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This month: selling blood, harmonizing and a trip to the Middle East. And soon to come: Hooksexup's second annual Henry Miller Award grand-prize winner, to be selected by you. Stay tuned!
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From Killing Johnny Fry
by Walter Mosely
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OVERALL RATING: 5.949
 
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"Take off your pants," Sisypha said to Mel.
Lucy grasped my finger.
When Mel refused, his three companions descended upon him. They were very patient, almost gentle, as they took off all of his clothes; talking to him as concerned adults would to a small child.
"That's it," Sisypha said as she pulled off his T-shirt.
"That didn't hurt, did it?" Julie asked after she'd peeled off his pants and boxer shorts.
Julie and Stewart went to the sofa and began making out.
"I want to go," Mel said to Sisypha, who was holding him away from his clothes.
"Let's just watch for five minutes," Sisypha whispered. "After that, if you want to, we can leave."
Mel was confused. He wanted something from his wife and he was amazed upon seeing Stewart's massive thing.
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"Take off your pants," Sisypha said to Mel.
Lucy grasped my finger.
When Mel refused, his three companions descended upon him. They were very patient, almost gentle, as they took off all of his clothes; talking to him as concerned adults would to a small child.
"That's it," Sisypha said as she pulled off his T-shirt.
"That didn't hurt, did it?" Julie asked after she'd peeled off his pants and boxer shorts.
Julie and Stewart went to the sofa and began making out.
"I want to go," Mel said to Sisypha, who was holding him away from his clothes.
"Let's just watch for five minutes," Sisypha whispered. "After that, if you want to, we can leave."
Mel was confused. He wanted something from his wife and he was amazed upon seeing Stewart's massive thing.
Julie was on her knees before the long, hardening erection. As she licked and pulled on it, it got thicker and straighter.
Lucy was squeezing my finger and breathing loudly through her nose.
Mel became aroused and put his arm rather clumsily around his wife's neck.
As Stewart entered Julie from behind, I leaned over to kiss Lucy's neck. She kissed me full on the lips, and I stuck my tongue in her mouth.
"We can't do it," she told me between kisses. "I promised my boyfriend I wouldn't."
Julie groaned like a man through my subwoofer.
For a while I lost the thread of the film. I had worked off Lucy's gossamer blouse and pulled down her tube top. Her breasts sagged, but the thick, pink nipples were hard and upstanding. When I sucked one, a little fluid came out and into my mouth.
Lucy groaned like Julie and I looked up to see Stewart pressing his big thing into her anus.
"Look," I said to Lucy.
Her response was to take my erection out of my pants. She formed her thumb and forefinger into a snug ring for the head of my cock. She lifted the ring up and down keeping it on the head. It tickled and drove me crazy.
"Deeper," Julie cried.
"Don't touch it," Sisypha told Mel. She was pulling his hand away from his erection. "Just watch and let the excitement build."
I started bucking up and down about then.
"Do you want to come?" Lucy asked me.
"No."
She pinched the big underside vein of my penis, and I yelped in pain.
"That's what I have to do with Billy all the time," she said. "He always comes too fast."
She made her finger into a ring again while Stewart spread the cheeks of Julie's buttocks apart and she screamed. He was putting his entire thing into her and then pulling it fully out. He did that again and again, slowly.
"Have you ever done that?" Lucy asked.
I nodded because if I spoke, I knew even her pinches wouldn't stop me.
Stewart pulled his thing out of Julie and said, "Come over here," to Sisypha.
The young woman got down on her knees before him as Joelle had done with me. Almost immediately the man came in great gobs over her face, into her hair and on the floor behind her.
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From A Family Daughter
by Maile Meloy
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OVERALL RATING: 6.958
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Saffron slid a leg across his body, then sat up, straddling his hips.
"When I was seven," she said, "my mother told me that sex was the most beautiful thing that could happen between a man and a woman. Then my cousin Nell told me there was a thing called a prostitute who had sex for money. I put those facts together: The most beautiful thing that could happen between a man and a woman, and you can get paid for it. That was the job for me. I told my mother I was going to be a prostitute."
"If this is a demand for cash, I can't afford you," Jamie said.
"Wouldn't you do whatever it took?" she asked. "Pawn your watch?"
He held up the plastic band on his wrist. "It cost twenty-four dollars new."
She pulled her shirt over her head, and there were her round, honey-colored breasts, the small nipples already hard. "Would you sell your car?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. He reached for her breast, but she leaned back out of reach, which pressed her pelvis against him and stretched out her torso, the flat stomach disappearing into her jeans. He gave up on her breasts and unbuttoned the jeans, but she stopped him.
