“The act calls for a dozen knives. One by one they thud into place, so close that I can feel the cold of their steel almost-but-not-quite touching my flesh.”
A short story about the feelings of a knife-thrower’s assisstant.
Literate Kink
Tag: Knife
“She is shivering slightly – in others this would be a sign of nervousness, but I know that she is excited, eager.”
Three short vignettes about three different kinds of pleasurable pain.