WINTER 1997-98 ISSUE
From a foreign correspondent:
REYKJAVIK, Oct 9 (AFP) - Male organs from all 31 mammals found on the island of Iceland and its coasts are on permanent display in a new phallus museum that opened its doors to the public in Reykjavik in August...
Exquisite Corpse
Poppy Z. Brite
Simon-Schuster, New York, 240 pages
by Guillermo Bosch
One of the most striking cultural ironies of America in the 90s is the total irrelevance of our so called moral debate...
I could tell you all the story of my breasts, I'd be less embarrassed to talk about them, if I had your hand entwined around mine complementing my courage...
cobweb years
by Therica
Chapter One: Tho' I Don't Know Many Words of Praise.
I remembered the words from my childhood..."Forgive me Father, for I have sinned". But then they ask you that.."how long has it been since your last confession?"...question.
It had been so long since my last confession, that I didn't really know where to start...
The cedar beamed teahouse was a rectangle with the long end running East-West and the entrance at the eastern end of the southern wall. The rice paper walls glowed from within, lit by the small charcoal brazier that was positioned in the center of the room. The structure would be known as a 12 tatami sized space, the floor covering laid out in two rows of four squares.
I followed Tory through the entrance and stopped her on the only wood section of the floor...
She pulled into the restaurant parking lot at the designated time in the designated town. Noon, lunch, pizza, yes this was all correct. She went over the directions again and again, as was her habit.
She had parked at the far end of the parking lot as he instructed, although she found that an odd request. She supposed that as a Dom he was allowed to give odd requests...
Day 1: Jack woke up with a smile on his face. The feel of Mitzi's lips around his cock was right out of his deepest heartfelt fantasies as he blearily squinted down at the top of her tousled brown head...
With a highly trained patience, I inch the door open, taking care not to make the slightest sound that might disturb your rest. Dawn hasn't broken, yet, and I wanted to share a sunrise and an early breakfast with you this morning. The sky is getting lighter and making everything in the room glow softly, softening even the sharpest of edges...
I've always loved foggy nights in the fall. The secret darkness. The echoes of unseen feet, always in the distance receding faster and faster till they fade away in the night...
...walking up to you...looking into your eyes...my heart is racing...as i reach out to you...you look up into my eyes...i slide my hands around your waist...lean down as my lips softly touch yours...
Twilight's waves bath Heaven's Gate Mountain
In a fading caress of incandescence
A dim redolence in a wisp of memory...
Coolness upon the thighs
Tingling upon the flesh
Enlaced by the darkness
The heart pounds in fear...
it was there when your eyes met mine
uncontrollable,unmistakable
we didn't know then it would explode
desire all consuming...
pushing me down
knife in hand
forcing me
taking me places I'd never been...
You hold his hand while you,
having climbed half way up a hill
look back over a scene of wonder;
The light, the weather...
Flow from me, green unguent ink,
Writ joy of beautiful bodily fluid,
Love liquefied by tender thoughts,
Pour out your heart, bubble...
o my lush
my clearing
my smell of moss and wood.
I know you here, in this water's unstillable warp.
that of you which breathes in light and pull...
Did you open it...
like you opened me
with your eager tongue...
nervous.....tentative.....
glances.....desires....
closer now...
This is how I want you to come to me,
Charged, fully erect,
No diluted energy, no
Spent fluid into any other vessel...
I have bottled up my passions,
Because you have gone away from me,
I shall not think of kisses...
She stretches
herself
on a crocheted coverlet.
Her sounds
echo
your mind...