“I think, during this time, we fuck. It is difficult to remember in what order things happened, or exactly what was said. These things are superseded by other details…”
A vignette about a heavy caning scene.
“I think, during this time, we fuck. It is difficult to remember in what order things happened, or exactly what was said. These things are superseded by other details…”
A vignette about a heavy caning scene.
“We only fucked once during a burn. It was at the end of March, winter only just having given way to spring. The cold was almost numbing in its intensity.”
A short story about fucking, and fire.
“She makes him swim out into the deep part of the pool before she’ll touch him. She likes to play, the mermaid does.”
A short story about making love to a mermaid.
“Take your clothes off. Straddle her chest. Hold your dick in your hand and masturbate it in front of her face. She may squirm.”
A schema for creative cruelty.
“She has her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his crotch when he becomes aware that at some point in the near future he’s going to need to remove his socks.”
A short story about undressing, awkwardly.
An essay on the joys inherent in sexting.
“When it starts to rain – one, two, three light droplets on the backs of our necks – we lie down flat, limbs splayed, facing the sky.”
Two vignettes about getting wet and swallowing liquids.