Tourist – Part 1
“It’s what she wants.” Impatience turned the words brittle. Marcus arched an eyebrow and gave me one curt nod, then relented. “And it’s what you want or you wouldn’t be here. Would you?” Meanwhile, the twenty-something girl bent over the bench and cuffed to its legs craned her neck to face me and scowled. I’d […]
Entry Points: Ways into a Story
“A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” The End of the Affair, by Graham Greene I’ve been thinking a lot recently about linearity and the different points of entry into a story. We experience time in a […]
The Atomic Weight of Names
Tuesday I learned the name of the woman who has hung sword-like over me for years. I had always thought knowing it would leech the venom from the past. But no. It sat like a dead bird in my cupped hands, its atomic weight an atrocity. There’s no burying this creature in hallowed ground. Ghosts […]
Molly’s Ass #TwitterFiction #FuckToyFriday
I trail my lips down your spine, counting the vertebrae, and my hair follows. All the way to your ass. Bare and vulnerable. Then back up over your bent, bound form. “Listen,” I whisper. The crop in my hand twacks against my own thigh. Sharp. Hard. Once, twice, thrice. “Hear that? That’s my heart beating […]
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 […]
Other Orifices: New Ways In to the Erotic Moment
When you first start writing erotic fiction, most of us come to it with years of imagery built up in our brains. Stories we’ve honed through multiple self-tellings, over and over, with our hands between our thighs. At first you may stall a few times, but then the courage comes and with it words flood […]
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 […]
#Eroticon2013 – Monday’s hungover recollections of Sunday
For personal reasons that aren’t germane to this post, Sunday’s experience was quite different. All I can say regarding my state of mind is that watching Molly (@MollysDailyKiss) getting flogged took me within mere milimeters of an orgasm, which is not usual for publicly reserved me. First up was the Anthologies Editors Panel with Maxim […]
#Eroticon2013 – Monday’s hungover recollections of Saturday’s sessions
I didn’t do my usual avalanche of tweeting during the Eroticon London 2013 conference, which goes some way to telling you just how absorbing it was. First and foremost, huge congratulations to Ruby Kiddell (@eroticnotebook) for her masterful organization of the event. It really was superbly done. Also, a big congrats need to go to […]
Enlazada (Interlaced)
Silence, half a world away, is broken glass underfoot. Whether traversed slowly and carefully, or at a run, you’ll cut yourself regardless. The only choice available is one of modality: fast and panicked or slow and aware. And the meaning you make of it; monstrosities are born from the womb of silence. Time, half a […]