Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

DamnedLovers

  • Phantasm

      Between your legs and between your dreams, I’m as lost as I ever was. Between the walls, this summer heat causes us to swim in each other’s sweat but the sense of intimacy it brings outweighs the drawbacks a million times over. Sliding down the length of your body I suckle your breast while… Read more

  • She wanted to go back to that night when they talked whole night on her yard. They talked about their future and past. For the first time, it felt like he was a part of her. Their was no distance between them, that night their hearts were beating at the same pace and for the […]… Read more

  •   Behind my eyes and upon the tip of my tongue, there are fish fingers and half-empty bottles of vodka along with those little cakes with the soft centres in them. French Fancies, I think they’re called. Once dated a girl who liked being fed them during the act of intercourse. It was alright, I… Read more

  • A Place on the Hill

      In the warehouse at work, someone had spilt what looked and smelled like lavender fabric softener on the floor. In a quiet corner away from others, I stood there and breathed in its scent and within seconds was taken back to a time and place from my youth. Closing my eyes, it pulled me… Read more

  •   You, me and the sky beneath our feet. You and I and the damp bed sheets that just get in the way of what we’ve been meaning to say for so long now. If it doesn’t involve madness and a sense of unbecoming, it’s not worth it. If it doesn’t leave us not knowing… Read more

  • Gotta Light?

      While she’s sleeping, I creep to a place they tell me not to go. On tip toes, I salivate at the thought of what awaits me there. The other place. The bad place. The place where I give in and let them have me without shame. Addictions. Obsessions. The lust for flesh, and the… Read more

  • Witchy Woman

      By the brook in the dark of night, we wash the soil from our hands and spit blood from our mouths. It mixes with the cold running water so that we are with nature again, and when we kiss, we taste birth and death and wine and all those dreams they told us not… Read more

  • You monsters who steal the voices of those with more to say than you’re capable of understanding. But, then, if I never experienced it, I would never know how to step up against it all, right? Maybe it was all part of the whole “experience brings wisdom thing.” Feeling like a fresh picked Granny Smith, […]… Read more

  •   Bodies in the rain that shift and change while you’re too busy checking your phone in the hope that some major disaster has occurred. If war has been declared, does it mean I won’t have to go to work tomorrow? I do hope so. But then they’ll be anarchy and people will become more… Read more

  • Black Lodge

      It’s movie night. There’s wine and pizza. At first, I’m kinda aroused and fiddle with myself while touching her up, but then I become giddy and need to step outside. Outside, there’s noise from drunken kids hanging out on the corner of the street and a light rain that’s beginning to fall that makes… Read more