C.E. Hoffman’s “Sluts and Whores” Slated for Release

Past contributor C.E. Hoffman, who penned Bloom (Blowjobs) is set to release her collection of short stories February 14, 2021! Go to her website for more information. Here is an interview with the author: PL: Please start by telling us a little about yourself and how you began as an artist. C.E. Hoffman: I’ve feltContinue reading “C.E. Hoffman’s “Sluts and Whores” Slated for Release”

bathhouse [poem] by Jack Henry

it’s an exchange of glancesgestures and smiles to communicatedesire, lust, need; it’s our code of conduct,a secret language;i understand implicitly,when he looks at me; i obey,completely; without careful consideration,momentary reflection,i make my way to him;the room dark, air heavy;the smell of masculinityand desperation mixes withstrange fragrances of spiceand jasmine; and the soundsof fucking; we kissContinue reading “bathhouse [poem] by Jack Henry”

Love 1 [Poem] by Frederick Foote

I love the golden enchanted forest between your legsMy intrepid tongue, my greedy lips explorer for the hidden oreYou sigh, grow wet, creamy, explode in sweet delightsYou pull my head roughly into your gushing vaginaI grab your ass pulling you tighter to me forming an unbreakable sealLater, I lick your hairy bush, your sticky thighsContinue reading “Love 1 [Poem] by Frederick Foote”

Happy Holidays from Pink Litter!

We’ve been “virtually” silent these last few months but we’ve rededicated ourselves to the task and the honor it is to bring you the best “stuff”…whatever that happens to be. We have a great stockpile of writing that we’re working on getting out. So, we appreciate your continued interest and wish you all the bestContinue reading “Happy Holidays from Pink Litter!”

Mango Woman [Poem] by Noel Negele

Mango Woman Last time I heardbeach bar waitersand bartenderswere pulling her out of the watersnaked, in a manic state,her gorgeous pale skinbare against the blue light of the full moonand, against her will, were dressing her with their own clothesbecause her lips had turned blueand because, as they said:“We have sisters ourselves…daughters…” Manic-depressive, mad-crazy, gorgeousContinue reading “Mango Woman [Poem] by Noel Negele”