The Matador by Catfish McDaris

Pancho killed the bulls with flair.

Spaniard met him in Mexico City, but he was about to perform in Guadalajara. Pancho gave him directions, so Spaniard bought a ticket. Spaniard went to the matador’s dressing room after the crowd gave him two ears. There were three naked putas playing dominoes. Pancho was burying his tamale in a blonde from New Jersey. His ass was pumping like he had tabasco and tequila running through his veins. The blonde was moaning as Pancho rammed his sword up her gringa pussy. Blood covered Pancho’s boots and clothes. That’s when a puta grabbed Spaniard. He didn’t put up much of a struggle. Soon he was being sucked and fucked, and then he had a jalapeno shoved his ass. Pancho was grinning like a monkey with a boiled egg. The blonde was eating a steak. The blonde and Spaniard ended up together.

He hopes Pancho doesn’t die – he might – but don’t we all?

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BIO: Catfish McDaris won the Thelonius Monk Award in 2015. He’s been active in the small press world for 25 years. He’s working in a wig shop in a high crime area of Milwaukee.

SLEEPING WITH FISH

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