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You don't say 'no' to Shindo. And if you do, there's a very steep price to pay.
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“Every time I thought of her, it was like a nail rusting away in my brain.”
There’s more truth in this than you’ll ever find in a so-called romance. That line, so completely perfect.
Ooooh … This is a beautiful piece … I’ll send a link to someone else who’ll love it.
I still like it BTW I like the new site design also.
Agreed, re the first comment. That rusty nail line is a killer.
Crap, crap, crapppp.
And still you took the time to stay and leave a comment. Thank you. Not to mention your generous donation of ‘p’s!
RG, excellent story, very evocative.
Just one battle in the war of the sexes, which she won.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
wow. angry sex. the absence of no redeeming social value was very liberating.
“the predicable, mindless moron it was…” – my favourite description of a cock XD
geeky programmer in me agrees with _soldierboy_ LOVE the new site layout, very well thought out!
It’s based on a template called Magazine. There’s a free basic version that’s really good!
I find it funny how lust is such an evil twin to which love can never relate.
There may have been pleasure for both “haters” but I wonder if the pleasure was ever worth the pain.
Well written,with a seemingly rich layer of truth, and circumstantial nuance.
RG,
Will it ever suffice.
Magnificent. I loved every word. This sentence is so very fine: ‘The combination of wanton slut, strident bitch and blubbing lunatic had an unaccountable charm for me. I’m not particularly normal myself. I invited her back to my house.’
Poignant, compelling, and immersive. The short story is laid bare to the bones as a medium to convey a very interesting idea. I love this kind of short story.
If this is what you give away as a sample, what you’re selling / publishing must be very polished indeed. While i’ve never considered buying anything remotely related to erotica online, your site makes me reconsider.
While not strictly about this story, i’d like to say that i admire your courage in the pursuit of writing erotica with literary value for a living. Either that, or a remarkably well thought out plan to being able to subsist on such income.
Hello Kab,
I don’t pursue it as a living. I really don’t think that’s possible for me. And I feel it’s unfair to have those sort of expectations of this work. But it is what I love. That’s enough, don’t you think?
“… But it is what I love….”
It definitely shows within your writing.
I’m sitting here shaking my head in utter amazement. You write from the male perspective as if you have sacred knowledge.
I LOVED this story!
J.
Ah, the ebb and flow of insanity – ain’t lust grand!
Really amazing perspective you write from. Beautifully written!
“….her state of unpantiedness, which overrode the nasal congestion. Lust is like that.” I totally dig it. Its so true. I really liked this.. and the fact that in spite of himself he went looking for her again.. we’ve all been there sometimes too. Delicious
It’s true. You write as though you actually KNOW what is feels like to have a cock. I’m always amazed at the perspective you give. I loved it.
I think that, no matter what gender we are, we all have an inner cock. Like we all have inner cunts. I’ve read a few male erotica writers who write from a female perspective so well, I’d swear they had a pussy. I guess the truth is, as humans, our imaginations can take us a lot farther than we think.
You know I wasn’t sure there for a moment whether he was going to go through with it or not. Only for a moment though. I wonder if he’ll see her at the bar again, and if he does, whether either of them give would it another go?
Since this is a one-shot I guess I’ll never know.
This isn’t necessarily a one shot. I’ve kind of toyed with the idea of them as a very fucked up couple.
What I like about you’re erotica: It’s more than the sex and you want to write well.
“The shadows lay heavy across her face, turning her features to monochromatic stone, but the erosion was there, at the corner of her eye, where the light lay like a brand over her left cheek.”
That’s damned fine writing.
Hey Remittance Girl, I wrote a story for you, inspired by this one. Monocle isn’t your only fan.
Dear RG- brilliance once again. you never fail to tell it from the inside with a vivid brush. always a brightspot in my day. keep shining, RC
Wow, that was absolutely awesome. I’m so glad I found this place! This is the kind of porn/erotica I love: dark, twisted, sexy, and well-written. Looking forward to exploring the rest of your stories!
Hey RG.
A polished gem, as always. Quite interesting, don’t you think, that the more we humans profess sex to be a purely physical exercise, the more complex the emotional entanglement is.
Beautifully written… I felt uncomfortable while reading this, wrapped up in the man’s conflict between desire and disgust. Wonderful.
“Either she hid drunkenness extremely well, or this woman was out of her fucking mind. Most probably it was the later. And, yes, I should have given her one last friendly pat, and gone home, but there was still the maddeningly delicious fact that she was absolutely bare beneath that skirt.”
I don’t mean to criticize, but I think you mean “latter” here.
Thank you for the story.
Oh, it’s not a criticism. Thank you! Well spotted!
Devine work RG. I
Ate this up in probably 30 seconds flat.
I hate her though….don’t know why.
God, I HATE her. And I know why – she’s a self-involved, poisonous manipulative bitch. hehe. And I wrote her. What does that say about me?
You wrote her. That says about you exactly what it says about each of us that writes someone like this: at some point in your life, you knew her. Maybe you didn’t know her personally, but you heard of, met, dealt with, saw from afar, or felt this person. While we continue to hate the self-involved, poisonous manipulative bitch, we also understand and almost respect the need for people of this character in our lives. Hopefully not as part of our lives, but rather in the course of living.
Grand compliments to you and your style!
You lead us to think about more than just your writing; to think of life as we want it, as it is, and as it cannot be. You (almost) force your reader to seek understanding of themselves and others; to reach for both enlightening truth and insightfully imaginative fantasies.
Your stories make me want to cry because I didn’t write them. Achingly beautiful.
Oh, please don’t cry. At least not to this one. Usually, they’re disturbing and tearworthy, but this one is among my happiest.
Haha, Okay, I won’t cry. I’ll hold them back for you!
“Every time I thought of her, it was like a nail rusting away in my brain.”
perfect