How to Have an Affair [Story] by Pete Mladinic

How to Have an Affair I’m at my desk in the small office and Lynn is crouched under the desk sucking me off like a vacuum. The office is lit, so is the suite. Outside my locked door a few people pass by, with no idea what’s going on. It was Lynn’s idea, she didn’t think, just did

On Radishchev Street [Story] by Oleg Razumovsky

On Radishchev Street  At the beginning of the summer, in the heat, I hit the bottle. My wife, as usual, kicked me out of the house. I had absolutely no place to go. For a while I cried at the window and begged her to let me in, but then I remembered that Father gave

Beaten [Poem] by Chris Butler

Beaten Beat me out of me, beat seeds out of me, beat the skin off of me, beat the need out of me, beat me until tender meat, beat me until you’re sticky, beat me until I am sleepy, beat me until my heart ceases. Chris Butler is an illiterate poet shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut. The final two books

A Dream Above the World [Story] by Naria Burke

A Dream Above the World As I settled in and put my things on the floor, I took notice of the two gentlemen beside me. One had sandy brown hair, strong bone structure, with lots of sun kissed freckles. He was older, but he looked like he could be a male model. I noticed he

Laws of Attraction [Poem] by Larry Oakner

Laws of Attraction How can bodies still elicit sparks  when memory persists in melting time and what was shared over thirty years past be just as present in both our minds? Secreted in a wooded room, candlelit, serenaded by the shushing surf, our steaming skin still scented from  the scald of mineral springs, I silently lead you by your hand  to the table where

Going down [Poem] by Larry Oakner

Going down I called her pussy Little Scarlet for it was as red and sticky sweet as English strawberry preserves. But that patch of ruby tangle is long gone, her memory overgrown by seasons passed. But O how delicious she was!

Erotic Exchanges [Poem] by Frederick Foote

Erotic Exchanges She wrote, “Dripping with affection for your erection.” He replied, “Steeling myself in memory of your affection.” She said, “Dreaming of your deep injection.’ He penned, “Longing for your wet, warm reception.” She scribed, “Offering my openings to you without exception.” He closed with, “Here’s toasting our connubial perfection.” She added, “Here’s hoping

Spider and Fly [Story] by Ty Spencer Vossler

The next installment in the Mocha Dreams collection, we find out who is the predator and who is the prey in this erotic quickie.