Smell your sticky fingers. These jeans are becoming painful, and your sheets are wet with warmth. Bite your finger, your wrist, their lip. Bite everything. Rub anything. The weather’s making you all hot and thirsty. It’s everywhere you look, like overripe fruit. Sticky, cloying, soft and supple. Lovely and small. Big and fat. Bitter, yet sweet. You don’t know how much longer you can hold on, and you can feel it dripping everywhere. You’re starting to lose your grip.

It’s more than porn. It’s smut; the essence of filth. And the sticky juice has spilled over everything. The Cumquat is now calling for submissions.