Erotic Review Magazine

The Stag and the Daughter

by Nick Kennedy / 18th February 2014

Héctor shunted a large cast-iron stag through the doorway. He had walked it in a series of hernia-bulging stages from his villa on the other side of the botanical garden; cutting through the garden had been a mistake – too many winding paths, too few benches – but he hadn’t wanted to be seen by his wife (she’d know about the lover) or the lover (she’d know about the surprise). The lover was Carmen, an idle, yet graceful, woman who passed her days flouncing between the two rooms – bedroom and living room – on the top floor of her house, drifting from one world of cloying pale pink anaglypta to the other.

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The Art of Losing

by LaShonda Katrice Barnett / 11th February 2014

It’s cold on the street in March at two a.m. in New England. We closed the bar down — a hoot since neither of us is the kind of woman who closes down a bar. Drunk or not, passersby stare. Even in 2013 in a college town, a black woman and a white woman laughing this intimately are unusual.

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Six Poems

by Peter Rawlings / 28th January 2014

Her Mouth// It is sister to disgust,// the turn of a spatula in the gut,// a pulsed blow to the brain,// all this kissing.// It is like exchanging dirty underthings.

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To His Coy Mz

by Terry Jones / 24th January 2014

Had we a stable space-time, Mz,// This long postponement were no fuss:// As flat geometry will tell// Our world-lines would run parallel;// Then I’d take with timeless care// The spectra of your every hair// And like the stable stars above// Have no half-life to my love.

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Shallow Sleeps

by Elizabeth Gardner / 20th January 2014

This darkness inside comes and goes. I never see. I sometimes hear but I cannot speak. I sometimes feel but I cannot move. And the burden of consciousness when it comes offers no relief. I have my memories, up to but not including the accident, and sometimes they help me pass the time. But a cold terror always dismantles my musings and replaces them with an empty cocaine clarity.

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FOUR POEMS

by Miguel Cullen / 8th January 2014

Thrash; Space Oddity; ÷ Double Loop; A Town Called Malice

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GREEK MASSAGE

by Danielle Schloss / 6th January 2014

Veronica was staying there for the latter end of the season, invited by friends of friends to house sit. She spent her days swimming and reading, flopping from her bed to the pool and back again, her skin turning slowly from city grey to rejuvenated white, as she relaxed, then from white to pink, as the sun’s rays spread into her, warming her to her core. She was feeling better than when she arrived, but still desolate as yet another relationship had fallen apart. The villa allowed her to live naked, a timid Eve in an empty garden devoid of fig and apple trees, or even snakes, for that matter.

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When it gets hot in Tehran

by Ali May / 20th November 2013

The first time I had sex was on a bus. It was when streets were narrower in Tehran but summers just as hot. City buses were imported second-hand from Germany and Hungary. Their interiors were refurbished to last a little longer, but new seats, made of metal frames and foam cushions covered with cheap, artificial leather, were not strong enough to tolerate vandalism. The seats could be red or blue or green, but the colour didn’t make a huge difference in giving passengers a pleasant experience. They were so worn you could feel the frames underneath. The covers were either jammed with so much foam, so hard that it felt you sat on a millstone, or the cushions seemed so thin that their existence didn’t make much difference; they were ripped and you could see the insides.

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Miscegeny

by Malachi O'Doherty / 31st October 2013

Captain Idries Bates sprayed a little top-up of libido suppressant under his tongue before going in to meet the Quing. All of the Earthmen he had brought here were obliged to dose themselves morning and night but he thought he wouldn’t be facing this meeting if they had obeyed. “The majesty will see you now,” said an attendant offering to escort him to the door. The creature was unremarkable, about seven foot tall with four breasts and a tail. A parthenogenetic species had no need for distinctive appearance. But the Quing was different from the uniform masses. It was about four times the size of other Zy Ren. Apart from that, the breasts were shaped much like humanoid breasts all over the universe. Captain Bates had entered a career in space travel expecting to find diversity and now realised that conscious life everywhere expressed itself in predictable manifestations. The vertical biped was one of the most common. The Quing hummed alluringly. All Zy Ren hummed alluringly; that was a big part of the problem. “You have a problem?” The Quing stroked its inner thigh as if heightened sensual self pleasuring was as instinctive as was basic grooming to an Earthling. “We both have a problem,” said Bates, “as I see it.” “Explain,” it said, edging closer to him.

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Park Antics

by Danielle Schloss / 9th September 2013

Jorge, a young Spanish jogger, paced himself to the song. 'Lady P, Lady P, Lady P, Lady P…' he hummed in his mind, listening to McCartney’s song on his iPod. He had learnt that it was in fact 'Let it be' since his English had improved, but he rather preferred his own version with a mysterious Lady P, so still mouthed it as he had when he had first heard the song, some years ago. The park was dark and he enjoyed the solitary act every evening. It was a ritual of his, a cleansing of his soul after a hard day’s trading in the financial markets. All things considered, he was happy to have a job in a cushy office with high pay in a country that was stable politically and had a low unemployment rate. His salary supported not only him, but also his parents back in Spain and his sister who was still studying. He had every reason to be pleased. He had for the first time met his new neighbor, a strikingly beautiful Russian girl, Ivanka, who had just moved into the flat opposite his own.

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