Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • Blood On Your Fingers

      Drinking beer while reading the Atrocity Exhibition, I remember the taste of their lips and the ageless love they held in their widened eyes. Hushed fears as they sighed beneath a sky of hidden stars. Leaves and death, in every breath that ever left their lungs. Now just an empty bedroom, the evening tastes Read more

  • Noire Girl

      Hands trembling while seated at a splendid table, nausea rises and takes hold. Sweat trickling down your brow, you repeatedly swallow to stop yourself from being sick. There was a time when this kind of thing never happened. There was a time when to exist came naturally. But not anymore. Sat at the stupid Read more

  • Butterfly Kisses

      With your perfect pouting face, do you think you can hold off the hand of time from dispensing you like a fly? With those impressive breasts, do you think you can seduce at will and deny the big nothing that lurks at the foot of your bed? Sex won’t save you from obscurity; it Read more

  • Crash

      Cunt cunt. The thrill of fantasy as you straddle me while hissing like a snake. Merging on the freeway, the threat of extinction causes our bodies to swell in neon sunlight. Burning wheels and hostages. Tyres around their necks, and the taste of your mouth as I part the hair that covers your black’d Read more

  • Our Ritual Act

    If my hands were to take you places. If these fingers crept along your thighs and circled the birthplace of wonder. If they pinched pinky flesh, there would be nothing left of the man you thought you once knew. In the back room, the place where dead flowers are strewn across make-shift beds. Drinking from Read more

  • Antichrist

    Muscles widened. Penetration. A baby falls from a balcony on the fifteenth floor. Sky-rise. Cauterize. Suckling the milky mother on the outer reaches of the Milky Way. Snowflakes adore her battered thighs. Knife in. Knife out. Act one, verse four. Father cries, and mother collapses with shortened breath. Phantom rage behind my ribcage. Entrails tied Read more

  • Reasons for Living

    One half of me pictures her on a golden plateau wearing a pretty skyline dress, her face painted cute with lipstick and mascara, so tempting like only she knows how. I walk towards her, my hands wanting, not caring about anything else. Ripping off her dress, I reveal a body I’ve taken so many times Read more

  • A Violent Fluid

    Passing ruins, these fingers tease repeatedly. Three in the chamber, and one in her mouth. A crow circles churches then collapses with no meaning. Blink at the sight of the seventh sun, come tumbling down with hawk eye blind reverse. Her flesh next to mine. Her mind a caterwaul of stars and non-dissolved prisms of Read more

  • Violator

    Girl got a grin on her lips. All doe-eyed and cute. Butter wouldn’t melt. But it does. In her hand and on her belly. My insides burn as she squeezes tight. She ignites the monster that resides behind these cold, blue eyes. Blurred images. Dented craniums. Flashing lights on the flesh of her thighs. Snakes Read more

  • Suck

    A woman with a body of her own. My mouth around tender breasts. Sucking to elicit sensation. Sucking through perverse hunger. To taste a little flesh. To need the body of a lover, so she may flower before these pale blue eyes. Slip off that bra. Lay down upon soft linen. Let me tweak pert Read more