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This month: drugs, deflowering and daddy issues. Rate each entry below in three categories: literary merit, heat and originality. Each month's highest-ranked entry will proceed to the year-end competition.
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From Little Beauties
by Kim Addonizio
(Simon & Schuster) |
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OVERALL RATING: 6.208
 
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"Wait," Jamie says. Troy's hard-on, which was against her thigh, is nudging between her legs, nosing around, looking for a way in.
"I can't do that," she says.
"Why not?" Troy rolls away from her and lies on his back. His dick sticks straight up. He takes it in one hand and starts stroking it.
"It hardly ever gets hard on X," he says. "Look at that. Wow."
It's beautiful, she has to admit. It's beautiful not because of Troy, but because of itself. The beautiful penis. The way it curls up like a little nesting animal when it's not hard, all wrinkled and sweet. The way it gets bigger by rubbing against her, or being licked, or just being near something that excites it. How it fills with blood, or whatever it fills with, and the veins stand out, like now. It's as magic a transformation as she's ever seen: a worm turning into a hammer. A penis is an amazing thing.
"I took some Viagra," Troy says.
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"Wait," Jamie says. Troy's hard-on, which was against her thigh, is nudging between her legs, nosing around, looking for a way in.
"I can't do that," she says.
"Why not?" Troy rolls away from her and lies on his back. His dick sticks straight up. He takes it in one hand and starts stroking it.
"It hardly ever gets hard on X," he says. "Look at that. Wow."
It's beautiful, she has to admit. It's beautiful not because of Troy, but because of itself. The beautiful penis. The way it curls up like a little nesting animal when it's not hard, all wrinkled and sweet. The way it gets bigger by rubbing against her, or being licked, or just being near something that excites it. How it fills with blood, or whatever it fills with, and the veins stand out, like now. It's as magic a transformation as she's ever seen: a worm turning into a hammer. A penis is an amazing thing.
"I took some Viagra," Troy says.
"I can't do anything," Jamie says. "I just had a baby."
"Hey, that's right. I heard Kevin got you pregnant. I thought you got rid of it."
"I had it," Jamie says.
"Bummer," Troy says.
Jamie looks at him. She can't see his face very well; there's a candle flickering down below somewhere, throwing up shadows. She watches Troy play with himself. He doesn't need her. He's got drugs, he's got his loft bed, he's got his right hand.
Her breasts are swollen and aching. She's got to express some milk again.
"Want to see something cool?" she says.
"Sure." Troy's eyes have closed; he opens them.
Jamie leans over him, puts her hands around her right breast, and massages toward the nipple. She squirts a stream of milk into Troy's mouth.
"I have to go express the rest."
"Let me try sucking."
"No way." She is not about to nurse Troy. One baby is enough.
Is, in fact, too much.
"Do what you gotta do," Troy says. He lies back and starts playing with himself again.
Stella is probably awake right now, hungry and crying. She is opening and closing her little hands, turning her head from side to side, the muscles of her mouth working. Jamie's beautiful baby daughter needs her mother, and her mother is not there. Her mother is a depressive teenager, who at this moment is messed up on drugs, watching a boy she doesn't know jerk himself off. Jamie sees it very clearly: Stella is better off without her mother.
Troy reaches for her hand and closes it around himself. With his hand over hers, he keeps masturbating. Up, down, up, down.
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From Try
by Lily Burana
(St. Martin's) |
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OVERALL RATING: 8.387
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At first, he wasn't sure where to touch me, or how. I wrapped myself around him, his blue dress shirt sliding down my shoulders as my breasts disappeared under his hands. The sex flush came up on his chest and neck, pink like nothing I'd ever seen. He unzipped, and half-in, half-out of his pants, began rubbing against me. I could feel how hot he was through my cotton bikini underwear. It was agonizingly hard to resist shifting the fabric aside and taking him inside me. A guilty sweat broke out on my upper lip. I reached up with my free hand and toyed with his earlobe. "Sweet thing," I whispered. Yes. We kissed; he tasted like coffee and cream. I kept my lips right against his as the friction increased. When I whispered "daddy," a huge shudder passed through him, heavy warm spurts hitting the tails of his shirt while he was still on me.
