A Rare Experience - poetry by Marina Kris
"It wasn't a lollipop or a Twinkie or a corndog / but my lips on the mouthpiece / of a three-fourths empty champagne bottle we snuck from the adult table."
Lily Lick's Love Signs - astrology
"How can you be the Zen sex guru if you can't find your Zen to begin with?"
A Rare Experience - fiction by Annabel Eastland
"I opened the book to a random page and found myself gazing down at a line drawing of a naked woman with her legs spread wide open, her pussy obscured by the heads of three men leaning in for a good look. "
The Plan - fiction by Felicity Clearwater
"Your eyes opened in surprise, and I watched them closely, as Laura came from the direction of my bedroom. She was wearing a shimmering summer dress and her feet were bare."
Treasure Trove - poetry by David Rutter
"One single drop Of your precious sex / Falls from my lips To lie Abandoned / On your taut skin"
Product Review: Tingletip - reviewed by Lily Lick
"This little device packs a pretty big punch in a very multiple orgasmic kind of way. "
Fish - Van Rijn (art) / Words by Annemarie Ryders
"I dreamed of fish, I say. I stare at the ceiling into the dim light. Tons of fish. They are unloaded on the beach. The buckets topple. Thousands of fish squirm above and beneath each other. They twitch, they thrash their tails. I am naked."
disrobing - fiction by Lady Dragonfly
"You wander naked into my bedroom where I wait for you, fully clothed, because I love the way you undress me slowly, unbuttoning button by button, unhooking hook by hook, lifting fabric and shifting things and leaving things on, then ripping them off in a moment of urgent passion as you realize that they really are in the way of your intentions."
a female thing - poetry by A. Lure
"She’s opium, an opening / of geranium petals / her hair incense sticks / her sex a bed of coals, a bowl of strawberries"
Feelings - fiction by Michael Bracken
"Perhaps Alan understands. He pauses to remove the babydoll so that I am naked and he can admire my body. I would not resist him even if I could, but I do not eat and I hardly weigh a thing, have no muscle tone and am easy to manipulate."
Three poems about cunnilingus - poetry by F. Michael LaRosa
"On these sheets is my truth of you / woman on top, man the starry eyed receptacle / his senses smothered in salted honey"
Strokes of Raw Sienna - fiction by Martha McKinley
"But had he ever acted on any of these urges...other than acting them out in our bedroom? For whatever reason, his fantasies turned me on. They were so absurd, and far from making me suspicious, when he brought them up in bed at night, I wanted to play along. I became the big-bosomed Aussie who smothered him with her tits, or the wide-assed African who yanked on his hose".
Encounter - fiction by Bluette Renard
"I am wearing heels and stockings, a short black dress which hugs my body. I am on my way to a dance. I adore women of a certain type-- this type. She is a female incarnation of James Dean. Jeans, white T-shirt, hair slicked back...a sensual curl to her lip, channeling Elvis. She's a townie. I'm a geek. I already want her."
Good Girls Don't Tease - fiction by Verity Blackthorn
""If the writing was especially titillating or if he was in a good mood, he'd spank her after this exchange. It gave her reason to reach for further depths of depravity." "
Porn on a Plane - poetry by J. Pierce
"Anonymous iPad porn / at 35,000 feet / 50 shades of / throat clearing"
All material in Clean Sheets is copyrighted
to the original authors and may not be reproduced
without permission. Violators will be prosecuted.