The Lepidopterists – Part 5
Half-naked, Jessica tugged furiously against the cuffs. The steel grated and rattled against the wrought-iron of the chaise, but it was old and built to last. She wasn’t going anywhere. As she kicked and screamed and began to cry, Daniel came into the room, his formal suit exchanged for a t-shirt and a loose pair […]
The Lepidopterists – Part 4
Daniel pressed a kiss to Yvette’s temple. She was certain he could feel the familiar pulse of blood rushing through her vein there. “Can you manage?” He looked at Jessica as she struggled to get up. “Or shall I do the honours?” Her eyes met his and the excitement hummed between them. “Oh, no. This […]
The Lepidopterists – Part 3
With studied impassivity, Khanh held the car door open. Yvette took Daniel’s proffered hand, but the trio simply watched as Jessica struggled to get out of the car, awkward in her tight dress and ungainly platform heels. She emerged unsteadily. “Wow! I didn’t know there were places like this here. It’s huge!” The gravel crunched […]
The Lepidopterists – Part 2
Two lurid pink cocktails later, in the humming darkness of the back of the merc, Yvette and Daniel sat with a slightly more intoxicated Jessica between them. Her hair glinted like copper in the strobe of the passing street lamps. Daniel wound a heavy lock of it around her fingers. “What beautiful hair you have.” […]
The Lepidopterists – Part 1
“Delectable,” murmured Yvette. Daniel followed her line of sight to its target and sat back, crossing his legs. “I agree.” For several minutes they sat in silence, sipped their drinks and watched the lithe, pretty redhead press the flesh and mingle her way through the diplomatic gathering. Yvette canted her head towards Daniel and whispered. […]
The Way of All Flesh
Night heat, no breeze sweat beads born at your temple glaze your cheek bone drip from your jaw onto your chest Slow water torture my tongue tip stings anticipating its labour in the salt mine of your skin. Tonight this still inferno through viscous curtains of shadowed space I want nothing but you the […]
Dirty Harry: Guest Post
I get a lot of mail. It’s always wonderful to receive, but some of it is just very special. So, with his permission of course, I’d like to share an email I received today from Harry Smith. I masturbated, slowly, finishing some time ago, then lapsed into a post orgasmic dose. My partner had sent […]
Mise-en-Scene
I remember perfectly the last time I fucked, it’s easy to do as an observer: how the body moves, the muscles flex and relax, the spine arches, the ligaments seize, and the puppet moves. Almost as if it’s alive, an artform. So close to the real thing only the most observant of lovers can sense […]
Bad Romance: Book Review
I’m pathetic at writing book reviews, and I rarely do it. But once in a while, you read something that so encapsulates the genre as you hope it will be, that you just have to grit your teeth and go for it. Hating Lady Gaga with a passion that rivals Camille Paglia’s, when Lisabet Sarai […]
Podcasted: Heat Sink
Heat Sink explores the themes of anger and bitterness through an erotic lens. The muscle at the hinge of his jaw twitches beneath his skin. Only this subtle sign betrays his thoughts as the dinner party’s fatuous host holds forth with unforgivable ignorance on the subject of poverty. From across the over-lit dinner table, I […]