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Saffron slid a leg across his body, then sat up, straddling his hips.
"When I was seven," she said, "my mother told me that sex was the most beautiful thing that could happen between a man and a woman. Then my cousin Nell told me there was a thing called a prostitute who had sex for money. I put those facts together: The most beautiful thing that could happen between a man and a woman, and you can get paid for it. That was the job for me. I told my mother I was going to be a prostitute."
"If this is a demand for cash, I can't afford you," Jamie said.
"Wouldn't you do whatever it took?" she asked. "Pawn your watch?"
He held up the plastic band on his wrist. "It cost twenty-four dollars new."
She pulled her shirt over her head, and there were her round, honey-colored breasts, the small nipples already hard. "Would you sell your car?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. He reached for her breast, but she leaned back out of reach, which pressed her pelvis against him and stretched out her torso, the flat stomach disappearing into her jeans. He gave up on her breasts and unbuttoned the jeans, but she stopped him.
"Would you steal?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, and he thought he would.
"Would you sell your blood?"
"Ugh," he said. "But yes."
"Okay," she said brightly. "What do you want me to do?"
"Take off your jeans," he said.
She stood and peeled off her jeans and underwear down over her hips. "Like this?"
"Turn around. Let me see your ass."
She turned, and slid the jeans further, looking over her shoulder, then bent over to slide them down her legs, so that he could see the mauve asterisk of her asshole, and a hint of pink slide beneath it. She stepped out of them and turned, naked. "Now what?" she asked.
"Put a finger inside your cunt," he said.
She slid her hand down her stomach to the dark blond patch of hair and pressed her middle finger inside. "It's so wet," she said.
"Taste it."
"She put her finger in her mouth. "It's salty."
"Come here," he said. He was caught. She could say anything she wanted, be shallow and spoiled and easily bored — he couldn't blame her. He just wanted to have her. He pushed his pants off his hips so she could impale herself there on his cock; his Saffron, his whore.
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From A Lover in Palestine
by Selim Nassib
(Europa Editions) |
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OVERALL RATING: 5.000
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He felt her slide into his bed, her naked legs against his. She was wearing the pajama top that he had lent her. She pushed her head down under the covers. Her long body was nothing more than a motionless shape. Dawn was beginning to illuminate the edges of the curtains. She had turned her face to him. Her black eyes shone in the semi-darkness, as if the light were beaming from them. Albert suggested they go and make some tea. She looked at him without moving. He had tried to slip past her body. In the midst of his gesture Ada had thrown off all the covers and encircled him tightly with her arms and legs. She had incredible strength; he would never have suspected she was so muscular.
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He felt her slide into his bed, her naked legs against his. She was wearing the pajama top that he had lent her. She pushed her head down under the covers. Her long body was nothing more than a motionless shape. Dawn was beginning to illuminate the edges of the curtains. She had turned her face to him. Her black eyes shone in the semi-darkness, as if the light were beaming from them. Albert suggested they go and make some tea. She looked at him without moving. He had tried to slip past her body. In the midst of his gesture Ada had thrown off all the covers and encircled him tightly with her arms and legs. She had incredible strength; he would never have suspected she was so muscular.
The soft red smile on her face at that moment, as if she were dreaming. Albert remembers the moment she raised herself up to take off her pajama top, revealing breasts that were surprisingly full on such a slim body. He recalls the softness of their gestures, the shivering of their limbs, the velvety feel of her forbidden skin. For a long time it was soft and shivery, then suddenly Ada changed, her dry smooth body went wild. An obscure, foreign force took over, and you couldn't tell whether it was a benign one or not, it raised her up like a puppet, as if to contort her limbs. She responded with ferocious strength, letting her hips take over, opening her arms, dancing. All the demons in her belly were aroused. Albert was overwhelmed. Ada's thighs gripped like steel around his pelvis. He was a fixed point. But she was moving like an enraged mare, a wild animal, rearing above him. She was shouting as if she had to expel the nightmare inside her, to spit it out, get rid of it for good. And she was pushing, seeking, her arms reaching for the sky, her pubis desperately thrust forward and her eyes full of tears, she couldn't do it, she began over and over until at last came the final improbable spasm, the magnificent and painful culmination. Albert remembers. The first embrace was followed by more peaceable ones, and time lost all meaning. He remembers her parted lips, her irregular but patient breathing, her dark, faintly veiled eyes which would not let him go even when the pleasure was slowly imminent. They had finally managed to part:
"From now on," she had said, her voice low, "you are my Palestinian lover."
