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The Best-Laid Plans
by Barry Baldwin
"Trotsky himself might have been given pause by the practical problems of introducing revolutionary ideology to a sex toy factory, which is what Sakamoto Enterprises amounted to. An X-rated Santa's grotto, with its implausible dildos and vibrators, batteries not included. The pièce-de-résistance was the fully inflatable girl doll, packaged under a variety of trade names such as Sexee Sindee."

Alexis
by Robin Rose
"At the health food store a man who’s leaving holds the door open. His dark hair is tousled, and he needs a shave, but his lips are full and pink. Smile, and Alexis shimmesrs around you. Beneath the denim skirt, summer air kisses the crotch. Squeeze and hold . . . hold, tightening the inner walls, feeling the inner itch. Invite the health food man with a toss of the head, a sparkle in the eye, but he looks away, scared."

I Awoke to Horrors!
by Edward Haven
"She ceased plying her disciplinary craft, poised motionless and silent like a reptile ready to strike! staring down at me like I was her next meal! (The image of those predatory eyes, smoldering with flames of primal cruelty and hunger, burnt forever into the tenderness of my frontal lobe!) Then she grinned lasciviously, leaned to my face, and lustily slobbered me with her liquored lips and tongue." A crone-lusts-for-boytoys tale, by Edward Haven.

Diary of a Convent Girl: A Serial
by Galloway
"Bracing one foot against the wall by the grille I continued to touch my own body, gasping for breath, my lungs fighting against the whalebone stays encircling my ribs as I watched the priest’s hands move more rapidly, jerkily, a cloudy fluid spilling over his fingertips as he began to groan in time to his motions, my own eyes rolling back as a rapture like the annunciation filled me, bursting through me, radiating outward from my center." First installment of a schoolgirls-at-the-convent serial, by Galloway.

Taboo: A Memoir, Chapter One
by Tom Hathaway
"The reactionaries view this as a great threat. They know the next and most fundamental stage of the sexual revolution is beginning, and they are trying to stop it with scare stories and punishment, just as they tried in years past against masturbation, oral sex, premarital sex, and homosexuality." Sliptongue is proud to serialize the first three chapters of Tom Hathaway's novel.

Trading Up
by R. G. Larsen
"'There is a factory incentive for another two thousand dollars off which just expired. I can have Scott rewrite the sales order and pre-date it so it looks like you bought the car a couple of days ago.' She nodded her acceptance but raised her eyebrows in question. 'The deal is you do it again for Scott right here in on the sales floor. You do it exactly as you did it last night but after we close and turn the lights down.'"

Jenny and the Big Bad Department Store
by Tara Alton
"This was ridiculous. There had to be somewhere I could try on the t-shirts in peace. I gazed around the store, my attention landing on the men’s department. It was practically deserted. There were no lines. Heck, I’ve heard of women using the men’s bathroom in a time of crises. Why not use their dressing room?"

Shades of Heaven, Degrees of Hell
by Sidney Kidd
"Such was the scene of our passion. We combined our sexual desire and a jealous rage to create our emotional masterpiece. The fluidity of her lascivious dance flowed into the horizontal tango of Death as she put to canvass this Monet of her needs. A soft translucent haze arose from her limp body. She paused to cast a smile and a seductive wink then turned and skipped across the crisp night air."

The Hitman and Ruby Moon
by William Starr Moake
"Huntley thinks he's a lady killer, but he couldn't score if his life depended on it. I ate lunch the other day at a sidewalk cafe in Waikiki, watching Huntley strike out twice with young women tourists on the beach. He has a wife back in Detroit, a real woofer who left him for a nightclub bouncer. He could do better if he combed his hair once in awhile and bathed more often."

Right Click
by D.E. Fredd
"But Regs was a right click sort of a guy. It was a world few of us beginners ever dared to explore. His right clicks brought up menus, properties, advanced tabs, micros and boxes to check and uncheck that I never imagined existed. At least once a period he froze the computer as he reconnoitered the unknown. [...] In his view teachers were the enemy; their sole function was to thwart us from finding and enjoying the many pleasures on the internet."