At first, he wasn't sure where to touch me, or how. I wrapped myself around him, his blue dress shirt sliding down my shoulders as my breasts disappeared under his hands. The sex flush came up on his chest and neck, pink like nothing I'd ever seen. He unzipped, and half-in, half-out of his pants, began rubbing against me. I could feel how hot he was through my cotton bikini underwear. It was agonizingly hard to resist shifting the fabric aside and taking him inside me. A guilty sweat broke out on my upper lip. I reached up with my free hand and toyed with his earlobe. "Sweet thing," I whispered. Yes. We kissed; he tasted like coffee and cream. I kept my lips right against his as the friction increased. When I whispered "daddy," a huge shudder passed through him, heavy warm spurts hitting the tails of his shirt while he was still on me.
He was mortified to have fired off like an overheated teenager, but his loss of control aroused a sympathetic throb between my legs. I kept my knees splayed, not caring how it looked, waiting. J.W.'s fingers crept under my waistband, and he repeated what he had done the night before. I was used to coming only after endless cajoling and repositioning, and strictly solo at that, but my response to his deft hand was sharp and sudden, like it was ripped from me. I shouldn't have liked it as much as I did. I stared at him wild-eyed, then stripped off the messed shirt and pushed him onto his back so I could relieve him of his jeans.
His touch was seductive, but reciprocating brought unexpected pleasure, scent of the dark red hair down there innocent and fresh like laundry soap when he slipped off his navy briefs. I knelt, coaxing him back to hardness and bowed my head. When I had him in my mouth, he looked down at me and said, "You feel so good," with such gratitude I though I might cry. His fingers twisted in my hair, I stroked and sucked him until I felt his entire body tighten, thighs trembling as he pulsed into my mouth.
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From Cellophane
by Marie Arana
(Dial) |
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OVERALL RATING: 6.278
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Silently, he drew up her nightgown and began stroking the fine down on her thin little thighs. He ran his fingers up over her hips and onto her stomach, where he could feel the umbilicus protrude like a small stone. He felt her breasts with their small and defiant nipples, then drew his hand down between her legs. She sighed, as if all the will were rushing from her body, fleeing for life to the back wall. She began to moan, softly at first, but then as he found her wetness, her voice grew more resonant, louder. "Shh, Marcelita," he whispered, and quickly began to fumble with the string that tied his pajama bottoms. But she didn't stop moaning. Never could he have imagined such sounds from so diminutive a body. In the half-light he could see her finger now vigorously working her own sex; and her voice was rising steadily, like the noon whistle at Mr. Meiggs's sugar refinery. Her body was so rigidly arched against her own ministrations that it looked as if she might break.
Don Victor was momentarily paralyzed, his throat tight with panic. He pulled his trousers closed and backed away. Against all conceivable reality, her wail grew even louder. Terrified, he rushed from the room just as the teacher exploded in high, shrill cries.
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IGNORE ME.
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From Surfing Armageddon
by George Tabb
(Soft Skull ) |
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OVERALL RATING: 6.111
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"I want you."
No one has ever said that to me. I never knew anyone could feel that way about me.
So I tell her I want her as well, and the next thing I know our tongues are pogoing, and my hands, which are beneath her back, slowly climb toward those two Mount Everests.
I touch her breasts softly at first, and Crystal lets out a small sigh in a high pitch that sounds like Heaven to me.
So I kiss her harder, and begin to rub her nipples around in tiny circles like Scott always tells me he does with "his women."
She sighs again, and then, to my shock, removes her shirt, and forces my face between the nicest boobies I've ever seen.
With my nose pressed hard against her chest, and each side of my mouth only able to inhale soft flesh, I start to suffocate.
Finally I have to pull away roughly to get some air.
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"I want you."
No one has ever said that to me. I never knew anyone could feel that way about me.
So I tell her I want her as well, and the next thing I know our tongues are pogoing, and my hands, which are beneath her back, slowly climb toward those two Mount Everests.
I touch her breasts softly at first, and Crystal lets out a small sigh in a high pitch that sounds like Heaven to me.
So I kiss her harder, and begin to rub her nipples around in tiny circles like Scott always tells me he does with "his women."
