On her back with her arms stretched out above her head, she lightly snores then wakes a few minutes later to find me observing her nude limbs like the voyeur I am. The mattress is soggy, and she squirms about giving me the evols. Lighting a cigarette, I go to speak, but the words don’t… Read more

Thrashing around at my cruel touch, she arches her back as if in pain, and as the sound of flowing water rings in my ears the same as the sound of the wind chimes rattling behind her ribcage, the nature of her muffled cries tells me it’s almost time. Her moans are subdued, partly due… Read more

Even though she doesn’t want me to speak, I can’t help but spit words into her ear. Some she hears, while others are distorted as the ever-increasing crackle of electricity fries her mushy, mess of a brain. The electricity rises from her clit up the length of her spine before flowering inside her jigsaw piece… Read more

A clear liquid dribbles down the inside of her thighs the same as the two streams of saliva that dribble from the corners of her mouth. The saliva is thick with blueberry muffin. Licking it from her chin, I taste not food but obsession. The obsession of wishing not only to devour her body but… Read more

With the muffin within licking distance of her searching mouth, I keep it agonisingly out of reach. She plays the game well, yet soon grows frustrated. When it goes on for too long, and she’s about to erupt into a ball of fleshy fury, I let her get in another lick. Each taste from each… Read more

She gasps and sticks her tongue out, tonguing some invisible entity by my left ear. Looking out the corner of my eye, I see nothing, but to her, there’s something there. It infuriates her. Perhaps it’s some lingering demon from her childhood, or the spectre of an ex-lover she wishes dead—it’s hard to say. Baring… Read more

As I moved from her navel to her left breast in search of a new taste, she sensed the faraway look on my face. I always had a faraway look on my face, but not usually during sex. Not that I was aware of, anyhow. “What are you thinking about?” she frowned. Greedily suckling her… Read more

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