the darkness would devour her.
How long could she live in this stone womb? Food left for pharaoh's journey would rot soon; she would rot slowly. Best to find a weapon while there was still light and end her ordeal.
The torch fell out of the blackness above, then ropes, and then men, who efficiently set about looting the tomb. Their leader caressed her breast; she smiled.
"Whacha got there, boss?"
"Hmm, real treasure."
Weird County: She Let Herself Go
He said it in front of their friends. "Look at the way she's let herself go."
As if his belly didn't spill over his belt, fed by the beer that fermented in his gut until it exploded out his ass, jolting her from sleep, making her gag.
In the shower that night, she cried. "I let myself go?"
She asked to die under that scalding water, to dissolve and trickle away. The water had other ideas.
A woman, sexy and vibrant, emerged from the swaddling steam. She looked upon her loutish husband one last time. Then—she let herself go.
Bachelor Party Bombshell
The room went nuts when the girl popped out of the cake—naked except for those strategic dollops of whipped cream. The groom-to-be stepped up to claim a taste.
George pushed him aside.
"Oh, God! Honey, I can explain—I was just trying to make a few dollars to tide us over—money's been so tight since the baby was born ..."
George scooped his bride into his arms and carried her toward the door.
"Hey! What's the idea?" the groom demanded.
George strode defiantly past the outraged guests. "I'm taking my cake—and I'm gonna eat her too!"
"Oh, god! It's you."
"Do you like it?"
"It's—it's ... who sketched it?"
"You don't like it."
"No, it's beautiful. It's just— nude."
"I wanted to give you something special ..."
"What do these initials stand for in the corner?"
"It's the artist, okay? He was a perfect gentleman and..."
"I love it."
"You really do?"
"I'm gonna hang it in the office."
"Huh? But, honey, do you think ..."
"It's so erotic. Yes, the office ..."
"Well, anyone could see it there. This is just for you ..."
"That's right, just for me."
"What? Are you nuts?"
"C'mon, I'm wired."
"Let your boyfriend spank you."
"He broke our date. I'm climbing the walls ... c'mon, spank me."
"I don't hit girls."
"It's not the same as hitting ..."
"Forget it. Besides, I'm your roommate, not some fill-in when Stevie can't come by to play."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to feel that way. Anyway, Steve's a jerk."
"He's your jerk ..."
"Not after tonight. So, whad'ya say, wanna see me in socks ... just socks?"
"After a whole year ... never peeking?"
"'Bout time ... don't you think?"
Panic! Who is she? How'd she get here? Did I fuck her? I reach under the covers. No rubber. How could I be so stupid?
Her eyes open, sleepy morning brown. "Hi"
"Hi. I—uh ..."
"Trying to remember my name?"
"Didn't get a chance to tell you. You were busy saving my honor."
"Huh? I did?"
"You pulled those two guys off me and shouted, 'Unhand yon maiden, scoundrels!'"
"So I helped you home and put you to bed. I owed you that much. You were too wasted to screw."
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