Ghost Marks
With one slender finger, Rachel pushed the crystal king onto its side with a click. It rocked back and forth on its round base on the marble chessboard. Her father’s eyes flitted over the chessboard, tracing lines of power. “What the hell do you think your doing?” “I’m resigning.” “Don’t be stupid! Why would you […]
Language and Power
I haven’t posted anything essayish here in a while, and I’ve been pondering on the fact that recently, sexual acronyms have started to really bother me. I have used them as much as anyone else: BDSM, MILF, D/s… and a new one I just learned today: CFNM (Clothed female, naked male). Recently I’ve started to […]
Museum Piece (Appetizer)
Beneath me, Lida’s thighs tensed and her eyes grew wide. I watched the echoes of a familiar war play across the Czech girl’s face, for it was clear that she was both scared and intrigued in equal measure. “Lida?” My fingertips drew series of soft lines that followed the lacy edge of her bra, over […]
Museum Piece (Starting with Dessert)
The thing about sex in bathtubs is that one mustn’t be in a rush. A frenzied fuck is better delivered against a wall, over a table, or in a bed. Splashing is for swimming pools but bathtub sex must, Stephen always insisted, start with a long delicious soak, interspersed with lazy bouts of fondling. Lying […]