Twitter Fiction

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.    

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

#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…

The Spring in the Night #WankWednesday #Twitterfic

#wankwednesday was initiated by Ruby Kiddell. It’s a wonderful writing prompt for erotic writers to tweet and then post their short pieces – written specifically to encourage your hand to behave inappropriately. In the close darkness of the tiny cubicle I closed my eyes and listened to the dying cacophony out on the Sisowath Quay…

Touching – #twitterfic

1. I touch as if touching pried apart tectonic plates forcing a void in the pride of your flesh made word across the sterile screen of my brain. 2. Digital shudders let me tongue your neural network and bask in the fruits of my labour evidenced in the explosive demise of your spelling skills. 3.…

Knowing – #twitterfic

1. I know as if knowing were a knot a knife a needle to the base of the skull truth pinned blind to the brain like a tail on a donkey. 2. The dead serious joke of us. Seeds planted in jest never meant for gestation. 3. This careful measured distance no word of mouth…

Dreamtime #twitterflash

Last night I dreamt of deformed cocks and condescending platitudes. Sometimes I think my mind has been made up like a hotel room by a psychotic maid The comfort of imagined alien influences doesn’t last, nor should it. I’m trapped with the uncomfortable fact that sex will always be more than sex to me. #dreamtime…

#Instinct – #twittersmut

Don’t give me reason or caution or polite civility. Give me desire: the truth that only flesh tells. Not considered or strategized, but instinctive and irrational. Want me because you sense me. Because my skin, my muscles, my cunt call to you and will not let you sleep. Because no breath is deep enough to…

Come To Me (Twitter #cometome)

Come to me singing, with pipes and drums, of mysterious moons and secret souls that live in the babbling brook. Come swaying hips And breasts, with chimes jingling from belt and ankles. To wave your hands and weave tales into a starry feastday tablecloth. At the dawn, sing me born of births, of brothers grappling…

Mysterious Small

If you were here in the humid, scented dark, I’d tell you what the moths whisper with their wings when they brush stars. If you were here I’d show you where the wet green moss makes love to ragged stones. If you were here I’d carve your breath into rain clouds and watch the sun…