A Quiet Revolution
In the bed’s wasteland, I am set upon a mission. Once he’s shed his suit and his tie lies coiled like a dormant serpent on the floor, I engage him in the luxurious expenditure of his energies and, in doing so, deny the great machine its lifeblood. He is unaware of my agenda. Caught up […]
In Praise of Flesh #FridayFlash
I kneel between his legs and slide up his body, smearing skin against skin. The sublime expanse of flesh, belly and chest, a warm surfeit of animality, of temporality, of mortality. The phrase ‘ashes to ashes, dust to dust’ has always made my panties wet.
Ribbon Tales – One
This pretty pink ribbon coils like a snake in my hand its power conserved like a spring waiting to strike and bite with the venom of a true story. This simple pink ribbon slides through my fingers a silky glide of flesh-coloured celuloid a hundred rose-tinted frames of nostalgic nightmares. This taut little ribbon binds […]
A Second Innocence
Beyond debauchery lies a mute innocence. Not of a child, but of senses burned so raw that experience is reduced to the hiss of a dead television and only silence feels new. I’ve been a pilgrim in the searing desert of that soundless place, my heart burnished, my hymen restored and I wonder the purpose […]
Guilty
Drag yourself between my legs in a state of moral undress. With the queasiness of reprehensible behaviour clawing up the rungs of your spine and the effervescence of broken rules fizzing in your blood. I’m not interested in snow white seed.
Exhale (Exile)
I have squirmed, wriggled, pushed and begged without success; the world simply won’t welcome me into the order of things. Even as a child, skinny and unkempt, I hovered at the edge of the flickering circle of humanity like a stray dog, patiently vigilant for the morsel carelessly dropped from the table. Eavesdropping on the […]
Separate States
There are really two parallel planes of existence; people who were born beautiful inhabit one, the other is for the rest of us. There is, of course, crossover, in the form of interaction at commercial establishments and the longing looks of the ugly as they jump dimensions and settle on impossible objects of desire. Sometimes, […]
Fleshless
There is something less than you: something, someone smaller but sweet valuable and worthy momentary satiations of sundry hungers the pleasure of lips that meet of parts that fit of skin that sings. Why isn’t that enough? As the unattainable object of my desire you are infinitely safer than a good hard fuck, and the […]
No Two Cigarettes…
No two cigarettes evoke the same thought. Afterwards, of course, you might regret them equally, but at the time you pull the cloying, acrid smoke down deep into your lungs where it can do the most damage, it births a different notion. The one I had when I saw him, leaned up against the wall […]
The Exquisite Pleasure of Nakedness
Such a small thing, a simple pleasure, that hardly rates as racy. True, it is sold, marketed, packaged, promoted, bought, we use cunts and rate them like rotting fruit. We assess cocks like so much prime meat. I know all that, but for one moment let’s pretend we are wiser than that: the sensation of […]