Misery’s Kitchen
Time blossoms and rots in this ruin where we circle each other with exquisite care. Ragged and wounded, claws politely retracted in a gesture of good faith. But the knowledge of your sharp teeth and my poisoned skin can’t be unlearned. Nature has made us a pair of monsters each in our own way as […]
The Lepidopterists – Part 9
As the girl reached up to pull all that wet, unruly red hair off her face, Yvette saw them. A fleeting moment of eye contact told her that Daniel had seen them too. The scars. It was impossible not to wonder what else this perfectly beautiful young woman had done to herself to accommodate the […]
Rihanna’s S&M and the Mainstreamification of Kink
I’m torn about this sort of thing. Certainly I am pleased on any rare occasion when kink is represented in mainstream media as something other than negative. On the other hand – if ‘whips and chains’ really did excite Rihanna, this is not the video she would have made. This pisses me off unaccountably in […]
The Last Tower – twitterfiction #thelasttower
This was a very short piece of flash fiction written on the fly as twitter fiction. A very rare non-erotic piece. That night in Bangkok it began to rain. Black and wet the streets, the buildings, the myriad lights splayed by liquid. It rained the next day. And the next. It didn’t stop. We […]
The Grave Cave
Here is the line drawn in flesh the vertical gash no man’s land. I’m a practiced hand with compass and ruler making walls of words where flesh should be. Here is the well of pure pain the cup that runneth over. And I at the bottom misshapen dragon with flightless wings and memories of […]
On Sadism
This post is primarily in response to Tutivillus’ excellent podcast on being a physical sadist. It’s short and clear, so please have a listen to it before you read my post, or it really won’t make a lot of sense. You can listen here. (Please read Tutivillus’ comment at the bottom of this blog. Apparently […]
Writing Jags & Butterfly Collectors
If you’re a regular visitor to my site, you will have noticed I was on something of a writing jag this weekend. But with Monday, work has intervened and it won’t be until Wednesday that I post another installment of The Lepidopterists. Writing this is an interesting experiment for me. Yvette is the first really […]
The Lepidopterists – Part 8
“I couldn’t help it!” Jessica wailed as Yvette and Daniel entered the room. It was obvious what she was referring to: her thighs were streaming wet and a puddle of liquid had gathered on the wood floor beneath where she sat. “Oh, my! What a filthy little slut!” Yvette allowed a stage-like resonance to ring […]
The Lepidopterists – Part 7
The lights from the pool cast an electric blue glow over the garden. They swam a few laps together, then Yvette rolled onto her back and floated in the water, listening to the strange, tortured cries coming from the upper floor. The sound moved Yvette in ways that almost defied description. It fascinated and exhilarated […]
The Lepidopterists – Part 6
They stood and watched Jessica writhe and jerk. Her eyes were shut tight, her thighs trembled and she made sounds that ranged from murmurs to full-throated groans. Between her legs, her juices had stained the crotch of her panties a darker cerise. “Isn’t that the vibrator I bought you? The German one?” Yvette folded her […]