Author S. K. Nicholas

Working my way up Meeko’s body, I placed my lips upon her navel and sucked out the sweat that had pooled in her pierced crevice. The liquid was as salty as popcorn and reminded me of our first kiss. First or second? I can’t quite remember. I know for sure it was not long after Read more

Squeezing her eyes shut as tight as she could, she worked herself into a frenzy. I wished above all to see the images in her mind; to understand where she went when the lights went out. If she desired, she could read my words, but I had no way of knowing where her dreams took Read more

Over the sound of the tinny drums and searching saxophone blurting from the radio, the amphibious cries emanating from her belly grew more intense the harder she worked herself into a frenzy. Along with the gasps escaping her throat, the room spun around me as if it had turned into a portal transporting me to Read more

The jazz slipping in through the window showed no sign of letting up. Its rhythmic beat seeped through my flesh into my bones, and the more I lusted over Meeko, the more it made me want to fuck her brains out. I wanted to smear them all over the walls creating a Jackson Pollock fit Read more

“Why do they call them bears if they’re not bears?” I asked as she took another bite out of me. “Why don’t you want to fuck?” Hoisting her up in my arms, the beat of a jazz number flowed through the window from somewhere outside. It bebopped against our bodies, causing both her nipples and Read more

The waves inside Meeko’s body came crashing down. They roared as loud as a thunderstorm, and when I raised my head and pressed my ear against her belly, my brain rocked back and forth in my skull as if I’d been sucker punched. The fillings in my teeth shook loose, and whatever idle thoughts I’d Read more

Spreading herself as wide as she could, the sound of wind chimes grew louder. “What do you see?” she asked. Gazing into her, the pinkness of her flesh gave way to a blinding white light. I was mesmerised by it. At first, there was only the light, but as the seconds ticked away, I could Read more

Leaning back in the chair so its front two legs lifted several inches off the uncarpeted floorboards, Meeko presented herself to me without shame. She flowered, and yet she was still a seed waiting to bud—a sapling yearning for its first rainfall—and every occasion she gave herself to me, I grew more and more convinced Read more

Kissing the lips she never kissed with, I watched as Meeko flowered at the tip of my tongue. Gripping the legs of the rickety, wooden chair with both hands, she clenched them until the veins popped out the side of her neck. The thought of all that blood pumping through her made me feel ravenous, Read more