Category: Fiction

Another Me

28 May 2018

(This is an old writing from 2013 that I rediscovered and really liked. It’s a bit dark as it explores the psychological stuff of my relationship with BDSM, you have been warned.) At his orders, I made another me. It wasn’t difficult to do. One night I dreamt of her and when I woke up […]

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I Wonder

17 May 2018

I wonder if you were to stand on your head and spread your legs, would I be able to breed mosquito larvae in a stagnant pool of water in your cunt? Would all the blood gone to your head permanently altar the chemistry of your internals? Would you forget your times tables and proper etiquette […]

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Oh Baby!

1 December 2016

“It’s a girl!” Exclaimed Adele Jones, a 53-year-old midwife whose hobbies were feminist yarn bombing and masturbating to the comments section of K–Pop videos on YouTube. Baby Katniss’s eyes shot open and she spoke in a voice as clear as vodka. “Bitch, your breath reeks like a Ziploc bag full of rotten mince, you been […]

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Brenda’s Tiny Cage

25 November 2016

One day, Brenda woke up in a tiny cage. “Good morning Brenda, you are in a tiny cage” explained a disembodied voice. “But why?” Brenda asked as she rubbed her bleary eyes. “You are trapped,” the voice continued, ignoring Brenda’s question “and if there is any way of escaping, we’re not going to tell you […]

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Company

12 October 2015

Her skin is lumpy, her limbs asymmetrical and her breasts disproportionately large. The stitches he has sewn are inexpert so when he presses down on her, her seams start to split and the plastic bags she has been stuffed with rustle. Utilising a permanent marker he has carefully, lovingly sketched her eyes that look like […]

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The Vlogger

12 February 2015

“I don’t go out anymore” she tells the camera “I’ve watched way too many people die.” She adjusts the camera which she has sitting on a small, tabletop tripod. For a moment the autofocus shifts to a painted landscape hanging on the wall behind her, then back to her face. “The last time I stepped […]

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Dust

12 February 2015

Flickering candlelight illuminates silicone tits, shaved cunts, oversized cocks and beautiful faces bespattered with thick cum. The only sound is the gentle buzzing of a bullet vibrator, her orgasm is mute as the sound of her own voice is too jarring in this almost absolute silence. Approximately five months after they all disappeared, she took […]

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Her

12 February 2015

Her skin looks as if it is stretched taut across her frame but when you touch it, it is almost too soft, as if under the thin layer of epidermis, she is made entirely of spreadable cream cheese. She smells a little like bubblegum and a lot like bleach. Your touch causes her eyes to […]

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