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(A one year subscription to Sex-Writer.com) Eater of the Lotus Blossom By Clete Holabird In the grip of spring fever, Susan led me to a wildflower field: thousands of blossoms in aureole reds and vagina pinks. I stripped Susan to her golden skin and laid her among her sisters. Her black eyes flashed as I separated labial petals and devoured her nectar. I suckled her sprouting pistil until she bloomed. My stamen planted indisde her, I rooted Susan to the hillside with my thrusts, striping her back and bottom with grassy green streaks. I withdrew, slick with her dew and rained my seed upon her valley. Sunlight nourished us; soon we'd flower again. ($25.00 worth of goodies from Cool Stuff For Writers) No One Said Anything By Betty Dobson His fingers play over your skin, gentle yet insistent, eroding your will as surely as the spring rain erodes the last remains of winter. A shiver runs through you as his fingers find the small of your back. His breath whispers through a stray wisp of hair by your ear. His voice delivers the soft threat of intimacy. The ceiling groans as if it mignt blow away and let the rain in. Damp skin surrounds you until you feel you might drown. No one said anything about love. (A subsciption to The Gila Queen Guide to Markets) Blooms By Alan Black Big, bright blossoms of red, yellow, pink and purple dance on her white cotton dress. She spins in the wild meadow grass, the massive flowers floating past my dazzled eyes. A warm breeze folds the cotton against her, wrapping her convexities in giant, colorful petals. New season promises shine in her eyes. She beckons. A smile tugs at her mouth, she tugs at a shoulder strap. A strawberry-dimpled nipple peeks out from he falling, crumpling sun-yellow blossom. At my whisper-kiss on her bare, golden shoulder, the entire bouquet slips to the earth. Naked in bright spring sunshine, she blooms. (A one month subscription to Sex-Writer.com) "Oh, Give us Pleasure in the Orchard White" By L.M. Coull There is something falling on my body; petals, rain, kisses, I am unsure of which. The feeling of sun that burned across my bared breast all afternoon is gradually overtaken by the sighing, amber evening, and I will not open my eyes to see whether it is you or one of the night's gentle ghosts that touches me now. Instead, I open my legs wider for my visitor, making the sky blush. I hope you are smiling, whether or not you are with me. By Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz Ryan sprays me with water till my top clings to my naked breasts. A wet t-shirt contest tonight at the local college pub. First prize is spring break in Cancun. "Judges want this?" Ryan nods. "And erect nipples." He rolls one gently between a finger and thumb. A moan escapes me. "You like that?" Ryan teases. "This is even better," he says. He leans forward, nips the dark bud through the material with his teeth. His hands slip beneath. I arch my back. I'm not sure we'll make the contest. No matter; I'm still smiling like a winner. By August MacGregor April raindrops began to spot the patio table and book, sending him scurrying inside to deposit the rain-flecked Canterbury Tales. His return found her dancing - April showers piercing the drought of her clothes - and he joined to twirl and laugh before an audience of bowing daffodils. Later, they sloshed inside and shed dripping clothes. He hoisted her to tabletop; a platter of earthly delights. His lips and tongue sampled goosebumps. Her belly rapidly rose and fell with giggles over the Miller's wife's tale. Fittingly, he planted two lips on her moist tulip. Her tail, thankfully, was silent. By Simon Holt Above them he stood, tall against the twinkling Iowa sky. His tattered hat shaded black-button eyes against the equinox moon. He waited as they knelt, just as they had this same night last year. Josh looked up, licking salty tears from his eyes. "I wisch my wife had norwal titsch again," he moaned. Betty sat back, swollen udders resting heavy on her thighs. "I also take back last year's wish. His tongue need not reach to my innermost joys." Josh pulled Betty to her feet and they turned away. A ruby glint seemed to wink from tunder the scarecrow's hat. |
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