He likes to make me cry. I don’t mean with pain – which he likes as well – but by making life difficult; making life overwhelmingly complex. He likes me emotionally torn. He likes me confused and upset. He likes … Continue reading
It was natural, the way they fit, fingers slipping between fingers, laced and held, between my hip and hers. I wondered at the space between us, how the curved indent of my waist must mirror the curved indent of her … Continue reading
This piece was written for and first heard at an Erotic Meet event at The Green Carnation in Soho on 3rd February 2012 with Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues, my first live reading. Mainstream bookstores irritated her. Shelves of Shakespeare, … Continue reading
As she fell through the front door she could feel the paranoia in the back of her mind, tapping at her insecurities; she was certain she had left it too long. Now in the privacy of her own home Milly … Continue reading
Also available as audio on The (It Girl. Rag Doll) Podcast Episode 2: Sunshine & Narcissism. Written because I adore the words “narcissistic dacryphilia”. She sat and her face swam into view before her, reflected back by the mirror she … Continue reading
I woke up, feeling my eyelids stretch – impossibly – to let in light, but the scent, the smell, the intoxicating fumes in the, relatively, small room infused my senses first. I love this smell. No matter how rank, how … Continue reading
WARNING: this piece contains themes of rape. Please use your own judgement in deciding whether to read on. Thick arms enclose me, wrap around my dream-slender frame, and pull me in, possessively. My forehead cracks revulsion. I do not want … Continue reading
His eyes glittered – mischievous and meticulous – in the dim light. She lowered her book and looked down at him, sat at the end of their bed, between her pink toenailed feet. Their relationship was comfortable, warm, close. She … Continue reading
It wasn’t a new idea. It was one I’d seen pass across his eyes as he gazed at me, one he’d whispered in my ear in humid darkness, one he’d pencilled in his study. Of course, it was not to … Continue reading
Darling, I didn’t want to wake you, but I need to run something by you before you go to work… I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About our marriage. About our home… About our sex life. Thank you for … Continue reading
