Remittance Girl

Remittance Girl is a writer of literary erotica, commonly known as smut.

Coming Together: Robert Buckley

There are few people I can point to and honestly say: ‘This person taught me how to write”. There is a good chance that you haven’t heard of Robert Buckley and, if you enjoy good erotic writing, that’s a damn shame because Bob is a masterful erotic writer with a voice like no one else.…

Rock of Ages

Did you cry for me the way I cried for him? Did you wait wretched, fretting, one moment damning me as a heartless bitch who couldn’t spare you a single kind word in a day, then melting as one sweet thought followed another, falling around your ears like water lily petals? This desperate chain and…

Skin Zipper

On certain days I go hunting for that elusive zipper that will, once found, allow me to dispense with my skin. Slough it off like a snake whose body has grown too big to move, to breath skin too tight to live in. Relieve myself of these unreliable lungs this rusty clockwork heart of nostrils…

Deserts by Interzone

My twitterfriend @Interzone_Inc is an electronic music composer from Sweden. His work is dark and abstract and ambient. He has done me the honour of setting some of my smaller flash pieces to music. These comprise part of an album called ‘Deserts‘ which is available for download free at the Interzone Inc Site. These aren’t…

Entrances and Exits

  This hiccup of manners this melting ice-knife buried in my chest I’m a cartoon mishap. Oh, look! I’m leaking through the cardboard cutout. A plywood caricature with a hole where the face should be. A photo op for lovers on jolly holidays by worn seaside resorts. How is it that I have gone from…

#Inscribe – Gogyohkas for #fuckmefriday

  stigmata of lust plumps the tissues inscribes my skin with the wretched stink of need. tattooed skin invisible verses in your fingertip’s wake embossed letters rise secrets are inscribed. the crenulations on my cerebellum Braille for the brave are inscribed by blind lovers with careful fingers. #fuckmefriday is a twitter group led by @AislingWeaver…

Dark Garden

I’m back at his doorstep. This place I’ve sworn I’ll never return to. Many times.

I feel dirty, ugly, as I ring the bell, and uglier still when he answers the door wearing nothing but a pair of baggy trousers. His feet are bare, his hair disheveled, he hasn’t shaven in a while. He’s not handsome, or well built, or even particularly well hung and, worst of all, he has a laugh that makes me cringe. I do my very best not to make him laugh.

The Spring in the Night #WankWednesday #Twitterfic

#wankwednesday was initiated by Ruby Kiddell. It’s a wonderful writing prompt for erotic writers to tweet and then post their short pieces – written specifically to encourage your hand to behave inappropriately. In the close darkness of the tiny cubicle I closed my eyes and listened to the dying cacophony out on the Sisowath Quay…

#ladypornday – Subject/Object of Desire

I wasn’t invited to contribute to #ladypornday by @rabbitwhite, but I thought I’d be obnoxious and go for it anyway. __________________________ They say one man’s meat is another man’s poison. I say I hate porn, except for the porn that gets me off. It took me a long time to begin to understand the mechanism…

The Limits of Possession

That’s how I remember you: losing it. Your dilated pupils like obsidian mirrors in the chaos of a neural storm. Dark strands of hair plastered to your forehead, wet with the sweat of your labours and the stifling heat, still smelling of the shower you took in an effort to cool down before you fucked…