feeling of being used

March 18, 2018


So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.

Hermann Hesse

always safe in here

March 18, 2018

And all the shelves rising up around her like book-lined walls of a fortress, safe in here, always safe in here from the world, guarded by books and all the secrets inside them, all the things hardly anyone else will ever care to learn.

Caitlín R. Kiernan

Sucking on Your Cock

March 18, 2018

There is nothing more that I would love to do to you,
Something that I know that you would also want me to do,
Than to take my hot, wet mouth and wrap it all around you tight,
And suck on your hardness until morning light,
Playfully flicking my tongue across the tip,
Waiting eagerly for that pre cum so that I can sip,
Doing my very best to take you all the way to the back of my throat,
Oh…if feels so fucking good don’t it,
Placing my hands around you firmly as I begin to suck,
Imagining how I wish your hard cock I will get the chance to fuck,
But for now I will continue to do what I do best,
What’s that, you say that you wanna put it on my chest,
No, no Mr. I want to swallow every last little bit,
I have had a craving for your cum I have to admit,
I feel your cock begin to get harder and more pronounced,
I think about your hard dick that I soon will sit upon and bounce,
Ahhh, you are getting ready to cum,
I cannot wait until I get to taste some,
Cum on baby, blow your thickness all inside my mouth you know you can’t hold it anymore,
Cum on let me be your cum guzzling whore!


Pain & Pleasure

March 18, 2018

I can feel every cave in your paradise,
I know every wisp of smoke in your memory
I can catch my breath
on the back of your neck
and I want to keep you
forever warm.

We’re not just touching
we’re exploring
the colours wrapped in
a wheel of me and you.

You pull me up the slope
all I can see is hands and skin and thundering need

Your torture rises to my peak
Our sounds dip and curve to the beat
Our pleasure, our pain
is the kingdom we’ve won
sheer desire we both welcome
with open arms.

We are each other’s cracks and
bleeding weaknesses,
we lift each other up
on pure sinful wings
And after all we’re breathless

We rise as one, crash to earth,
our bodies glittering with the chaos between us

Together we are everything,
we are nothing,
tangled in each other
and breathing for each other
and gasping for everything we could be

we are so much more now.

Maya Hanson


March 18, 2018

Snow is both sides of the same page
It covers the grave and the tulip
It holds the heat in and reflects it back
While falling it hides your passage
When finished it documents your path

Richard L. Ratliff

You would become a sultry verse
in this anthology of every day
lodged between the rush and
vacancy of broken hearts
and anguished limbs…

Day Closes

March 17, 2018

Across the lake
wind ripples
choppy waves
like goose bumps
thrilling over
my skin.
On shore
ducks flap wings
in a feathery applause.
Aspen leaves giggle,
like children
supposed to be asleep,
and a cricket chirps
the sunset
into basic black
trailing like a whiff
of lilac before closure.

Diane Webster

drunk out of his skull

March 17, 2018

Dr Who

Well, yeah, I was (a fan of Dr Who). I watched it since it started, and I didn’t actually like the first Dr Who, William Hartnell, because he used to be in The Army Game where he was a barking sergeant major, and I couldn’t help seeing him as this barking sergeant major, but in a different suit! I liked Patrick Troughton better, because he was sort of fey and he started to bring that oddness into the character. I didn’t like Jon Pertwee, because he was again a bit too posh, and I really liked Tom Baker. I sort of knew him; I met him once or twice, usually in a pub, and usually drunk out of his skull on 50 valium and a pint of scotch, and ad-libbing like fuck. And it’s wonderful to watch the shows and know that all the other actors are just completely at sea because he hasn’t given them their cue line, he’s just come up with actually a better line, usually. So that was my favourite, like many people I suppose, and I still like him as an actor. I’ve got this sort of secret ambition: I did a book called Mother London and there’s a character in it called Josef Kiss, and he’d make an absolutely perfect Josef Kiss. So the only reason I’d want them to make a movie or a radio thing or anything is just so I can get Tom Baker in to play Josef Kiss.

Michael Moorcock
Interview with Ben Graham for The Quietus 22nd November 2010