Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Suicide King

      She gave me a blowjob while we bathed in lukewarm water, and despite my fear of cannibalism and the water making my hands resemble the skin of a cooked chicken, I shot my load into her mouth as three thousand souls died in an earthquake somewhere along the south coast of Japan. It made… Read more

  • The Flow

      As much as it still pains me that Sarah and I lost baby Bethany, the more I see of this world, the more thankful I am that she never had a chance to suffer on such a cruel rock. Life can be beautiful, there’s no denying it, and yet man’s inhumanity to man is… Read more

  • Drive

      Sea urchins wail behind her eyelids and as the bullet slides down her throat and hits her whiskey belly, I part her legs and sing to where I came from. There are so many untold mountains, some underwater, and some tucked behind her restless ribcage. We sink beneath the waves. We fall through the… Read more

  • Garden

      The two of them were in her parents garden, and despite it being summer, there was a chill breeze that carried in the air. The one nearest to me was naked, her body covered with strange symbols that had some kind of meaning I knew not what of. Black ink twisting around her curves,… Read more

  • Electricity

      Inside her belly, there are three thousand tiny dolphins that swim so ferociously that they tickle her to the brink of orgasm whenever the urge takes hold. When the moment arrives, she sighs with her mouth wide open and drops to her knees as I inspect the cuts that run the length of her… Read more

  • Saturday

      It’s Saturday night, and the two of us are sat downtown in some bar. We got a taxi because of the rain, although we still got drenched while skipping down the street on the way to the cinema. Wearing black tights to show off her slender legs, every opportunity I got, my hands slid… Read more

  • Smell Yourself

      You can see it in those eyes. That desperate longing to be accepted by a world that would much rather forget. It’s like she can only exist in the gaze of another. It’s kinda sad, but I’m not bothered either way. She has her body, and they’ll always be takers. But what happens as… Read more

  • Flip Side

      A dirty blonde with quick wrists collapses under the weight of her own vanity as somewhere in an English field the birds quit their singing just long enough for me to catch my breath. She’s slender, too slender some would say, but every time she undresses my throat tightens, and I wouldn’t want her… Read more

  •   Honey the cat was hanging around work today, so I purchased a sausage from the canteen and gave it to her as a treat. Taking it outside to the smoking shelter, I tore it in half and waited for her while sipping a cup of tea and having a smoke. Appearing a few minutes… Read more

  • All of Me

      As she’s lying on her side recalling the faces of everyone she’s ever slept with, I’m stood looking out the window imagining what it would feel like to be on the other side of the horizon. All those lights that shimmer as they’ve done so many times over the years, and not once have… Read more