She sighs again, and then, to my shock, removes her shirt, and forces my face between the nicest boobies I've ever seen.
With my nose pressed hard against her chest, and each side of my mouth only able to inhale soft flesh, I start to suffocate.
Finally I have to pull away roughly to get some air.
"Are you okay?" coos Crystal, whose hands are busy touching and stroking my leather jacket.
"Fine," I say, not knowing what to do next.
Thankfully, she helps me.
"What do they taste like?" Crystal asks.
"Huh?" I say, totally confused.
"My boobs, what do they taste like?" she asks.
I tell her I don't know.
"Well find out, silly," and pushes my curly head into her huge mounds once more.
"Suck them," Crystal quietly whispers in my ear.
I do as I'm told, not wanting to get yelled at.
As I feel one of her hard round nipples in my mouth I suddenly start to think of my mom.
And how I used to do the same thing with her when I was a tiny baby.
She'd hold me in my favorite blue blanket, and I knew I'd never feel safer than I was right then.
As I suck harder and harder, Crystal's voice washes me away from my thoughts.
"Well?" she asks.
"Well what?" I whisper.
"My tits, do you taste the coconut?" she asks.
I wonder what in the hell she's talking about, and then she begins to explain to me that she had purchased coconut butter oil to wear out in the sun, and that most men found it very tasty.
So I told her I agreed with "most men."
Even though I couldn't taste a thing.
Except love.
The next thing I know, Crystal's let go of my Ramones jacket and has positioned her hand over my crotch.
And it's as hard as a rock.
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From One Mississippi
by Mark Childress
(Little, Brown) |
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OVERALL RATING: 7.143
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I had enough of a bone to make a definite impression, diagonally across the back of her thigh. She giggled and pulled away. I snuggled up to her, pressing it hard up against her so she could feel what she was asking for. What she was bringing on herself by coming to my bed in such a brazen manner.
I kissed her. Again. We kissed and kissed until our tongues felt like one animal.
She had that dusky strawberry taste. I mean, this was a girl who smelled fleshy and alive like ripe fruit when you were licking her neck. Her skin was hot. She scratched her ankle with the ball of her foot. That motion brought her leg firmly up into my hot swollen crotch yes BAM we have contact, Houston we have contact! There is the white cotton of my Sears Best underwear and her white cotton panties, flimsy fabric. I am just seventeen. Overflowing with terror jubilation embarrassment pure horny goatish eagerness and this sudden fierce tenderness — this hot desire to make her pay for her boldness by treating her like the bad girl she is.
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I had enough of a bone to make a definite impression, diagonally across the back of her thigh. She giggled and pulled away. I snuggled up to her, pressing it hard up against her so she could feel what she was asking for. What she was bringing on herself by coming to my bed in such a brazen manner.
I kissed her. Again. We kissed and kissed until our tongues felt like one animal.
She had that dusky strawberry taste. I mean, this was a girl who smelled fleshy and alive like ripe fruit when you were licking her neck. Her skin was hot. She scratched her ankle with the ball of her foot. That motion brought her leg firmly up into my hot swollen crotch yes BAM we have contact, Houston we have contact! There is the white cotton of my Sears Best underwear and her white cotton panties, flimsy fabric. I am just seventeen. Overflowing with terror jubilation embarrassment pure horny goatish eagerness and this sudden fierce tenderness — this hot desire to make her pay for her boldness by treating her like the bad girl she is.
Is seventeen too young to have sex? Has Arnita ever seen a hard dick?
The sight of it didn't seem to frighten her.
There's a moment when your soul just floats up out of your body, up into the air over the bed looking down at yourself. I looked upon myself curled on that girl, tugging on the cotton that kept us apart, snuggling hard against her on the narrow bed, fully intending to insinuate myself into her gently because I knew it would hurt her the first time, I read that the man has to do it quick and hard to get past that barrier — but then it was so easy OH I slid in there I think I am in there, nothing stopped me — in the grip of the most marvelous velvet hand squeezing me OH man OH OH man BAM and it's over.
That fast. I shot like a big old hot quivery cannon. Hey, I was seventeen. I managed to do IT about five seconds and then BANG BANG BANG!
I kissed her neck. We lay there sticky, breathing hard into each other's mouths.
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