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***BIO*** MATTHEW COLEMAN: An enemy of all that's sacred, and a heart breaker of low tactics, Matthew Coleman a.k.a. The Enfant Terrible relentlessly soils the internet's holiest lands and heavens with his spurts of wicked Freudian textual violence. On the prowl in films, lurking between magazine pages, lying in online ambush or breathing funny in real lifeback alleys, he's the artist your mother warned you about (with a moist glint in her eye, though). Run for your life and reputation, or for your tissue box, males and females.
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RICARDO THE RENT BOY
by Matthew Coleman
Ricardo the rent boy slithered through the city streets in his rattlesnake shoes with his footsteps echoing behind him. He was 26 and a handsome shit with slicked back oily hair and a well-tailored suit that clung to his well-defined body like a wet suit.
In Knightsbridge he stopped under a streetlight and flicked open the pearl bottle cap at the tip of his hip flask. The smell of whiskey, single malt of course, wafted up wonderfully into his nostrils. His prick and spine shook in the frightful light. Tilting his head backwards the warm liquid ran down his open throat.

Mary Bobblesworth sat in front of her ornate mirror powdering her nose. Her husband was away on business, in Tokyo, and what she didn’t know, at that exact moment, as she covered the creases in her face with Chanel foundation, was that her husband, Earl Barry Bobblesworth, was getting his creases covered by the small tartan skirt from a Japanese school girl who, from what he didn’t know, had turned 26 the previous week. A pearl cum drop broke the surface of his bottle top as he tipped his head backwards to let the young ladies liquid trickle down his open throat.

The door to Mary Bobblesworth’s bedroom swung open. Mary swung around on her stool and clutched the stretch marks to her titties that hung buoyantly from her chest, “My, my, what a pretty little boy you are,” Mary cried whilst tipping her jewel infested head backwards to let a laugh erupt from her open throat, “I’d absolute adore it if you would shake you snake at me before I sit on your face!”
Mary sent off a typhoon of titters whilst rolling her eyes around in their sockets.
Ricardo flashed her a gracious grin as his rattlesnake slithered out of its flies. Mary felt her cunt and spine shake in the lingering light. She then parted the flab of meat she called her thighs and waggled her forefinger at Ricardo who, with such dexterity and speed, dropped down onto his hands and knees. He barked like a dog before running at the old cunt, “Oh,” she simply screeched, “Open my doors of perception!”
Feb. 2007
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