This piece was written as a companion piece to As Is Custom. They are, as it were, set in the same parallel universe. WARNING: this story contains themes of incest and non-consent. Please use your best judgement when deciding whether … Continue reading
WARNING: this story contains themes of non-consent. The teacup clinked against the saucer as he set it down on Mrs Davrill’s oak end table. He pursed his lips and dabbed them with the corner of his napkin, smiling amicably at … Continue reading
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation ~ Mason Cooley Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all; ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all … Continue reading
To read Part I click here. To read Part II click here. Standing barefoot, for the first time in six days, outside his cabin, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my rapidly heaving chest. My hand raised to … Continue reading
To read Part I click here. At six o’clock the next morning I awoke with a start – as I had every couple of hours throughout the night – and knew my time for sleep was over. My body was … Continue reading
“Turn one spoke to starboard.” I turned the wheel sharply to the right and heard a hiss as the First Mate sucked the air in through his teeth. I kept still, listening intently, but he was silent for a moment. … Continue reading
Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us ~ Peter De Vries In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision ~ Italo Calvino Lying dreamy in the midst of silken cushions and … Continue reading
To greed, all nature is insufficient ~ Seneca He who is greedy is always in want ~ Horace She lay, glistening white, on our marriage bed. Eyed me as I moved, dark with lust, distraught at not knowing how to … Continue reading
That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided. ~ Horace Out of passions grow opinions; mental sloth lets these rigidify into convictions ~ Friedrich Nietzsche Under the slow sun, fresh breezes from the river kept us cool. We lay … Continue reading
Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn’d ~ William Congreve The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves ~ John … Continue reading
