Author: Remittance Girl

  • Flasher Sunday: Bad Design

    I lowered my coffee cup and leaned across the breakfast table. “Honey?” “Mmhmm?” Arthur was on autopilot, halfway through the Sunday cryptic crossword puzzle. “My vibe’s broken. It’s not the batteries. It’s just dead.” He looked up. “The little silver egg with the wired controller?” “Yeah.” “Bad design, considering its purpose,” he huffed. “Can you…

  • On Nights Like These

      On nights like these I need more than your kind regards. I need your hand around my throat dusty fingers in my mouth and the precipice of pain as your cock forces space where there was none. On nights like these I’ll trade your mot juste For the cudgel of your tongue, the cruelty…

  • Outed for being a Good Teacher and a Published Author

    I don’t know how many of you have heard the about Judy Mays, but this high school English teacher of 25 years has just been disgustingly and viciously ‘outed’ as – hold on to your hats – an erotica writer. You can see what laughingly passes for news here.  And read more about her travails…

  • Shield #wankwednesday

    “Make yourself come,” he says, fist around his cock, eyes glinting with bright shards of lust. A single opalescent tear is born at the tip, trembles there, and escapes down the lip of his cock-head, over his fingers and disappears into the dark thatch of hair at the root. I know what he wants. He…

  • Another Love

    When I was a little girl, I learned: To love is to fight. Passion is pale if it doesn’t draw blood. Anger is the fertile sod of love, and its growth leaves indelible marks on every part it touches. To love is public spectacle screaming operettas at two am, scenes in restaurants and hotel lobbies.…

  • Quantum Bodies

    These pieces were written in response to “Constitutive Self-Negation”, a talk given by Dorothée Legrand for the Dark Materialism Symposium. I was not so taken by her extreme examples of the object/subject duality of the body as much as the idea of its concept of being in flux, of its incorporation in the moment of…

  • Idiot stuff

    It’s hot, I’m feeling bored and utterly uncreative. So, here, for your geeky pleasure is a Gregorian Chant ringtone for the iPhone. Because…everyone needs one of these. It’s zipped so you need to unzip it and drag it onto iTunes. For the rest of you, here’s the mp3  version: gregorian_ring_1 Yup… That’s the entirety of…

  • Tales of the Mumbai Coven – A Vampire History

    The Mumbai Coven traces its bloodline back to an ancient source. Born of unimaginable atrocity, its descendants carry the imperatives that were forged on the field of a great battle, before recorded history. This is a work in progress. The stories are not sequential, but serial. The work can be read by chapter, or by…

  • Tales of the Mumbai Coven – Chapter 9

    London, 1859 The house in Red Lion Square was suitable. It was far enough from the river to have a basement that didn’t flood at high tide, and was close enough to the impoverished East End of London to provide Calum McNeill with what he required. The house’s landlord, a petty Earl, had eagerly agreed…

  • Tales of the Mumbai Coven – Chapter 8

    After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting and the crying Prison and place and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience…