“He laughs. She laughs. There is a silence between them, but it’s not awkward anymore. He finds himself examining the curves of her body within her dress.”
A short story about an encounter at a New Year’s Eve party.
Literate Kink
“He laughs. She laughs. There is a silence between them, but it’s not awkward anymore. He finds himself examining the curves of her body within her dress.”
A short story about an encounter at a New Year’s Eve party.
“She can be, when she chooses, a recalcitrant schoolgirl – brattish and sly and convinced of her cleverness…”
A vignette about the different roles that a kinky couple inhabit.
“The first time I hit her she grabs the tree in front of her. Squeaks. Wraps her arms around it and presses her face to the bark. Blood already.”
A vignette about a birching in the woods.
“After she has successfully kept herself from puking three times we switch position…”
A vignette about gagging while learning to deep throat.
A look at the often-ignored dirty letters of James Joyce.
“She has a wide range of expression while she’s being caned. For the first strokes she’s loud. Loud exhales. Pleading yelps…”
A vignette about a long and brutal caning
“At once there is electricity between them. Innervation. An excitatory impulse as old as consciousness.”
A vignette dedicated to a neuroscientist.
“You are kneeling on the floor, your legs spread, your arms behind your back, hands clasping wrists. You are blindfolded.”
A vignette about waiting patiently.
“As the cane bites, she reaches reflexively back and digs her fingers into the soft flesh over her hip…”
A vignette about expressions of pain.
“It’s like these things are happening. As if, by saying each thing they are already doing each thing. For a brief moment the act is already happening in her head…”
A vignette about the act of negotiation.
