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Persephone in Reverse

On the cusp of spring, a descent.

I find myself bound to you again. Five-leaved ivy vines circle my wrists and thighs, for I am Persephone in reverse, abdicating the lengthened light while pursuing your longer shadow. "Is this not what you wanted?" Your voice, low and mocking as you lead me to my new abode: a cave, temperate-cool, awash in silence clinging and cruel. Time is suspended in this gloaming. With a turn of your wrist, you channel me through cen...

Night Nurse

A mysterious angel comes to visit every night while I try to remember who I am.

For what seemed like an eternity, I couldn’t see anything but darkness. Slowly returning to consciousness, I could hear people talking, along with a clinical beeping. “Easy there doctor, he’s coming to,” a female voice spoke. A male answered, “Adjust his oxygen, give him more anesthesia. He’s fucked up, he’ll be in severe pain if he comes to.” Blackness again, without dreams. Just deep, deep sleep. I awoke, unaware of how...

The Wrong Island

A mistake in transportation leads to mysterious adventure.

Jordan was a half mile up the gravel road before he realized that something was wrong. He had felt it as soon as he got off the ferry, because what was supposed to be an island with shops and hotels and a historic fort just looked like a gravel parking lot. But Jordan was a college student on vacation, and the area was unfamiliar to him. The entire idea of ferries and islands was unfamiliar to him. So when he walked off t...

Paris

Emily Bloom visits Paris.

The shop fronts streamed past while our taxi made its way through the streets of Paris. We were on our way to what Emily described as an adult circus. She had a friend who was involved with the event and was able to get us prime tickets and it was all very hush hush. Emily gave me a cheeky smile as our eyes met. “Don’t worry, this is going to great!” she reassured me with a wicked smile. My eyes strayed down her long neck...

Surrealism

If this was a painting...

Alabaster skin met with classical smooth curves' artistryThe essence of predawn crystallized in a single tear on a mask of cobalt blue, chartreuse irises gazed beyond with heated pleasure. Silvery stardust lined the waves of midnight curls that framed her face,a patch darker still crowned the silken petals of her sex.Elizabethan collar fanned thickly around a peacock's neck, matching skirt cinched high above legs poised i...

After Françoise left, I lay back and relaxed thinking about the past, the future, everything. Having such an in depth conversation with Jemima had made me realise how uncertain life is. “Hey Kiddo!” I almost jumped out of my skin at the sudden and unexpectedly cheerful greeting. “How ya doin'?” “Doctor Harlow! You scared me half to death!” I admonished the suave middle aged man standing in the doorway. “Aww, hey, shorry s...

Pronounce You

Love and marriage in the Post-Modern world

Ethics, this is the slutI told you aboutBlush summons sentenceServed knee-high I can tellShe’s never bent this far BeforeAlice wears brief skirtsWeighs the legal optionsVermont Sodom ThunderWonderStudent debt and studded collarGo-go justice prefers house music arrestBottled brunettesLatex and fishnetsPrime pills and pumping fistJury-rigged troth's still better than noneThreeways thrice excel being oneYour heart's cell kno...

Light. Not sunlight. Vivid neon colors pulsing, pounding, fragmenting and fracturing, every color, blending madly, floating past, sometimes at impossible speeds before coming to a sudden halt. “Where?” Books fluttered past, pages opened like butterflies, words lifting like bees, buzzing around her head, letters spinning, cutting grooves in her flesh, lodging in her skin, some with faces, screaming obscenities, warning her...

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She spoke with her hands, letting them flutter like anxiousbirds, her lips shaping words, each as silent as the snow that settled on her shoulders, covered her bare toes, turned her dark hair white. Above her the sun stared off into the distance, its black fur swallowing its own light, its kitten face smiling as it dreamed of balls of yarn and tasseled ribbons and tasty fish, or perhaps it was just waiting for the moon to...

Our Parallel Universe

Inspired of late, and written for a friend, a very special one x

You were always there, waiting in the wings of my mind.Long before you were conceived I thought of you, longed for you, toyed with creating you.Out of nowhere, you made yourself real, embryonic in my brain. A fantasy conceived, yet to be realised.With care and nurture, our dream developed - more vivid, more realistic, more erotic than my imagination ever afforded.Mind games echoing their tune, over and over; make me real,...

Unloading For Mom

He helps Mom unload, then she helps him unload (part 3 of The Morning I Ran Out Of Tissues).

I'd been feeling really good lately, sort-of on cloud 9. There's something about getting laid well and often that really makes a guy feel alive, y'know? Anyhow, I was hanging out in the living room playing some video games and listening to music, having a good old time, when I heard my Mom come in from the Garage and from the sound of it she was carrying some plastic bags. That meant she'd been to the store, and that mean...

Doing Sis A Favor

After her help with my problem, I help Sis with hers (a sequel to The Morning I Ran Out Of Tissue)

For days the feeling of my cock in my Sister Michelle’s mouth haunted me. I just couldn’t get it out of my mind. The way she had solved my little problem with the tissue shortage had been completely unexpected, and totally marvelous. Funny, I had grown up with my little Sister and my Mom running around nude half the time, showing me and Dad all their considerable charms, and even felt free to jerk off around them, and yet...

The Morning I Ran Out of Tissue

Sis helps big brother before school.

Being 19 years old, I work a part time pizza delivery gig at night, but kinda sleep in during the day. Unfortunately, my 18 year old sister still has to go to school, and every morning when she gets up she plays music while she’s getting ready. She also stomps around pretty good, so it’s not uncommon that she wakes me up in the morning. I just lay there most mornings, and wait for her to go off to school before I nod back...

Charcoal

A little something about longing, but from my twisted mind.

"I'll show you." she said.Her voice touching the bare walls of the room."I'll touch you." she whispered.Breathing out another promise as her first words shattered into the empty spaces.The cold floor against my feet.Warmth spread out through the empty room, up the cracks of the ceiling and joined me as she put a finger to her lips."Shhh!" she commanded.I was all still, watching her, imagining you"The walls have ears, they...