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Secrets erupt from eyes, sightless in ecstasy: such wrecked beauty. Dark juice pressed from delicate fruit, summer sweet. Kohl stained tears mark the creases where age will take you one day. Wipe your face and let me break you open just once more. Tweet
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I want to be your creature. Not your wife or your girlfriend or your lover or your slave or your whore. All those things are traps. Something made by someone else. A mold to fit into, pattern to conform to, role I learn the lines for, play the part of. but If I’m your...
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There was once a little girl whose father was a wicked wizard who could turn gold into dross and back again. She, of course knew nothing of this. She lived in a grand house on a grand hill, in a grand city. One day, an old man came to the house to speak to...
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I try not to bring too much of the concrete world into this blog because, for the most part it’s a place for fiction. However, this particular event has been on my mind for a long time – burning holes in my stomach, like a slumbering coal. I caught this video again, on @jojinbo‘s...
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The very lovely and talented CD Christian suggested that an interesting ‘moral of the story’ for a fable, parable or fairytale would be: “Don’t let someone take and eat your heart.” I thought it had so many possibilities both literal and metaphorical, ephemeral or visceral, liminal or concrete. So, I lay down an informal...
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I”ve received quite a number of emails and DMs on twitter asking me what the moral of the last story, Salt of the Earth, was since it read so much like a fable or a parable. Firstly, I’d like to explain a little of how the story came about. I’ve been going through a...
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Once upon a time there was a woman whose tears did not taste of salt. Of course, having tasted no one else’s tears, she had no idea this was unusual. Being fortunately born, she never had much cause to cry in self-pity, but a sad story, a poignant image or a melancholy tune could...
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Nothing stings as sweetly as the cut of your kiss, here at my throat. You decapitate me. Nothing aches as deeply as the thrust of your hips, here in the cradle of mine. You bisect me. Nothing burns as brightly as the weight of your gaze, here on the map of my skin. You...
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Erobintica has just written a blog post about Rachel Kramer Bussell’s recently published anthology Please, Sir: Stories of Female Submission. She muses on the attraction of submission and asks the writers of the various stories to comment on what their intentions and motivations were for the stories they wrote. Not only is it well...
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I’ve arrived home in time to find the most wonderful present awaiting me. Steven Hart at Erotica Revealed has reviewed my Coming Together Presents: Remittance Girl anthology. It is the sort of review that any writer would give their eye teeth for. Hugely positive and generous, it’s always nice to read a review and...
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