Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • Electricity

      Inside her belly, there are three thousand tiny dolphins that swim so ferociously that they tickle her to the brink of orgasm whenever the urge takes hold. When the moment arrives, she sighs with her mouth wide open and drops to her knees as I inspect the cuts that run the length of her… Read more

  • Saturday

      It’s Saturday night, and the two of us are sat downtown in some bar. We got a taxi because of the rain, although we still got drenched while skipping down the street on the way to the cinema. Wearing black tights to show off her slender legs, every opportunity I got, my hands slid… Read more

  • Smell Yourself

      You can see it in those eyes. That desperate longing to be accepted by a world that would much rather forget. It’s like she can only exist in the gaze of another. It’s kinda sad, but I’m not bothered either way. She has her body, and they’ll always be takers. But what happens as… Read more

  • Flip Side

      A dirty blonde with quick wrists collapses under the weight of her own vanity as somewhere in an English field the birds quit their singing just long enough for me to catch my breath. She’s slender, too slender some would say, but every time she undresses my throat tightens, and I wouldn’t want her… Read more

  • Cats + Journal + Words

      Honey the cat was hanging around work today, so I purchased a sausage from the canteen and gave it to her as a treat. Taking it outside to the smoking shelter, I tore it in half and waited for her while sipping a cup of tea and having a smoke. Appearing a few minutes… Read more

  • All of Me

      As she’s lying on her side recalling the faces of everyone she’s ever slept with, I’m stood looking out the window imagining what it would feel like to be on the other side of the horizon. All those lights that shimmer as they’ve done so many times over the years, and not once have… Read more

  • Black Cherry

      Returning home drunk, I collapse on my bed and listen to Aphex Twin. Lighting a smoke and switching on my laptop, someone’s sent me of a video showing the aftermath of some woman having her face chewed off by a dog. Or it could be that she was high on bath salts and sliced… Read more

  • Neon Jesus

      There was a cute girl serving behind the bar. In possession of a body full of tattoos and a head of luscious curls, she was beautiful and bland at the same time. Her name was Estelle, and those big brown eyes of hers were so seductive she gave me the itch almost immediately, the… Read more

  • Prisoners

      Shaving her sex in lukewarm bathwater, I close the curtains and am pleased with what I see. With nowhere to hide, she wriggles from my grasp and moves with grace as I stumble in the midst of a hangover. Spreading behind my skull, the terror of existence wipes me out, and as I convalesce… Read more

  • Dead Flowers

      There’s safety in embrace, and yet these bones require something more. From biting mouths to the sticky dancefloor, we dive through the mass of drunken idiots we no longer wish to be a part of. This place doesn’t suit us, so we down one last drink and disappear as someone spills the blood of… Read more