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Tag: Anal-Vore

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Tag: Cruelty

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Tag: Cuddling

Kisses

postcard amelie 18

Carnality carries you through the night and into the morning. By the time Erika has stopped struggling in her filthy prison you are exhausted. You slip into a deep sleep filled with vivid dreams. At one point you awaken covered in sweat from a dream of Amelie. Your soul engulfed hers and she burned bright as you saturated all the pathways of her mind and heart. You tasted her childhood, her joys, her explorations, and you swallowed her terror whole.

Tag: Feeding

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Kisses

postcard amelie 02

Like a wrestler you throw Gemma onto the bed and keep her down with your weight as you spin above her. Your thighs push her head into the duvet, drowning any scream, and your hands isolate her knees and calves, pointing her toes in one convenient, helpless direction. Feet are a necessary evil. You get around them by deepthroating her calves all in one. The resulting kicking and thrashing underneath your belly excites you, makes you keener to put it inside your belly where it belongs.

Kisses

heist, part 1

Feels amazing, huh? So if you won’t let yourself indulge in that way, maybe you need someone to make it happen. Someone desperate, who has to make a few people disappear. Picture it: Night out, friend of a friend introduces you to this guy. Charming, bit jumpy. Workman’s hands, nice glasses, fits his T-shirt well. Later, when everyone’s more drunk than you are, they go trawling for a late-night shame feast.

Tag: Longer

Kisses

postcard amelie 18

Carnality carries you through the night and into the morning. By the time Erika has stopped struggling in her filthy prison you are exhausted. You slip into a deep sleep filled with vivid dreams. At one point you awaken covered in sweat from a dream of Amelie. Your soul engulfed hers and she burned bright as you saturated all the pathways of her mind and heart. You tasted her childhood, her joys, her explorations, and you swallowed her terror whole.

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 1

“I think this will be fun,” Olivia says, pacing over and kissing you on the lips like she has five or six times in as many minutes. She’s just this side of nervous. If you didn’t know better you’d say she was prowling. “Ever since that time with Gemma, when she was inside you and we were together… God, I haven’t been able to get that out of my mind!”

Kisses

postcard amelie 13

You’ve learned a thing or two. The brothers you lured were firmly tied using fabric you shredded from hotel bedsheets, one kept restrained and mute under the increasing heft of your midsection while you tied the other. You felt him try to push you off like a desperate massage and the stomach grumbles that he must have heard up close and personal set him kicking for his life. No avail, though.

Kisses

postcard amelie 12

You know of only one way to make someone like you. And that’s to devour them. Hard to be more like you than when they’re part of you, hugging you as tight as fat beneath your skin. You never got back to sleep. You don’t sleep well unless you’re full, yet here you are with a belly groaning through the final stages of an immense feed still unable to sleep.

Kisses

burnsall 01

After you came to visit me, whatever devil had been driving me seemed to dissipate. We spent the next day together, it being one of those long lazy mornings that turns into evenings, with you appreciating not being required to move your newly acquired bulk too much. Talking, playing games, watching things on your phone—these all were interspersed with long, luxurious tummy rubs, helping ease the growing digestive discomfort as your body worked on the previous day’s meal.

Kisses

a taste part 2

I am a fool. I am so lucky. I watch as your eyes close again, the better to savour what you take from my wrist. Watching your eyelids feels like watching the guillotine fall. I can’t pull away. When I try, your arms feel like iron, and you rock only the tiniest bit. Blood loss fuzzes my motor control, making me feel hot, weak and shaky. Watching the rhythmic pulsing of your throat isn’t helping matters.

Kisses

a taste part 1

It’s been a few days since we’ve seen one another. It’s unusual for me to be absent like this. I’m not great at responding to text messages at the best of times but it takes half a day for me to respond to your check-in. When I text to ask if you can meet me at mine it’s a bit inconvenient. You’re a little annoyed at my disappearing act and you’re considering saying no to teach me a lesson, but my next message piques your curiosity.

Tag: Melancholy

Kisses

postcard amelie 18

Carnality carries you through the night and into the morning. By the time Erika has stopped struggling in her filthy prison you are exhausted. You slip into a deep sleep filled with vivid dreams. At one point you awaken covered in sweat from a dream of Amelie. Your soul engulfed hers and she burned bright as you saturated all the pathways of her mind and heart. You tasted her childhood, her joys, her explorations, and you swallowed her terror whole.

