“One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.”

Maureen Medved
The Tracey Fragments

All the deadly sins…

July 31, 2015


He grinned. “I was trying to remember all the deadly sins the other day,” he said. “Greed, envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry…”

“I’m pretty sure irony isn’t a deadly sin.”

“I’m pretty sure it is.”

“Lust,” she said. “Lust is a deadly sin.”

“And spanking.”

“I think that falls under lust.”

“I think it should have its own category,” said Jace. “Greed, envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry, lust, and spanking.”

Cassandra Clare
City of Lost Souls


“I generally avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it.”

Mae West


July 31, 2015


The meaning was lost.
Surrounded by colour, pattern, and Shape,
she moved, touched wood, velvet, skin,
skin, she waited for meaning to return.

She saw herself in the mirror,
pressed cheek to cheek against glass,
searched for a word;
cold; cold, she said inside her head,
the word-thought struck sharply.
She looked at her other self,
the glass cold hands held out, spread flat.
She smiled and smiled back –
she smiled and smiled back.
The answer was found; the difference.
“Me and her” – “her and me”,
hands touching hands.

A bridge built from the nothing of empty
touch to the acceptance of it.
Hands; flesh, blood, bones, outlined
by type, location and function.
She liked the symmetry, the life
maps sketched by genetics –
hands; hands, she said inside her head.
Hands were good at making noise;
playing the piano, clapping and tapping,
tapping, tapping; the tapping let her know
when she disappeared,
that she was still there.

She looked at herself,
moved away from the mirror
(leaving her in there on her own), knowing
that it was coming back to meaning that hurt.

Grace Gauld


He lashed the belt against my ass again, and I was starting to feel like I was some supernatural being that was more than he was. He was just human, but I felt like something from heaven, an angel from the stars, that had come down to grace him with my presence.

How beautiful lust is, when it makes you feel this way. Have you felt this yourself, do you know what I mean?”

Fiona Thrust
Naked and Sexual

Summoning spirits…

July 31, 2015


Be forewarned: in these pages you will discover methods of communicating with the dead, taming an errant lover, summoning spirits, handcrafting magic tools, and tips for creating magic mirrors and rings—including the one that allegedly gave Helen of Troy her seductive power. I will tell you upfront, however, this book does not contain that sole word of power, guaranteed to stop the sun and fullfill your every desire.

Judika Illes
The Element Encyclopaedia of 1000 Spells


Only the old stopping train tells me
when to get up and open the door.
A young man follows, already
the giver of unwanted attention.
We sway together before the train finally halts.

The station’s closed and empty
expecting only to be passed by.
The rain’s hard and dark.
There’s a small gate to a small car-park.
I walk like a boxer, like a dyke
until the man recedes into his own small car.

I wait for my lift, my back to the night.
A dogging wind slobbers at my coat.
One station notched here on a rail;
one light on a chain of dimming lights
stretched right down to the sea.
Around dark houses sit with their own significance.
The sky doesn’t change.
My own headlights take a long time coming.

Bridget Hobbs


See her squirm in the half light. Dee’s hand on her plump thigh, thumb and forefinger pinching mercilessly. The pain is persistent but Gabby doesn’t cry out because she knows Dee will pinch harder if she does.

So she stands there thinking about the pain and wondering when it will stop and if it does what Dee will replace it with? What new torment?

Dee pinches harder anyway, the severity of the compression turning the soft skin roseate, almost purple. ‘How do ya like that, bitch?’ she asks. ‘I’m going to do it to your slut slit next…’

Her victim looks at the ceiling, breathing slowly, carefully. Eyes watering up, red rimmed with pain. Her nipples are hard as hell. ‘Whatever pleases my lady,’ she says quietly.

And Dee releases the fold of flesh on Gabby’s thigh and pinches instead between her legs. She has a good chunk of feminine flesh between thumb and forefinger. She starts twisting it.

My penis is growing, throbbing.

Gabby turns her head to one side, teeth clenched against the pain.

Dee pinches, twists, let’s go. Scratches lightly. Then she grips with all her fingers, twisting one of the folds of flesh, Gabby’s meaty labia majus, twisting it viciously back from the mons pubis, leaving the clitoral glans pinkly exposed. With her free hand she reaches for the labia minora, separates them so that I can see the vulval vestibule and the wetness running out of Gabby.

‘Start wanking,’ she tells me. I, of course, obey immediately.

Dee thrusts some fingers inside Gabby. She fingers her roughly. Calls her a dirty bitch because she’s so wet down there. And Gabby’s body tenses in anticipation of the wave of pleasure she knows will come soon.

‘Bring that cock here,’ Dee commands and again I obey. She grips it hard in her fist and rubs it up and down Gabby’s vagina. The lips open either side of the swollen head. Gabby looks away but my cock enters her, the base still tightly gripped by Dee who grinds it in. I feel Gabby stiffen, muscles tense. She comes with this shrill little yelp…and I thrust right up inside her standing there…

Later I simulate a rape on Dee while Gabby watches. No restraints. I just hold her down by the wrists, let her struggle beneath me on the floor as I thrust hard into her. ‘No, please…’ Gasping, pleading. Me sucking at her tits as I rape her, gripping her hips. Like a fucking pneumatic drill between widespread legs. And Gabby all the time egging me on…Dee finally coming on the strength of a particularly cruel, deep thrust.

‘Anyone for a mug of brandy and hot chocolate?’ Gabby asks afterwards.

‘Yes, please, lover.’ Dee’s impish grin as she wedges a wad of Kleenex between her thighs. ‘I think we’ve all earned one of those…’

‘Me too,’ I mumbled, glad of any chance to rest awhile.


July 31, 2015


I Didn’t realise…

July 30, 2015