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Submitted to Contest #308
{Warning: this story contains strong sexual themes and explicit descriptions of sexual acts.} Matsuri hadn’t washed her hands thoroughly enough. She could still smell the liquid desire that had leaked from within her earlier in the night when she had masturbated behind a tree. The scent of her vagina clung to her fingers and clouded her mind. She wondered if a penis had a similar scent, or if it was very much different. Maybe it was muskier. Thicker. Stronger. She hoped so. She wanted that to be the smell on her fingers: semen and the scent ...
Submitted to Contest #291
“What can a lesbian and someone who wears a fanny pack both say?” Silence from the crowd. “Just give me a second, I have to strap-on.” No laughs resounded in the crowded room. In New Blork City, the basement of the Krowne Blaza Hotel on 2nd street holds events from 5:00 PM until 1:00 AM, Monday through Sunday, excluding Thursday for no reason in particular other than the owner of the Krowne Blaza Hotel on 2nd Street hating Thursday on basic principle that need not be elaborated upon. Jazz bands played on Tuesday, but only if they were from ...
Submitted to Contest #290
The telescope was a gift from her grandparents. They were good grandparents. At eight years old she really liked barbies and the color orange, so her grandparents bought her barbies and clothes the color of oranges. At twelve years old she became obsessed with Star Wars, so her grandparents did not buy her barbies, even though at eight years old she had wanted the newest Barbie more than anything in the world. No, she was twelve by then, and did not like barbies any longer, so her grandparents bought her Star Wars VHS tapes and collectible a...
Submitted to Contest #255
My daddy had five bullets in his six shooter pistol until I was almost seventeen years of age. Just one bullet missing. One empty chamber. All six chambers in that gun used to be full, but ‘fore I was born my daddy had used one of them bullets on someone I’d never met. He liked to tell that story of the missing bullet. The story of a corrupt and evil sheriff in some town I couldn’t picture with a name that meant nothin to me. I wonder if that ‘old hound dog’ as my daddy called him, was really corrupt and really evil, or if he was just really...
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