Kisses

flying away

Sometimes you stop me flying away. You recognise the signs. Normally I’m calm, cogent, clever. I look you in the eye and there’s a smile in my body language, if not on my face. When it happens, you listen to me and help me. I think back to one time: I was trying to articulate how the world feels wrong, how nothing builds to anything, how loneliness feels like a Ponzi scheme built into us by an unkind designer.

Kisses

all the world's a stage

I got us opera tickets a while back and have been insufferable since. As the date drew nearer I began spontaneously singing snippets of songs from Carmen and telling you about this one show where the eponymous heroine first appeared on stage in a gorilla suit and did a strip-tease. Even last week I saw you laugh or smile or sing along in response to my joking around, but recently you’ve been more distant, a little sharper.

Kisses

melancholy

I’ve been quiet all morning. We had a wild night last night. You saw my primal side trot out to play and your backside is still tender to the touch. We cuddled in bed, remonstrated about the state in which we left the kitchen, living room and bedroom, and kissed as the rush hour traffic died down outside. But I’m quiet at the sink, mechanically washing up in my accustomed order: glass, plates, ironware, pots, the water starting off so hot the first items on the draining board are dry in seconds.

Tag: Multi-Prey

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Kisses

postcard amelie 09

During the day, Club Deliquesce is like so many clubs on the island: An unassuming two-story building in grey or white rendering, blistered with air-con units and flanked by an electricity substation. During the night, bass seeps from the walls, animating the fairy- and neon-lit front with an insistent form of life as if the earth itself is inviting the queuing supplicants to dance. There is something primal and hallowed about it, if you ignore the giggling hen dos with their dealy-boppers and identical white dresses, the lads groups chanting football songs, and the furtive gentlemen standing by selling glow-sticks and little packets for a reasonable number of Euros.

Kisses

postcard amelie 07

Amelie stops in front of a stall, clutching her breast. The piece that has caught her eye is a simple but massive beach towel, back on white, depicting the branches and roots of the tree of life emerging from the abstract figure of a woman in the trunk. Celtic designs frame it, placing it squarely in the style of a third of the artifacts here. The hippy market, one of many on the island, is a ranging, chaotic, overpriced and overcrowded procession of tat, souvenirs, clothing, wood and leather.

Kisses

frenzy

You wake at 4am with heartburn and realise fuck, you frenzied again. You breathe through the discomfort, allowing it to dissipate as you struggle to remember the faces and, more importantly, the bodies of the last three days. The fat woman you met while clubbing started it. Jayda? She had pretty eyes and immaculate nails that utterly failed to protect her against her swift consumption when you isolated her in a bathroom.

Kisses

adventuuuuure

It’s three in the morning when I shake you gently awake. You look up, shaking off vague dreams of building a house with tall walls, and it takes a little while to orient yourself. “Bluh? What’s the matter?” I’m doing that thing where I’m looking at you like I’m the luckiest man in the world again. At least you think I am. Your eyes are not quite focusing despite your excellent night vision, and you can feel that your hair is sticking at right angles where you slept on it.

Kisses

a taste part 2

I am a fool. I am so lucky. I watch as your eyes close again, the better to savour what you take from my wrist. Watching your eyelids feels like watching the guillotine fall. I can’t pull away. When I try, your arms feel like iron, and you rock only the tiniest bit. Blood loss fuzzes my motor control, making me feel hot, weak and shaky. Watching the rhythmic pulsing of your throat isn’t helping matters.

Kisses

heist, part 1

Feels amazing, huh? So if you won’t let yourself indulge in that way, maybe you need someone to make it happen. Someone desperate, who has to make a few people disappear. Picture it: Night out, friend of a friend introduces you to this guy. Charming, bit jumpy. Workman’s hands, nice glasses, fits his T-shirt well. Later, when everyone’s more drunk than you are, they go trawling for a late-night shame feast.

Tag: Post-Vore

Kisses

postcard amelie 18

Carnality carries you through the night and into the morning. By the time Erika has stopped struggling in her filthy prison you are exhausted. You slip into a deep sleep filled with vivid dreams. At one point you awaken covered in sweat from a dream of Amelie. Your soul engulfed hers and she burned bright as you saturated all the pathways of her mind and heart. You tasted her childhood, her joys, her explorations, and you swallowed her terror whole.

