Twitter Fiction

I Fall

I fall into you tumble down into the impossibility of your blind alleys plummet from a great height into the web of your passages sound out the street names as if calling to a dead lover. I miss you without having ever known you. Pine for the broad arms of your boulevards and the leafy…

Now I Know #twitterfiction #smutpoetry

Now I know how low I’ll go. Into the bottomless pit with the 600 and me there in the gore of the battlefield smug and mud-covered, cackling like a mad whore at a funeral. What dignity? I scream, clawing at my clothes as if they were jellyfish sent by Neptune to see if I’d budge.…

#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…

Apple Ginger Rolls – An R Rated Recipe

(For the dough) 1 cup warm milk (110 degrees F/45 degrees C) 2 eggs, room temperature 1/3 cup margarine, melted 4 1/2 cups bread flour 1 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup white sugar 2 1/2 teaspoons instant dry yeast (For the filling) 3/4 cup brown sugar, packed ¼ cup white sugar 2 tablespoons ground ginger 1…

Amnesia’s Heart

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 her…

Extremely Filthy Haiku

For those of you who visit my blog, but aren’t on twitter, or don’t follow me there, I thought I’d offer you the product of a mad twitter Haiku binge that played itself out on our main timeline this morning. Primarily it started as a duel between @mols_erotica and myself, using the #haikunastiness hashtag. However,…

Twitter Fiction: What You Want (#twittersmut) Part 4

That first thrust felt so fucking good. Everything I had imagined it would be. Fiercely hot, impossibly tight – she had the angriest cunt I’d ever been in. It was monstrous, delicious. I ploughed into her over and over, bracing myself against the back of the sofa, lifting her until the blood rushed to her…

Twitter Fiction: What You Want (#twittersmut) Part 3

It took me a moment to work up an appropriate reaction. My cock twitched to life, like the predicable, mindless moron it was. I took in the display: the petulant expression beneath the tangle of curls; her nipples, small and nearly black against the skin of her small breasts; her hips canted, pushing out the…

Twitter Fiction: What You Want (#twittersmut) Part 2

There was no way to read her acceptance. I puzzled it as we walked along the wide, silent boulevard. The pride of the French who had colonized the place, Le Duan was deserted at midnight. Only the occasional passing motorcycle shot through the thick, humid silence. We didn’t talk and, every so often, I glanced…

Twitter Fiction: What You Want (#twittersmut) Part 1

Writer’s note: This has been slightly edited from its original Twittered version, because writing on the fly is fun, but not as polished as I can bear allowing to live on my site. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” she said, tugging my hand down the front of her skirt and pressing it home…