Category Archives: Sexuality

Like BLOOD, Like Honey or The Things I’ll Do For A Pretty Face

Morning. Single-digit AM. I’ve been fighting monsters for the last half hour. Kill the red spikey one ONLY to impress the busty nurse floating on an oversized syringe. She’s a real-life blood drawing nurse, ya know. You should feel honoured to be in her presence.

I’m playing Killer is Dead.

“She Will” by Savages is playing in my headphones.
that good time loving harlot…

I’ve failed my task enough times to break out the music. This is now a task that I will repeat until the kinetic rhythm embeds itself into my muscle memory.

She will she will she will she will… crones the vocalist in my ear. I’ll still be there in ten minutes. Still failing yet refusing to give up. The busty nurse is still unimpressed. Continue reading Like BLOOD, Like Honey or The Things I’ll Do For A Pretty Face

battlefield.

sometimes when i am a lover i am a fighter
a punch, kick, slap, biter
sometimes when i love
i am a lover in violence
sometimes when we play
i am king, she is queen, she is princess
sometimes when we play
she is queen, i am prince, i am princes
sometimes when we dance we tread upon intention
knees kiss earth
her kisses held in tension
sometimes when i am a lover i am animal
lips, neck, breasts, legs
i am cannibal.

TWENTY ONE.

I can never hurt him. I throw my fists at him, kick him, swear and yell until my chest is stinging with sharp agony. Nothing. He stands and laughs in the haze of half memory, looking down upon me. His arms are against my shoulders, knees to my legs and his body pinning down mine. I’m slip my shoulder. I ‘m going to take my swing. One last ti–

“GODDAMMITTHATFUCKINHURT!” I wake up sitting straight up in bed, fist outstretched, shoulder hot with anger and pain. Cass is straddling me, face turned away, hands grasping at her jaw trying to contain the pain. “Damn, V. You could have just told me you didn’t want to get up.” She turns back to me and her expression softens. “Having the dream again?”

“I think so. But who knows, maybe my body was just reacting to you trying to rape me.” She smirks at me and I grab her wrists and twist her under me. “Shame on you, trying to take advantage of a girl while she sleeps. I think maybe I should show you what it feels like.” She mockingly mouths horror at the idea before slipping out of my grip, collapsing me on my side and punching me in the boob as she rolls out of bed.

“Nice try, Evangeline, but last time I checked you didn’t have the equipment, or the balls to do it.”

She slips into the hall and I give chase, following her to the kitchen where breakfast is have laid on the table. “Neutral ground!” she sputters from the other side.

“Uh-huh.”

I pin her between my arms against the counter, rattling the sugar jar as I press my forehead against her and lock my gaze onto her sky blue eyes.

“If you two are going to waste my effort making your mornings incredible, at least behave yourself for a moment so I can get some sugar for my tea, yeah?”

Cass peeks out from behind me as I turn my head to see Jean steeping a bag of earl gray with a look of amusement. He moves to grab the sugar jar behind us but Cass intercepts him, hopping back onto the counter while simultaneously moving her arm into his way then wrapping her legs around me to ensure I can’t clear his path. Jean I exchange looks and she moves in for the kill, nibbling at his neck. He clamps her down between his neck and shoulder before moving away. “Sweet,” he remarks before smirking and raising his hand to reveal a sugar cube, then plopping it into his tea and taking a long, exaggerate sip. “Now let’s eat, hmm?”

We sit down, with Cass serving up the dishes while forcing me back to my seat while I try to help.
“Cass, I’ve been living her for a half year already. You don’t need to keep treating me like a guest.”
“Maybe I like spoiling you. Ever think of that?”

She makes sure to lay down heaps of bacon and waffles in front of me.

“You seriously think I’m going to eat all of this?”

“You can certainly afford to,” she sneers, pinching my arm. “You’re skin and bones.”

“Maybe my frame can take it, but my poor heart won’t.”

She leans in and sets her hand on my chest. “I’ll just have to be sure to give it a tough workout.” My heart jumps. A playful look flickers from her eyes and into the golden light reflecting off her hair. I can’t help but glance down her shirt at her breasts. She catches me and I blush.

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twenty one years, three months.

Over three months ago, before my  twenty second birthday, I came up with an idea for a story that dealt with some subjects I keep a bit close to my heart.

Initially, I wanted to create something full of dialogue in order to work on what I perceive to be a weakness of mine. In order to this I needed to populate the story with a few characters to interact with each other, as opposed to the more introspective or intimate character dramas I tend to focus on. As I created these characters and their situations I started to veer towards topics in my subconscious, bringing them out consciously to create a subtext to the story that I didn’t initially set out to create. The end result is a story focusing on a twenty one year old girl, her unorthodox living situation, and her interactions with the people around her. I specifically wrote the character from a female point of view because I’ve always felt uncomfortable doing so. That said, I didn’t want to simply write a character and make then slap her gender on. I didn’t want to create a story that focused entirely on the aspect of her either. What I wanted was simply to create a story with a dialogue around the character that would also give some insight into what it was like to live as her.

I eschewed a lot of the more detailed and poetic language that I typically use as well. It felt unnatural to do so if I was speaking from a character’s point of view. I used simple descriptions of actions, attempting to make them as direct as I could, and left out statements that I felt gave to much insight into a character’s mind or state instead opting to attempt to make that clear through the dialogue. While I’m unsure if I was able to create an illusion of personality for each character, the end result does feel much more eventful and interactive than my typical work.

The full version should be up within the day, or the next.

erotica: blinds


part one.

the shower performs an irregular rhythm across my skin. i listen as it fades into the growing hum around my ears, letting it soak my into me as it slicks my bangs across my closed eyelids. i focus on each breath, losing them in the hum. opening my eyes, i am greeted by the slivers of light that creep in beneath the door and dance through the screen and onto the streams traveling across my skin.

heavy-hearted, i breathe in the steam, the heat growing denser inside me. i hold the breath, contemplating trapping it within me, before i finally let it go. i collapse sideways into the wall, hoping the hot water will last long enough to cradle me into unconsciousness.

it is warm. it is dark.
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Big camera. Strong flash: Thoughts on “A Snake of June”

“Don’t you have to follow your passion?”
A Snake of June begs the question.

A Snake of June
Director: Shinya Tsukamoto
Written by: Shinya Tsukamoto
Running time: 77 minutes
Language: Japanese

Stitched together from the mind of Japanese auteur Shinya Tsukamoto, A Snake of June is a psychosexual drama that roughly shares territory with Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut. Tsukamoto’s pulsing, excruciating style drives the movie, taking long breaths to draw out the agonizing sequences of tension.
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