Remittance Girl

Remittance Girl is a writer of literary erotica, commonly known as smut.

The Baptism

(Originally published in The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 9, edited by Maxim Jakubowski, 2010) 1870, Annam, French Indochina The church of Dak Rede was a small wattle-and-plaster affair, perched inconveniently on the crest of a hill, just beyond the reach of the humid clutches of the jungle. Its placement, however, afforded the cool…

Veiled Girl With Lute – Audio Version Reposted

As the publishing restrictions on this long short story have expired, I’ve re-uploaded the audio version of this tale. Please be warned: this is erotic fiction, not romance. The story deals with not only mature but transgressive subjects, including non-consent and violence. Like all transgressive literature, it is morally ambiguous; specifically, the story eroticises torture…

The Travails of Dr. Linh: Neglected Gardens

Clever people say you can never truly go home but, in my experience, it’s almost depressingly the opposite. Too often, you can’t escape it. Standing in the humid midnight, beneath an old mango tree, I looked up at the pontianak dangling from a branch. It was a young one, with long, tangled black hair, wearing…

State of Fear

I very rarely post political stuff on this site, but I’m breaking my rule. We are being steadily acclimatised to live in a state of constant fear. We are being trained to it by the media who profits from it, from the political elites who use it to manipulate us, by a financial system that…

The Unsightly Eroticism of Trauma: A Review of Constraint

It would be so much easier for the cause of social justice if our erotic fantasies would fall in line with progressive, feminist doctrine; the uncomfortable truth is that they often don’t. There are plenty of women and men who live with the uncomfortable inner turmoil of acknowledging that, while passionate and active supporters of…

Little Prick

This is a revisitation of a much shorter piece that I reworked. I sat up amid the swaddle of bedding in the berth and rolled up the sleeve of my cotton nightdress, waiting in a tangle of fear and anticipation, hating the idea of having a piece of metal stuck in my arm and yet…

WIWIWYG (What I Write Is What You Get)

About five times a year, I receive either comments or emails asking me why I don’t write erotic fiction on a slew of topics: “why don’t you write about wife-swapping, cougars, cock and ball torture, shoe fetishism, choking, violet wands, water-sports…?” While I realize that most of the world has come to view erotic fiction…

Selfish Flesh

I just read a most interesting set of blog posts over on Molly and Michael’s blog – on reactions to partners masturbating. I’d ask you to read both posts first. Molly’s is “How I feel When I Am Not Used” and Michael’s is “It’s My Penis and I’ll Wank If I Want To.” The discussion…

Back to Nature

The girl’s hair is short and of no particular colour. That mid-brown so many American girls have and dye to something more interesting. Elizabeth suspects she cuts it herself, in despair, in front of the bathroom mirror on Friday nights when her loneliness threatens to choke her. The girl – because she is just a…