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Sex Scene: An Anthology (Free!)

Sex Scene: an Anthology is a collection of erotic pieces written by some of the most vibrant new writers on the web. I am happily and unaccountably included in this anthology. The editor, Robert James Russell, describes the anthology thus: Sex Scene: An Anthology aims to decontextualize sex, asking the reader to look at the…

Sex Positive – A NSFW Rant

Upfront, I’ll admit it – I’m not all that visually oriented. I find language infinitely more erotic than images – probably because there is space in language for me to create my own mental imagery that suits me better.  That said, there is certainly some visual porn that turns me on. And there’s a whole…

Your Persona – Twitter Culture and Creativity

I’m slowly but surely honing down my area of interest for my PhD. I know it’s going to involve a creative project aspect and a critical piece. I’m incredibly intrigued by the possibilities of creating fiction for and on twitter. The challenge of writing on the fly, the performance art aspect of doing it real…

Chemically Sane

The drug smiles for me reptilian and affable it moves I follow The slow blink deciphers not light from dark, motion from static, marks time only out of habit The cool embrace of a limbo where distance is measured in bodily functions and solipsism This is peace: cottonmouthed mute and clamorous silence is my retreat,…

Truth Settles

Truth settles a bed sheet lightly at first but with creases then smoothed until it covers my face like a polythene bag and suddenly there is no air but truth to burn the lungs to cling and mold closer with each breath, and then affords no more. Spread it around:

#twitterotica Squeal

This was written for Alison Tyler’s “Flash Fuck Me Baby” challenge. 100 words of concupiscence. It was also tweeted live, under the hashtag #flashfuckingcontest 30 mins before it was posted: “I love it when you squeal,” he says. After he’s slid his rigid cock through the slash of my lust, coating himself slippery with my…

The Almost Woman

here lies the woman you almost had lost hated loved the one you almost threw everything away for who almost drove you off your head the fuck you almost tasted the mouth you almost kissed the nipple you almost sucked the cunt you almost lost yourself in the almost woman. Spread it around:

Purge

It comes up a relief released unmet dreams turned rancid in the heat of waiting. Jigsaw pieces of curdled desire harboured past their due date in the belly of the wrong woman. Each heave the birth of another nonviable monstrosity. The handle, cold against a sweaty palm, the mechanism gives into the banality of human…

Numbness creeps in like a cat

Ticking off the silent days purgatory grows familiar; I gain more tolerance for the hole in my head. Numbness creeps in like a cat mistreated once too often, wary of kindness, assuming every meal its last. Once it takes up residence, things will never be the same. The hole will become wholly unremarkable. One day…