Crowd Pleaser (from Fire: Short Stories)
by Lisabet Sarai
"Pausing briefly, he buried his nose in her curly muff. The scent drove him wild. "Let's see you, all of you," he said softly. In one motion, he stripped her dress over her head and let it fall. It floated through the curlicues of the ornamented railing, pale in the falling dusk, and onto the street below. If anyone had been passing, the wisp of clothing would have perhaps entangled itself on his head, leading him inexorably to look up."

Beyond the Call of Duty
by Paul Jump
"And, standing on a discarded wooden box used for delivering medical supplies, I was able to see, to my utter astonishment, Beatrice sitting at the head of the bed, holding a candle in front of her perfect, naked breasts and smiling lovingly into the lieutenant’s sickly, disbelieving eyes. Ah, it was like a vision: a vision of some long forgotten saint depicted by some long forgotten Renaissance artist in a pose of holy beatitude."

To Delphine, With Love and J.D. Salinger
by William Starr Moake
"'You're making fun of me, but I know what I'm doing. Everyone wants to fuck me. It's not that I'm the most beautiful girl in the world, not even the most beautiful girl in this wretched coastal town -- just the randiest and wildest, the one who looks underage and helpless. Men love underage minge.'"

The Preacher's Wife
by R. G. Larsen
"They walked through the empty church. It had grown dark out and only streetlights shone through the stained glass windows as they went through the sanctuary and up onto the dais that held the altar. He felt the warmth from her hand. It felt good. He was afraid she'd let go. He didn't want the hand holding to end, vows or no vows. 'I come here often at night, when the church is quiet and everyone has gone home. Isn't it beautiful?'"

Borders
by Steve Mmmmm
"The man was moving slowly closer to Suzanne's bench, and with a sudden stiff motion he lowered himself onto the seat beside her. Steven tensed, ready to intercede, wondering how Suzanne would handle the unwanted intimacy of the man's intrusion. Clearly her new benchmate was aware of her arousal, for he had stood just feet away watching her out of the corner of his eye as she read."

One Boy, One Girl
by Zachary T. Vickers
"Martin’s own mother called him a monster. He had never heard her use such language and it appalled him. She hit him across the face, marched upstairs. He heard her crying from her room, objects breaking. His father kept to himself, tucked away in different rooms of the house, never speaking."

Surrender
by Alicia Night Orchid
"The first time I masturbated was with a book in one hand and my pubescent pussy in the other. I came right along with Molly Bloom and the whores in Anais Nin’s house of love. Once in college, I placed a hard copy of Lady Chatterly’s Lover, borrowed from the library, between my pantied thighs. Kneeling over it, I rocked back and forth, while the girls in the next room played Leonard Cohen’s Future."

Steel Trap Pussy
by Colleen Chen
"The expression on his face combined with his stare was making her nervous. Her voice trailed off as she gazed back at him. What was that strange, unfamiliar expression on his face? Could it be...lust? It was somehow different, though, and more intense–those flared nostrils, the way his lips were drawn back the slightest bit from his teeth–he looked almost...animal, like a panther who’d spotted his prey after a long, dry hunt. Marnie’s heart leaped wildly in her chest." A girl's-steps-to-sustain-the-interest-of-her-lover tale, by Colleen Chen.

Madman
by Amber Hipple
"Years ago we were young. I can still see vestiges of that youth in his eyes, in his generous mouth and his slightly crooked teeth. When he smiles I see the man I loved, but he threw it away. For one night with her. One indiscretion cost him everything and I wonder if he regrets it." An unpleasant reunion and violated trust tale, by Amber Hipple.

24/7 (excerpt from the novel)
by Susan DiPlacido
"He goes hard and deep, working my upper lip, lower lip, then slipping me some tongue, making my blood sing. I kiss back because suddenly I can't get enough; head dizzy, legs weak, I take hold of his sides and now I'm tugging at his waist, sliding my arms further around his back so I can press up against him. He's spectacular at it. Salty, and tangy from the booze, and bitter from the smokes and he's kissing and biting and sucking and licking all at once." Susan DiPlacido honors us with an excerpt from her novel, 24/7 (Zumaya Publications, 2005).

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