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The Filthy Wound

The Filthy Wound

The first nick came with what Blanche thought was a sincere apology. She was amenable to accepting it because she was enjoying the view: him…

Enough

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He wants it to be easy. He wants it to be quick and quiet and to feel nothing but the urges of his body following…

Held, tightly.

Rosamund Queen of the Lombards, woodcut by F. Sandys (1866)

“You’re like a widow.” “Don’t be so dramatic.” “I’m not. That’s exactly what you’re like. Not a Catholic one, though – the Catholic ones are…

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The Good Shepherd – Part 3

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“They’re such fucking sods,” said Melissa, the admin for Room 237. “Such fucking, fucking sods.” Tanya hadn’t really been listening. They were walking up Oxford Street, apparently against a tide of oncoming foot traffic. Tanya loved the flow of crowds. People moved differently in crowds. Like flocks of birds, heaving…

The Good Shepherd – Part 2

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Tuesdays were known as ‘Cluster Fuck Tuesdays:’ dedicated to assessing system-identified data clusters and strategizing changes to the algorithms when the system spit out nonsensical results. For Tanya, the morning started at five with a run around Regent’s Park. When she was satisfied that her blood was pumping, she purposefully…

The Good Shepherd – Part 1

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On her knees, face buried in her folded hands, Tanya waited for the flip of the switch that would shut off her brain and engage her body. But, no matter how hard the burly stranger fucked her, it just wouldn’t come.  It was a measure of her desperation to be…