Tag: erotic fiction

  • Forte Da

    Forte Da

    The erotic worlds we build are a curious interweaving of language and images. Most of us have done a shit-ton of borrowing. From the first time our mothers speak to us, and from the moment we manage to get our unwieldy, infantile tongues to cooperate just enough to spit out that first word, we are…

  • Where Does Transgression Belong?

    Where Does Transgression Belong?

    I recently came across a zoom discussion that has lit something of a fire under my ass about writing. If you are interested in the nuts and bolts of erotic writing, of transgression in fiction, and the mechanisms of eliciting jouissance in the reader, I highly recommend you take a look at this. It’s produced…

  • Beautiful Losers

    Beautiful Losers

    Sadly, the publishing company, Constable & Robinson, who published Beautiful Losers was purchased by Little, Brown. As far as I know, the only available version of the novel is in e-book form here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Beautiful-Losers-Modern-Erotic-Classics-ebook/dp/B0119PD31C/ref=sr_1_2?hvadid=80401820233969&hvbmt=bp&hvdev=c&hvqmt=p&keywords=remittance+girl&qid=1569755832&sr=8-2 I note that it is not available in any other market other than the UK. Honestly, I’m fed up with publishing.…

  • We’re Sorry. This Number Is No Longer In Service

    We’re Sorry. This Number Is No Longer In Service

    His thick, inked arm felt like a fleshy cage, trapping her in the bed. In earlier days, it would not have occurred to her to wonder, but age had made her more civil: how long would she have to lie there before it was polite to scramble out of the suffocating warmth of his embrace,…

  • Ribbon Tales: Two: The Token

    Ribbon Tales: Two: The Token

    Once upon a time, long ago in a land far away (so keep your feminist panties on) there was a wise and powerful king. As despots go, he wasn’t a bad one. Within the context of his time, he was as benevolent as kings get. He cared for his country and his subjects, took his…

  • Death Comes to the Poet

    Death Comes to the Poet

    When death came to the old poet, it came not as a pale horse or a scythe-bearing monk. She came on an August afternoon, after the angry sun had nestled behind the ancient fig tree outside his window. No breeze stirred, despite the open doors. The poet sipped ragged breaths from the still and humid…

  • A Mortal Fascination for Volcanic Eruptions

    A Mortal Fascination for Volcanic Eruptions

    Silence cannot do away with the things that language cannot state. G. Bataille, Eroticism Darkened for atmosphere, the museum visitors move in whispering clutches, like clumps of reed in river water, through the artfully constructed maze of ancient destruction. Like all good exhibits, it has a narrative: a before, a during, an after. There is…

  • Nathalie’s Tailor

    Nathalie’s Tailor

    It starts like a low, slow rip of paper, just audible over the hiss of shower water on the slate tiles. A slow exhalation of sharp-edged things that tears her throat on the way up, making a larger hole for the louder sound that follows. Until she’s crouched in the corner of the glass stall,…

  • Spectacle: And What Is Not Shown.

    No one covers me the way he does. The storm of him rolls over my horizon, dark boiling banks of cloud that blot out the sun. His energy seethes, coils, writhes, and serrated forks of lightning bleach the world to white in singular, blinding flashes. The glint of an eye, the spark of a smile…

  • Jouissance Précoce

    Jouissance Précoce

    This story requires a warning if the portrayal of adolescent sexuality offends you. There is no intentional adult participation, but hey, some people are hell bent on believing we are suddenly fully realized sexual beings at the age of 18. I sat up amid the swaddles of bedding in the berth and rolled up the…