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From Ten Days in the Hills
by Jane Smiley
(Knopf) |
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OVERALL RATING: 6.303
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She emerged from the covers, which now seemed too warm, and sat up with her legs crossed. She saw him glance down at her breasts, and it was true, she was wearing a peach-colored silk chemise that she had bought on Melrose for just this sort of occasion. It had slender double strands for straps, and the front was cut narrow and loose so that it seemed to be barely clinging to her breasts, which, of course, were something she was known for, the other something being her ass. "Just a minute," she said, and she knelt up onto her hands and knees reached across the bed for the glass of water she had set on the nightstand before getting into bed. It took her a long time to reach for the glass of water, and when she had reached for it, it took her a long time to drink it, which she did while continuing to present her bare-naked buttocks for his appreciation. While she was drinking, she heard him open the drawer on his side of the bed, and then she heard the slippery, moist sound of his hand anointing what would certainly be his very nice erection with Aqua Lube...
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She emerged from the covers, which now seemed too warm, and sat up with her legs crossed. She saw him glance down at her breasts, and it was true, she was wearing a peach-colored silk chemise that she had bought on Melrose for just this sort of occasion. It had slender double strands for straps, and the front was cut narrow and loose so that it seemed to be barely clinging to her breasts, which, of course, were something she was known for, the other something being her ass. "Just a minute," she said, and she knelt up onto her hands and knees reached across the bed for the glass of water she had set on the nightstand before getting into bed. It took her a long time to reach for the glass of water, and when she had reached for it, it took her a long time to drink it, which she did while continuing to present her bare-naked buttocks for his appreciation. While she was drinking, she heard him open the drawer on his side of the bed, and then she heard the slippery, moist sound of his hand anointing what would certainly be his very nice erection with Aqua Lube. A neat and methodical person, he put the Aqua Lube bottle away and closed the drawer before kneeling up himself and introducing his prick. He went in slowly and with some difficulty at first, as if the session and all that talk of conflict had tightened her up. Then, as she felt herself be entered and filled, she also felt his hands on her hips, balancing himself and securing her. He said, "Mmm."
It was interesting, she thought, how this idea of him right behind her, his hairless muscular chest and his beard, his shoulders, arms and hands, so smoothly and easily succeeded that other image of the stars exploding. Even as he pressed his way into her and she could feel every millimeter of her vagina opening and widening around the pressure of his thrust, she could go in her mind from the thought of him to thought of the black night and the bursting stars, some close, some far away — that would be some exploding right now and some exploding long ago. She could think how much she liked to be taken without foreplay, because without foreplay she felt it more suddenly and intensely, and right afterward she could remember the waves of green and gold surging and ebbing across the land, and of course there were mountains thrusting upward, too, and, more slowly, crumbling away and thrusting upward again, and once in a while a lake would appear at sunset in the cleft of the mountains like an opal and then vanish, and then her mind would go back to him, so odd that he was named something as dull as Paul. She cried out because he delved too deep, and she pulled away from him, but he pressed against her again, and then again, until she had fallen off the perch of her hands and knees and was collapsed into the bed, and still he was pressing, pulling out, and pressing, and then he pulled out completely and reanointed himself, and then he went in fast and hard and very quickly, and they were both calling and screaming, though he was not howling in her ear as he had done once, because she told him no, under no circumstances, was he to put his mouth near her ear when she was having an orgasm, because he could damage her hearing, and for a singer that was potentially dangerous, but he was leaning back and arching upward and singing out to the rafters while she was crying, "Oh Oh O-H-h-h," and pressing her face against the pillow.
Then she rolled onto her back, and they did it again, and she kept her eyes open and paid attention to his actual physical presence, his beard, his dark eyes, his smallish nose, his thinning hair, the caramel-colored beams behind his head, and the pale stucco on the walls, and she came again, this time a shorter, deeper and warmer orgasm that was located right between her legs, unlike the outward explosion of the previous one — multiples were always like this, she should ask someone why that was. He did not come again, but he subsided with a smile after she did, and flopped onto the bed beside her, and then he opened his mouth and intoned, "OmmmmmmmmmMMMMMM," at about G flat below middle C, and she harmonized at D flat above middle C, and then he went down, to about an E, and she went up to an E, so that they sounded quite primitive, like early music, and then they ran out of breath and laughed and she said, "You can make all the noise you want and no one anywhere else in the house can hear you."
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From Blood and Silver
by Patrick Califia
(Carroll & Graf) |
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OVERALL RATING: 4.889
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When she woke up, Chambray had undressed herself, and they were naked in bed together. The smooth feel of female skin against her own automatically stirred Kat to action. She rolled over just enough to get her nose into Chambray's armpit. She smelled like tobacco, Thai spices and a clean cunt that's starting to get sexy. Kat licked all around that armpit, despite the squirming girl who had come awake around it, and descended to her breasts, snuffling and kissing, using her tongue like a big, wet sponge, while Chambray shrieked and flailed around like a mad parrot hanging upside-down from its perch. Kat kept sliding down, leaving a snail trail across Chambray's flat, brown belly, making tuba-noises by blowing into her muscular abdomen. The tip of her tongue barely grazed Chambray's clit as it divided her sex. But she didn't even slow down. By the time she reached Chambray's feet and put those wriggling toes in her mouth, sharp nails were raking down her ribs and the backs of her legs, wherever Chambray could reach. Kat turned around and sat beside her, reached between her legs.
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When she woke up, Chambray had undressed herself, and they were naked in bed together. The smooth feel of female skin against her own automatically stirred Kat to action. She rolled over just enough to get her nose into Chambray's armpit. She smelled like tobacco, Thai spices and a clean cunt that's starting to get sexy. Kat licked all around that armpit, despite the squirming girl who had come awake around it, and descended to her breasts, snuffling and kissing, using her tongue like a big, wet sponge, while Chambray shrieked and flailed around like a mad parrot hanging upside-down from its perch. Kat kept sliding down, leaving a snail trail across Chambray's flat, brown belly, making tuba-noises by blowing into her muscular abdomen. The tip of her tongue barely grazed Chambray's clit as it divided her sex. But she didn't even slow down. By the time she reached Chambray's feet and put those wriggling toes in her mouth, sharp nails were raking down her ribs and the backs of her legs, wherever Chambray could reach. Kat turned around and sat beside her, reached between her legs.
"Don't do that," Chambray moaned. She turned her face away a little. Kat wondered if she did that to make the black eye less noticeable, and had to fight off a wave of anger and nausea to continue.
"Why not, honey?"
"Damn all, are you as stupid as you are big? You saw who I went home with last night. What do you think we did, bake cookies? Woman has a right arm like a jackhammer."
Kat tut-tutted and slid one finger in. "Tell me if this hurts. Promise I won't move." Chambray did not tell her stop. So she slid in one more finger. "This isn't much of a stretch for you," she said. "Is it? Is it?"
"Nooo. Oh. No."
"So if I don't move around, if I don't push too hard, if I don't fuck you like a jackhammer, you should feel no pain. Isn't that right?"
"Oh. Oh. Oh."
Kat went up on her knees so she had more leverage. "Just want you to know I'm there, that's all. Can you tell I'm there?"
"Yesyes, yesyes."
"Wanna tell me something else? Wanna tell me if this is enough?"
"Don't — don't — don't — "
"Don't what? Don't put this finger in here, this way? Don't push up a little bit to make sure if it fits? Don't wiggle the tips of my — "
"Don't tease me you bitch, you bitch, don't make me scream it in your face, spell it out for you, be my horse, be my horse, I ride you, I ride you — on, oh — on — on — on you!"
Kat fell forward, lying across Chambray's belly, and gritted her teeth as she moved slowly but with lots of pressure, trying to give the girl what she needed without making her sorry later. It was difficult to stay in control with that silky skin rubbing against her feverish, too-sensitive body. Waves of the erotic perfume of a woman in heat kept coming up in her face, inciting her to riot in this flesh. But the tissues under the pads of Kat's fingers were swollen and abraded. No amount of lubrication could make the surface entirely smooth. Chambray threw her hips harder and harder, cussed at her, and clawed at her shoulders. Kat got a bit dizzy. Maybe this wasn't going to work. Maybe she had started something she wasn't going to be able to finish. Dammit, she didn't want to frustrate —
Then Chambray put her hand down on Kat's rump and eased two fingers between her labia. "Turn just a little, big girl," she said, and as Kat adjusted her position, she slid in.
The muscles under Kat's fingers smoothed out, the lubrication became thicker, Chambray's movements became more rhythmic and less desperate. So Kat endured the distraction of penetration, allowed it, and was just beginning to enjoy it when the girl underneath her came. So she pulled away, off the invading hand, assuming it was time to cradle the other woman and stroke the sweat from her body.
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