Way Down There
He was a god. A disdainful, disappointed, impatient god. With his head and shoulders massive and black against the weak autumn sun. And me, way down. Down in the dark cold of the oily water that made me retch and clung to my face. My lovely new red coat soaking it up, dragging me down […]
A Writer’s Seduction
This is an erotic story about stories, about writing, about writers and readers. If you came to this page believing yourself safe or immune to my seduction, perhaps it is because you need to. Perhaps you are a lover who wants to be taken and ravished. Perhaps you hope to come away believing yourself the […]
Labels, Tribes and the Beauty of Singularities.
I cannot write you. I try and fail. I try, I fail and I’m a butcher. Me I’ve had some ongoing conversations, and I’ve offended some people recently, because I’ve refused the label ‘bisexual’. I want to take the opportunity to explain why and to acknowledge that for some people these words matter greatly, and […]
Shooting Molly
Molly Moore wrote a post about photographing and being photographed nude. On twitter, she joked that she was proud to say she’d taken my cherry. Because it was the first time I’d ever photographed a willing, nude model. I’ve shot performance art that contained nudity, but that’s different; they are already offering up what they […]
Here lies the body…
Thank you to the lovely and bark-scratched Molly Moore (@MollysDailyKiss)
Jouissance, Hard Limits & an Ass-covering culture.
My story of yesterday generated a strange clutch of emails. I’ve written before about my ambivalent feelings on the subject of ‘safe’ BDSM, not simply because, on a very personal basis, desire and safety are almost mutually exclusive for me, but because I worry we live in a culture that constantly demands absolutes, assures us […]
The Filthy Wound
The first nick came with what Blanche thought was a sincere apology. She was amenable to accepting it because she was enjoying the view: him kneeling between her spread legs, with nothing on but a pair of underwear. It mitigated her discomfort at being so exposed and the ache where the rim of the bathtub […]
Drink Me (6)
Down he goes. Not hard, but with the unexpected grace of a tall building demolished by experts. The drug in his bloodstream smiles, using his muscles, his lips, pulling him on like a disguise, sleek and pretty. Sometimes, he’s nothing but pain, but not now. Now he inhales deeply, and sighs aloud, as if launching […]
Cusp (5)
Vampires feed on blood. I feed on disquiet and decision, on rage and regret. On the decisive moment and the slow flowing syrup of bitter aftermath. These days, I maintain a strict rule not to trigger it, but if it falls in my lap, lover, you cannot blame me for the pleasure I take in […]
reSade / T-Shit (4)
I’m going to fuck you, naked but for this artfully ruined t-shirt made in Bangladesh, holed and torn by an exhausted, bony, dead-eyed worker in a Chinese megafactory who is following the pattern of destruction to the millimeter; each hole specified by a smug cunt in a leather chair and designerly geek-glasses in a minimalist […]