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
Year: 2011
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)
Here at Schlock HQ we thought it prudent to kick off the new decade at the very beginning. Our first quarterly of 2011 treats the theme of Prehistory, with a deliciously gaudy cover by guest artist Victor Roa and the usual mix of quality content. Schlock’s contributors have been busy exploiting the theme’s more pulpy
In which our heroine unwraps a most unwelcome and oppressive offering. You could have strung a thin ribbon right between their gazes, Millie and her Imago; they now turned towards that object which had so abruptly stunned their breath. “But”, thought Millie after all, “this box in the middle of the room is so small.”
In which our heroine, her taste having been wrongly spoken for by another’s tailor, dreadfully awaits the arrival of the most loathsome of companions. Imago could tell that Millie’s step and her tone – though not directed at his own body, at his face or at his occasional croak – gave off something different to