Remittance Girl

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

Take Me Down

Because I love you                              hold me tight                              close my eyes                              take me down. Don’t warn me                              how deep the drop                              how dark the depths                              how thin the rope. Trust in me                              to know these things                              and have chosen                              not to choose. If you want me                              jack me in                              pull the cord                              make the cut. If you love me                              don’t betray me                              with hesitation,                              take me down.    

Heat Sink

I hate the cane. I love the cane. I’ll never reconcile the paradox.

My muscles tense in apprehension. My cunt throbs and aches. I tuck my arms beneath my chest and clasp my hands together because I know I’ll instinctively try to shield my ass if I don’t, and a few angry red welts are better than a broken finger.

alliance #lostinsaigon

when I say hurt me you do but with such regret. the damage is not delicate but your intentions are. I’m training you to ugliness a vine grown into monstrous shape. you will leave me worse for wear tainted by alliance. #lostinsaigon

The Fickle Hand of Fate

When I was young, someone read me the story of Little Black Sambo. I don’t remember who read it to me, and I know it’s frightfully politically incorrect to admit to having ever even heard of the story. But I did. I don’t remember much of it, except that the protagonist was extremely clever and…

Whose Kink? Definitions and Perspectives.

In conjunction with my project Portraits of Kink, I’ve been reading and listening a great deal to other people’s opinions of what kink is. I think we can pretty well all agree that kink is whatever is kink to you. However, of course, your kink is not always recognizable to another. And within some BDSM…

#lostinsaigon – April 5th

In the hard vacuum of your departure I measure moments in heartbeats caught in amber. #gogyohka #lostinsaigon time stretches like molten glass a fine, translucent infinity that trembles and breaks #gogyohka #lostinsaigon the smell of sweat the breach of breath the slick of lust died to a second skin in the silence of sleep #lostinsaigon…

Goodbye Darkness, My Old Friend

I read today that D is taking his blog, Sadistic Excess, down. I know things change and people move on, but somehow it feels like the end of an era. Clicking though his pages, I felt a sharp pang of incipient loss. I met D more than five years ago, through his blog and a…

Portraits of Kink – A site of its Own

UPDATE: APRIL 11, 2011 : WHERE HAVE ALL THE PORTRAITS GONE? They’ve moved to a lovely new site of their own. Please visit it at www.portraitsofkink.com ___________________________     A while back, I proposed a project and asked people who saw themselves as non-vanilla if they’d be willing to answer some questions about themselves in…

D/s sans Humiliation: A Response to a Comment.

I recently got a comment on an piece of erotic fiction I wrote which I really liked because it asked a question I didn’t have a ready answer for. The story was Pleasure’s Apprentice and the comment was from Amy: Amy on April 3, 2011 at 1:20 pm I’ve read this one several times […]…

Covering Up the Disempowerment of Men

I rarely get overtly political on this blog. I have another one for that. But this is a gender issue and goes to the very heart of gender identity and what it means to be a human. What triggered my ire was this exchange between Veena Malik, a Pakistani film star and comedienne, and a…