It’s been a couple of years since I last visited Bethany, and the guilt at having not been up there since is one I can’t shake off. Not going to her resting place puts me in an uneasy state of being, and yet the idea of visiting her leaves me feeling cold. Despite the passing… Read more

  Restless and drunk, she sulks as I give her a piggyback up the biggest hill in town. Pressing her breasts against my shoulder blades, I pretend not to notice, but deep inside I’m loving every second. She moans and groans and pulls my hair, but despite another flash of her temper, she’s as perfect… Read more

  Between the pages of a book, a frayed photograph of her in the nude slides out and falls to my feet. Like a leaf, it twists this way and that before the image of her smile looks up and belittles my best attempts at not caring. It’s Sunday, and I’m indoors, but then I… Read more

  The age of internal apocalypse, and the scandal of undressed angels. Whatever gets you off is fine by me, just as long as I get to see you scream in bliss at the end of it. Time’s arrow is never straight, for the faces that leave always reappear when you least expect them. Failure… Read more

  Bodies that resemble heavenly effigies; they gyrate like flames as my mouth opens and closes without saying a word. This one, in particular, she moves in tandem with the waves of subconscious desires that flood my senses. I want to see everything she has, but as lush as her charms may be, they’re as… Read more

  There’s no me, and there’s no you, either. There’s certainly no love. Sometimes there’s lust, but without question, there’s not one ounce of passion. There’s a desire to fit in and to mirror the rest, but underneath it all, we’re just faking it until it’s time to go home to the great gig in… Read more

  I’m nightcrawling, but I’m not sure what for. It could be my coyote eyes, or perhaps these bones that cause me to dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands whenever there’s a pretty girl nearby. The stinging lasts for days, even when I take her in the elevator of our apartment block- the… Read more

  Stood in a swimming pool masturbating over the memory of some cute blonde who had a penchant for taken from behind, someone tells me that fifty people have been shot dead in a gay bar in Orlando. They also call me a pervert, but that’s neither here nor there. Finishing myself off, I swim… Read more

  Cherry girl with hips on fire; Cherry girl with lips that suck the life right out of me. Eyes red from crying, a bosom pressed against my chest to stop me from losing my temper is all it takes to placate my fears. And what a black temper you’ve got, Stephen. What a wicked… Read more