Setting: A darkened room. Two voices on a crackling telephone line Playpal: You want us to do what? Visu: Stop processing payments on those disgusting novels. Not the nice ones. The really raunchy ones, you know? Playpal: Er… raunchy in what way? Visu: You know! The disgusting ones. With the incest and the bestiality...
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Flash Fiction
Very short pieces of writing – prose and poetry
A Dialogue: Visu & Playpal #censorship #erotica
Distant Shores
You dream yourself bound in meaty ribbons of my feminine vapours, steaming in the hothouse of my cunt. To keep me in your mind’s eye, you fuck the cold sea between us. It is only the prospect of your inevitable ejaculation that keeps you warm. We will always be separate. You cannot curl in...
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Kiss Me
Kiss me without reservation or calculation or malice aforethought. Kiss me like a drowning man gasps for air and takes in water. Kiss me with your body beheaded, reaching for that one sublime moment. Kiss me blind and deaf and dumb, the Helen Keller Kiss of all time. Kiss me along signals of chemistry...
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The Switch
From urbane and measured, I can smell the turn instantly. A word, a tightness of sinew, the everyday you is gone in a blink of an eye. In its place is the creature who hungers for me. Tensed and rigid, swollen and alive with desire. The flipped switch twitch of the corner of your...
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In My Hands
Take your hands away from your balls. Stow them safely behind your back and breathe. You need to know exactly how much I could hurt you. How much you could take before you break. Everyone does. It’s the not knowing that terrifies. Will your capacity to endure ever live up to your own exacting...
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Dark Matter #wankwednesday
When you are not here, I’m in shadow. And when you are in shadow still. Your absence is a silent void burned onto concrete. Your presence simply the shaded preface to your eventual departure. My precipice hang over of everything I desire. ________ Read all the Wank Wednesday erotic writing for Shadow on Word...
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Dentata
My dream teeth shred against my tongue like sodden fingernails I am my father’s daughter and I have his teeth secreted inside me Hard and cold as death these gumless, vicious ivories hidden and forgotten in a drawer that stinks of spilled perfume and moth’s wings. They have followed me abided with me, a...
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Words Made Flesh
Here is my hand cool word curled around the curvature of your neck. Here my lips soft, moist letters plumped with desire pressing, half parted against your cheek. And here my cunt abstracted, weeping signifier of need, along your upper thigh Lust spelled out with such desperation no differance can squeak through Between my...
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Sword Swallower
The throat’s convulsion makes no sound as the vocal chords are cut and the subject’s closed with time’s sutures. The fortune teller has said her sooth til the water’s clouded over stagnant with repetition fallen on deaf ears. There are no scales of justice on the snakeboy’s skin no happy ending in the bearded...
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What you Don’t Know
It is said by the terminally smug. in a dubious attempt to stop the rabble from eating brains instead of cake, that you don’t miss what you don’t know. A lack of concrete knowledge of how the crease of your neck so perfectly accommodates the wedge of my face, or how the blood sings...
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Touch Me
Own Me
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You don't say 'no' to Shindo. And if you do, there's a very steep price to pay.
Own Me
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Own Me
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