New Feature

Effective immediately, we will begin accepting submissions for our "Dirty Dozen" feature:
Stories of precisely 12 words (plus ONE word for the title).  They have to be somewhat risqué, but not X-rated. By submitting your entry, you agree to comply with, and be bound by the following Official Rules:
1. E-mail to this address.
2. Put the words "Dirty Dozen" and your last name on the subject line. PLEASE don't write anything more or anything less.
3. Paste your entry into the body of the email.
4. Up to 5 submissions per reading period submitted in separate emails.
5. Submissions that violate these rules will be automatically disqualified.
6. We will select the three best entries every month and post them on our Website. We will acquire First North American Serial Rights. All of the selected entries will be printed in our semi-annual print issue. The author of the top entry will get one copy of the print issue and $10. There is no payment for any other entry. The rights will revert to the author after the printing of the print issue, but you have to acknowledge Vestal Review in all subsequent publications. The decision of the editors is final.
7. We will reply only to accepted submissions. Please do not query about the status.


October 2009 Selection:


Dominatrix

She drinks to get in the mood. He drinks to survive it.

Alan Stewart Carl


Respect

It was always about her face, until she turned and walked away.

Ben Loory



Paroxysms

Sideways glances. So many years. So much lost. Lust over me, please.

Becky Povich


November 2009 Selection:

Stockings

Empty. Hanging from the shower rod begging for entry of your legs.

Diane Bechtler


Salacious

Sensuous strip. Scandalous silk slithers. Slick skin swaps sweat. Satiated, sin sleeps.

Kerry S. Linfoot Ph.D.

Leaving

This close her tears have the same fragile curve as her ass.

Zack Wentz


January 2010 Selection:

Opposites

She was beautiful, sexy, made of antimatter. Best bang of my life.

Jonathan Pinnock


Quick


Rain.  Nowhere to go.  Holding hands, our wet palms made sucking noises.

David Bruzina
Bitter
 
He blustered into my life like winter's outburst. I blew him back.

Becky Povich

April 2010 Selection:

Blowhard

He wanted a woman who wouldn’t talk back. $49.95, pump not included.

Anatole Karpovs



Adorable

Through the thin fabric luscious mounds grind to the rhythm of ecstasy.

Timothy Marshal-Nichols



Laundry

You think your secrets are safe, sweetheart? Dirty clothes gossip. Stains squeal.

Jann Everard


May 2010 Selection:


Afterwords

Her body echoes off the walls, leaves a whisper of her scent.

Jerry Kraft


Sleepover

Neighbors hear everything.  Who cares?  The kids are gone; so are inhibitions. 

Dan Rako