The Last Hurrah
It catches her. Every so often, it sneaks up when she thinks she’s past it and resigned, floods over her with no warning, a pyroclastic flow of ash and rubble and the detritus of youth. It takes a half a Valium to stop the flow of tears. The drug leaves her listless but numb. She […]
Future Imperfect
This story is one in a series that is posted on Salome Jones’ Red Phone Box Series. Please go there and enjoy the rest of them. The ash on the end of her cigarette is just about to fall. That’s what I think when I look at the woman sitting across from me in the […]
#FuckmeFriday – #Faun
#FuckMeFriday is an erotica writing prompt hosted and organized by @AislingWeaver. Please take the time to read the other pieces in this week’s collection. ___________ “Come here.” He is sprawled lazily in the armchair. His fly’s undone, splayed apart. His fingers, coiled like little cobras, stroke the thickening column of his cock. And I do. […]
Love’s Ephemera
During business hours, the collection of hearts in formaldehyde-filled jars is for the most part silent. Each sits in its allotted place on the dusty shelves. Occasionally they bob like dumb sponges in their hermetically sealed baths of forever and forgetfulness. They do their very best to act their part, keeping up appearances. Fleshy and […]
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 […]
On Nights Like These
On nights like these I need more than your kind regards. I need your hand around my throat dusty fingers in my mouth and the precipice of pain as your cock forces space where there was none. On nights like these I’ll trade your mot juste For the cudgel of your tongue, the cruelty […]
Shield #wankwednesday
“Make yourself come,” he says, fist around his cock, eyes glinting with bright shards of lust. A single opalescent tear is born at the tip, trembles there, and escapes down the lip of his cock-head, over his fingers and disappears into the dark thatch of hair at the root. I know what he wants. He […]
Take Me Down
Because I love you hold me tight close my eyes take me down. Don’t warn me how deep the drop how dark the depths how thin the rope. Trust in me to know these things and have chosen not to choose. If you want me jack me in pull the cord make the cut. If you love me don’t betray me with hesitation, take me down.
Heat Sink
I hate the cane. I love the cane. I’ll never reconcile the paradox.
My muscles tense in apprehension. My cunt throbs and aches. I tuck my arms beneath my chest and clasp my hands together because I know I’ll instinctively try to shield my ass if I don’t, and a few angry red welts are better than a broken finger.
alliance #lostinsaigon
when I say hurt me you do but with such regret. the damage is not delicate but your intentions are. I’m training you to ugliness a vine grown into monstrous shape. you will leave me worse for wear tainted by alliance. #lostinsaigon