by Dewey L. Yeatts

Glory, Glory

Frank loves glory holes. What he gets when he tries a “discount” location, spirals into blood and madness.

THIS IS WHAT YOU get when you use a discount glory hole.

Frank loved glory holes and was hooked into a network on the dark web, which provided locations where the service was available and the best times to go there.

He should have been wary to go into the one that unexpectedly popped up a few miles from hi READ MORE...

by Mr.LQ

Clean

Only filth purifies.

PART ONE – BASEMENT GOSPEL

My body was trash before I had words for it. In our house, trash was holy. It fed the worm god long before I knew its name.

The first time I saw my grandfather smile, his mouth was full of my shit.

by Kalina Ann

Between Her Lips

Eat what you love.

THE TOWNSFOLK LEFT JUST ENOUGH of Catherine for Emma to consume.

Emma’s tired, shaking hands hold her swollen belly as the water washes over her. The creek is a balm against the burn blisters scoring the bottoms of her feet. Her body is so heavy, so full with Catherine. She can feel her lover beneath her skin, s READ MORE...

by Tali Graves

The Passion of Lovers

Please, take me. Please, take it out.

AMELIA STOOD AT the bathroom doorframe, silently staring as Luna watched the rain pelt her bedroom window. The pale yellow of a streetlight leaked in. Luna always said there was something special about rain, the louder the better—the more it kept her mind from wandering into awful places.

Wrapped in her scarlet ba READ MORE...

by J. Rocky Colavito

Tootle-EWWWWW!

Smelling it dealt the death blow.

THE PRESSURE ON HIS SPHINCTER was overwhelming, and Branch was just about to risk a charge of indecent exposure. He knew he’d fucked up horribly when he grabbed the bag of tacos from a regional chain that he’d never heard of. They had tasted all right going down, but they settled funny in his stomach and started talking READ MORE...

by Nora B. Peevy

The Living Ouija Board

Don’t ever steal from your coven or you just might end up giving more than you ever imagined possible as penance.

THE WITCH HAD no muscle left on her bones, and her skin hung in crepey ribbons from the underarms of her black sundress. The High Priestess smelled like sage and musky dragon’s blood—if you got close to her, which Melinda didn’t want to be.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself before I exact your punish READ MORE...

by James Patrick Riser

Fuck Me Like a Zombie

Do zombies fuck?

SHE SAID IT SUDDENLY as they watched the herd of zombies shuffle down the street, three stories down, from their apartment window. This was the second lockdown Billy had experienced in his lifetime. During the first lockdown, Viola and Billy tried anal, which Billy thought he would like. Viola refused to use lube on the READ MORE...

by M.G. Phillips

The Mirror Trap

In a world of illusions, the deadliest trap is the one reflecting your own worst sins.

THE HEAVY, RHYTHMIC TICKING of the hallway grandfather clock was the only sound in Elias’s immaculate, white-tiled bathroom. A sterile sanctuary, smelling of clove oil and high-grade antiseptic.

Elias stood before the mirror, his reflection blurred by a thin film of steam. He ran a tongue—smooth and unimpeded— READ MORE...

by Christopher Ridge

Yums Yums

Sure is Yums Yums.

IT WASN’T EASY EATING a human head.

Bone crunching. Brain squishing. He managed though.

Of course, he didn’t start out with that level of skill. He had to work up to it.

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John Riley was born with a vicious appetite. From day one, his aptitude for consumpti READ MORE...

by Ricardo D. Rebelo

Gunkgina

She’ll drain you dry. Every last drop.

BEREND BOTHA HAD HEARD tales in Sol Del Mar Country Club’s bar about a creature that could milk a man completely of cum.

“The beast would use its vagina and tail to manipulate the prostate, and once it’s latched, the beast does not let go until the man is spent,” the man said across from Botha.

Clyde B READ MORE...

by Jake Kolasa

Bob

His cooking is the shit.

HE WAS LIKE OUR very own AI-generated human. No matter how hard you tried, you could never tell how many fat rolls were on his body. You just kept counting, and they would keep going, going, going. All of them were covered in hairs and warts, and his skin wobbled back and forth, like every time you looked at him you were on READ MORE...

by Alexander Hay

Gong Sau

A fighting style that really is too deadly for the streets.

BLOOD SPEWED OUT of my master’s mouth as the tramp smashed a dirty foot into his jaw. Master fell to the ground, hard, with a nasty crunch. The horrible mauve bruise spread across his face, coated in the filth from the kick that nearly killed him.

He somehow managed to haul his broken body to its feet. Drenched wit READ MORE...

by Zoltán Komor

The Death of a Fisting Grease Fakir

When Dad keeps it greasy...

I WAS NEVER PARTICULARLY proud of the fact that my father, whenever he could, wallowed in silicone-based lubricant scraped out of other people’s asses. My mother probably wasn’t proud either—that’s why she left him. Of course, she left me behind as well, while I was still an infant, before I had spoken my first word READ MORE...

by Lindsey Beth Goddard

Misophonia

When a roommate is so noisy, only death can silence him.

IT’S NOT ALL SOUNDS THAT trigger my anxiety. Some sounds relax me. Like the steady drip, drip, drip of the old man’s blood on the floor beside me. It comforts me, because it assures me his daily assault on my eardrums is finally over. Forever.

I don’t think I expected too much of t READ MORE...

by Benjamin Kardos

The Tale of Shitty Zitty

Acne can be torture.

THE BED SHEETS WERE saturated with blood. They stuck to his skin like glue as he rolled on his side. Rising out of bed, he pulled the covers back.

“Shit,” he said.

The bleeding was worse than ever. His bed looked like a murder scene. The stains were everywhere. The sheets hadn't been changed in months. READ MORE...

by B Muraca

Always Cook Your Nuts

When you’re in someone’s house you’ve never been to, don’t try their snacks. You can’t trust strangers.

SALLY AND HER FRIENDS were stranded on the road next to the woods. She was with Tara, Bobby, and Clyde. Since twilight, they had gotten caught in traffic on the highway before hitting the exit. A one-hour trip turned into three.

“I’m telling you guys that’s not going to work,” Tara said. She watched as the gu READ MORE...