Wish You Were Here
from: missticy35@gmail.com to: jmartin_jones@gmail.com date: Mon, Jan 2, 2012 at 6:13 AM subject: Probably nothing It started on my back. A vaguely tender spot that I absently rubbed at over the day. By evening it had become more painful. I undressed for my evening shower and noticed the upper left back was spotted with blood. […]
The Stand In: Version 2
I started this story a while ago. I thought I’d ended it and then today I realized I hadn’t; that there was another voice in the story. It needed balance. The shoulders were about right, she thought. The height – perhaps he was an inch or two shorter – but that didn’t matter for much. […]
In My Hands
Take your hands away from your balls. Stow them safely behind your back and breathe. You need to know exactly how much I could hurt you. How much you could take before you break. Everyone does. It’s the not knowing that terrifies. Will your capacity to endure ever live up to your own exacting standards? […]
Dark Matter #wankwednesday
When you are not here, I’m in shadow. And when you are in shadow still. Your absence is a silent void burned onto concrete. Your presence simply the shaded preface to your eventual departure. My precipice hang over of everything I desire. ________ Read all the Wank Wednesday erotic writing for Shadow on Word Ejaculation
Moving, Standing Still
“Don’t ever leave me.” And even as I tucked the last of my things into the suitcase, brutalizing my own molars and smearing away the tears with the heel of my hand, even as I sat on the stubborn thing to get it closed, even as I noticed the overlooked and recently hand-washed pair of […]
Amanda, Agnus Dei
I walked Amanda up the shallow stone steps of St. James’ Church at Spanish Place, under the shadows of its uncanny gargoyles and into the cool, dark interior. In my grip, her arm muscles were tense. The tendons of her neck stood out like wires. I loved her like this – I couldn’t help myself. […]
Twitterfic #Indelible for #FuckToyFriday
I have commissioned for him a fountain pen with a nib of surgical steel. So the obscenities he writes across my back will last. He writes the things I am to him. Cutting each letter into my skin. Slut Whore Cunt. Then crosses them out in one long slash. He scrawls as I scream. MY […]
Twitterfic #Stain2
Where to start this? Perhaps at the bead of sweat that formed at his temple. It was a hot afternoon and the air-conditioning in elevator wasn’t working. I watched it crawl down the side of his face, catching here and there on the bristles of his unshaven cheek. Beneath office tower, past the scent of […]
Twitterfic #Stain
For more years that he could count, Julian Stephen Atkinson had struggled under the colossal carapace of his self-restraint. He had only a hazy, stuttered memory of what life was like before he had cinched himself up tight, but it was clear enough to live in mortal fear of the consequences of failing to do […]
Summoner
I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. Sylvia Plath Tiny and wild, cinched up tight as a rubber band, I watch the woman teeter on outrageous heels to her place beneath the […]