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

Tilting her head back, Meeko growled at the ceiling spitting out more words in her native tongue. They sounded as natural as sorrow, and yet in each breath, there was enough violence to keep us both on edge. Lifting her shirt, I moved my hands across her body as if I were tracing a passage… Read more

Running my fingers through Meeko’s hair, the breeze coming through the window had the scent of cherry blossom to it. When it met my lips, it was a strawberry kiss, and as I placed that kiss on Meeko’s whispery, pink lips, she said something under her breath—a mumbled word or two in Japanese. She only… Read more

With my ear pressed against the door of my neighbours’ apartment, I could hear the girl sobbing from somewhere inside. There was a raised, muffled voice, presumably belonging to the guy, followed by the slamming of a door. The sobbing momentarily ceased before resuming, albeit somewhat softer. “What are you doing?” Jumping out of my… Read more