"i'm Ready For My Come Shot Now, Dear"
August, 1996
They have lost an orgasm someplace. Damn. It was here a minute ago. John, the young stud, sits upright, flogging his nude eel. But he can't quite get off. There are some bricks missing from his erection, and male panic has set in. Rachel, John's wife and co-performer, is spread beneath him like a fireman's net opened to catch some falling child. And offspring it will be—an oyster baby made from spit and sperm. Precious little thing: On it depends their sexual self-image."Come for me, baby,&...
