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Sauce*Box Winter 2000-01
Albuquerque
by anah childes
We f-cked for an hour.
Or so.
He, riding my tides. I, allowing him to dive deep into the well of me...
The Betrothed
by Terrie Relf
We've known each other for a long time, she and I. We first met when she was a small child playing alone in a tree in her backyard...
Evelyn Crying?
by Dusty Angel
Evelyn was sitting on a mattress, undressed, her face flushed and damp with tears...
Red Boots and
Blue Stones
by Sean-Thomas Farragher
Laurie, wearing nothing but her dead mind and one red leather boot, stood in front of the mirror washing her face and massaging the ends of her fingers endlessly...
Phones
by A.J. Heard
I can see you,
Lying on your bed,
Phone in hand.
As you stroke yourself...
Fragments from a
Premonition Upon the
Tide at Taiba
by JCA
The sea would glitter with wanton mirrors
as she unveiled her burnished allurements,
reflecting a figure lit by cold stars...
For You
(a vampire tale)
by Terrie Leigh Relf
You said, "I'm a lesbian woman trapped inside a man's body," while donning jeans and a Rimbaud T-shirt...
My Fantasy
by Hard Rider
Standing on the curb outside the High School, she looks like the fulfillment of a horny sixteen year-old boy's messiest wet dream.
Shauna's Heaven
by Wet
Shauna pauses outside the conference door and takes a deep breath. She has been preparing for this for several months now...
Texas Coast
by anah childes
Move freely there is nothing to be feared of"—we know this assuredly—air is here—and so blessedly free.
The Hand of God
or a Wizard
by A. J. Heard
Walking side by side
hands graze
fingers stroke...
Phallic Delight
by Savannah Skye
My feet carry me
Carry me deep into the night
Carrying my body...
How High Can
You Fly?
by Christy Wilson
Getting onto the airliner was the easy part. The difficult part was to go through eight hours of flight without a cigarette...
Confession
by Jamezzzz
Bless me father for I have sinned
It has been more than thirty years since my last confession...
Erotic Trip
by Savannah Skye
On our erotic trip
We'll be shootin' from the hip
Letting our minds slip...
I Got Your #
by A.J.Heard
Betrayal is a funny thing...
There was a time
When I dreamed of hot sex with you...
You Got Some
Nice Things From Me
by anah childes
We walked for miles. It was your neighborhood—inner Houston—Montrose Avenue. Gay bars, bookstores—I perused one, an attractive woman...
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