‘Juliette, Juliette. Juliette!’ Juliette came out from behind the trees, hurriedly wiping her hands on her apron. ‘What’s wrong? Did someone jump out of the bushes?’ ‘No, why should they?’ With a clean sweep of her scythe, Juliette sliced the top of the undergrowth right off. Justine shrieked as the head rolled to her feet
Month: April 2011
He was sitting in the coffee shop, his third cup of coffee – black, no sugar – getting cold, just like the previous two. He didn’t particularly like the taste of coffee. He didn’t much like coffee shops either, but he figured some sacrifices had to be made – he was going to be a
Spring is a time of fertility and rejuvenation… but that’s just a nice way of saying that everyone and everything (be it human or plant) is very much ‘up for it’. Not to be undone by the global mood, Schlock’s team decided to take advantage of it, with a week’s worth of erotic flashes. The
Illustration by Gianluca Farrugia Juliette felt her sister’s wet cunt. Ah. Dreaming of spaniels again. She wondered how long it would be before Justine lost her indefatigable innocence – 200 years on, and double that number in hymen replacements and tightness-restoration surgery (a little more sophisticated than needle-and-thread now, but based on the same principle)