#lostinsaigon – April 5th
In the hard vacuum of your departure I measure moments in heartbeats caught in amber. #gogyohka #lostinsaigon time stretches like molten glass a fine, translucent infinity that trembles and breaks #gogyohka #lostinsaigon the smell of sweat the breach of breath the slick of lust died to a second skin in the silence of sleep #lostinsaigon […]
The Pipe of Thorns
Images, memories, songs came whirling up, lending each other meaning. The faces of women he’d been with, the taste of them, the timbre of voices raised in laughter or hoarse with ecstasy, the warm wealth of their bodies and the redolent scents of their pleasure. It made him sad, not in a painful way, but the memories of each of them filled him with pathos.
Dark Garden
I’m back at his doorstep. This place I’ve sworn I’ll never return to. Many times.
I feel dirty, ugly, as I ring the bell, and uglier still when he answers the door wearing nothing but a pair of baggy trousers. His feet are bare, his hair disheveled, he hasn’t shaven in a while. He’s not handsome, or well built, or even particularly well hung and, worst of all, he has a laugh that makes me cringe. I do my very best not to make him laugh.
The Spring in the Night #WankWednesday #Twitterfic
#wankwednesday was initiated by Ruby Kiddell. It’s a wonderful writing prompt for erotic writers to tweet and then post their short pieces – written specifically to encourage your hand to behave inappropriately. In the close darkness of the tiny cubicle I closed my eyes and listened to the dying cacophony out on the Sisowath Quay […]
The Limits of Possession
That’s how I remember you: losing it. Your dilated pupils like obsidian mirrors in the chaos of a neural storm. Dark strands of hair plastered to your forehead, wet with the sweat of your labours and the stifling heat, still smelling of the shower you took in an effort to cool down before you fucked […]
Touching – #twitterfic
1. I touch as if touching pried apart tectonic plates forcing a void in the pride of your flesh made word across the sterile screen of my brain. 2. Digital shudders let me tongue your neural network and bask in the fruits of my labour evidenced in the explosive demise of your spelling skills. 3. […]
Knowing – #twitterfic
1. I know as if knowing were a knot a knife a needle to the base of the skull truth pinned blind to the brain like a tail on a donkey. 2. The dead serious joke of us. Seeds planted in jest never meant for gestation. 3. This careful measured distance no word of mouth […]
Enamorata – Part 2
If you’d like to start at the beginning of this story, it’s here: Enamorata – Part 1 Forty-eight hours isn’t a lot of time. And even with a judicious dose of Nozee to postpone sleep, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to track down Annelise. Women are always harder to find than men. […]
Dreamtime #twitterflash
Last night I dreamt of deformed cocks and condescending platitudes. Sometimes I think my mind has been made up like a hotel room by a psychotic maid The comfort of imagined alien influences doesn’t last, nor should it. I’m trapped with the uncomfortable fact that sex will always be more than sex to me. #dreamtime […]
Enamorata – Part 1
I’m not entirely sure how ‘erotica’ this story is going to be – it’s sort of a writing experiment for me. It’s also – those of you who are sci-fi fans might recognize – something of an homage to certain sci-fi writers. Here’s part 1 – I hope you enjoy it. Behind the glittering towers […]