Happy Holidays from Pink Litter

As our special gift to you, a special holiday issue featuring all of the writers whose work we’ve been hanging onto far too long. I’m really sorry about that. And bam, just like that we’re all caught up. Thanks for everyone’s love and support this year, I only hope this makes things a little brighter

Erotix: Art and Interview with Bear X

Read about and be amazed by talented artist Bear X!

The Colorful World of Zoe Gold

CALLGRRRRL CADENZA twice now twice you cum hard, shaking, redfaced eyes rolled and i’m soaked my nipples the hardbrick spires on castles keeping watch for  woman waft for cunt heat  drinking in your ganja’d mouth-spit at random i love this new piercing thanks who said that? your…voice…what nobody here on my blow-up bed in a new town’s gathering dark my legs need a shave and

Coming Soon from Sleep Hazzard Press: Smoke Show by Sophia Heinecke

SPENT [Story] by Misti Rainwater-Lites

I’d spent the skirt in at least a dozen different ways since receiving it in the mail last Saturday. Did I ask for this weird surprise package with no note? I did not. My cousin, the one I can’t stand, sent it right after Christmas. We haven’t spoken in two or three years. I blocked

Since You Stopped Taking My Calls Listen To This by Misti Rainwater-Lites

I don’t hate you for giving me shit when my grandfather died. I don’t hate you for still owing me $400. I don’t hate you for the lousy sex and the no afterglow. I kind of resent you for thinking you can do better than me, for slobbering all over hot ass bitches at Facebook.

Treated Like An Object [Art] by Janne Karlsson

Pink Litter 14/8 It’s seldom a black and white world, unless you’re talking about the brilliant artwork of Janne Karlsson. Seldom do we cut to the chase either, which is the biggest turn on I can think of.  We would never dare let others treat us the way we treat ourselves… –M.R. 

CHEEROTICA [Sonnet] by Kristin Garth

Pink Litter 14/7 A virgin nerd my senior year, afraid of boys, ashamed to cheer. Routines remade in my bedroom in rolled up skirts and braids, a dad that looms. Fantasy never fades. I never wore a uniform though plaid’s a princess I adored. A home too bad for me to stay, a naked nymph