Every so often, you run across something quite beautiful. I was lucky enough to meet Karl James as @2plus2makes5 on [...]

It seems the more I post discussion blogs on writing, feelings, relationships or sex, the more emails I get from [...]

Well, I got halfway through writing a short story and realized, with the help of a friend, that it was [...]

The shoulders were about right, she thought. The height – perhaps he was an inch or two shorter – but [...]

Probing the idea of you the tongue tip of my mind traces your borders, elevations the salinity of your essence [...]

I once had a commenter accuse me of being a sex tourist because I wrote about the sex workers in [...]

Kiss me, but not absently without yearning for the touch of my lips or the scent of my skin. Touch [...]

I rarely weigh in on these sorts of discussions because, for the most part, I think people should do what [...]

under a sky the colour of asphyxia wet heat tugs at my limbs minutes are hours wanting gnaws away at [...]

Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? Hamlet, Act II, Scene 1 I wish [...]

I have to thank @quietriot_girl for prompting this post. We had a short exchange on twitter about it. She has [...]

When I was a child, my grandmother taught me the world was a kind place. And I believed her, because [...]

Pungent dried petals crushed and crumbled into my skin. My palm flat against my chest grinding the blossoms into my [...]

Read any amount of my work and you’ll notice water as a recurring theme: as a metaphor, a sensory element, [...]

This blog is going to be a bit quiet for a while because I’m traveling in Turkey and Jordan. I’ll [...]

On the cracked benches of dusty railway stations, in the populated sterility of airport lounges, termini or sanctuary, in motion [...]

Ghostly shadow mice nibble away and the edges of my perception. Their scurrying sounds bitten off consonants of words once [...]

My name is Kitty Thomas and I write what I classify as “dark literary erotica.” I appreciate Remittance Girl giving [...]

Through the branches of the tamarind trees, the light played dappled games with the surface of the pool at the [...]

I should tell you that I resisted, shouldn’t I? That when Etienne pushed me to the foot of the bed [...]