Kisses

postcard amelie 10

It’s the second time you’ve had to pee, and the fact that your stomach still sloshes as you waddle to the bathroom means it’s probably not the last. The heat inside you pulls at your consciousness, making you crave sleep or something close to it. Your food coma amuses you in an abstract way. Perhaps whatever put you here designed it in so you would be too lazy to do anything too war-crimey.

Kisses

freya 02

Freya struggled, melted, poured into your intestines, desiccated inside your colon. Each stage we tracked, both of us fascinated by the mysterious process that converts a living, breathing human being into— well, I have to make assumptions, having never borne witness to the whole of the end result. I’ve certainly seen where some of them goes. You spent a slightly hungover day playing videogames. Over the course of twelve hours Freya ceased to be a distinct lump and dissipated into a diffuse spongy fullness within the whole of your abdomen.

Kisses

ink 02

You can’t tell if it’s warm in your room or if the heat is coming from inside you. Digestion is an energy-intensive process and your body has been putting in the energy for four hours now. The cute red-headed woman who is the unfortunate recipient of this attention has long since stopped struggling. Your chest is feeling less constricted: especially plump or plentiful prey will sit high in your middle and compress your lungs.

Kisses

night out

Like, maybe you’ve gone out and wound up getting a bit drunk, having a good time meeting people. Problems happened when a couple who were interested in you went past flirting into heavy suggestion. Maybe you were interested, but they didn’t know that your appetites are linked. By the time I pull up the man has long since been crushed into submission, his meat sloughing from his bones into the pit inside you.

Tag: Sex

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 1

“I think this will be fun,” Olivia says, pacing over and kissing you on the lips like she has five or six times in as many minutes. She’s just this side of nervous. If you didn’t know better you’d say she was prowling. “Ever since that time with Gemma, when she was inside you and we were together… God, I haven’t been able to get that out of my mind!”

Kisses

postcard amelie 10

It’s the second time you’ve had to pee, and the fact that your stomach still sloshes as you waddle to the bathroom means it’s probably not the last. The heat inside you pulls at your consciousness, making you crave sleep or something close to it. Your food coma amuses you in an abstract way. Perhaps whatever put you here designed it in so you would be too lazy to do anything too war-crimey.

Kisses

postcard amelie 06

Amelie is breathing soft and regular, somehow undisturbed by the increasingly violent complaints of Gemma’s remains that knot your insides. The work of two careful minutes repositions her so she can sleep on the bed. You tuck her in and slip away. Me-time. Spanish plumbing is hazy at the best of times. You’re going to have to go easy, but even as you’re walking, powerful internal spasms are accompanied by a discordant orchestra of phuts, purts, and tremulous piping prrrrts.

Kisses

postcard amelie 04

Breakfast is long, luxurious, and includes courses not available at the buffet. Amelie returns after a long absence with a room service trolley loaded with covered plates and glasses. She also comes wearing a floaty blue body-length sarong and a slightly shy, hungry smile. “It’s about time,” you begin. “I’m hung—” With a twitch of her shoulderblades, she reveals she is wearing nothing else. You watch the slinky fabric flow over her shoulder, the swell of her breasts, her wide hips, to pool around her feet.

Kisses

postcard amelie 02

Like a wrestler you throw Gemma onto the bed and keep her down with your weight as you spin above her. Your thighs push her head into the duvet, drowning any scream, and your hands isolate her knees and calves, pointing her toes in one convenient, helpless direction. Feet are a necessary evil. You get around them by deepthroating her calves all in one. The resulting kicking and thrashing underneath your belly excites you, makes you keener to put it inside your belly where it belongs.

Tag: Super-Fat

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Kisses

postcard amelie 14

The afternoon and evening are spent in a delirium of exploration of Amelie’s new body. Everything is new to her, from the weight to the ache inside her pelvic cradle where her virgin guts are being pressed down like they’ve never been pressed before. You see everything fresh through her eyes, even though your practiced body readily and roughly is sucking the marrow from your breakfast while hers sits almost whole in her stomach.

Kisses

political science

Another time, another place. This was the first time I’d ever seen you gain significantly. The ins and outs of your diet were at that time a mystery to me—still are, though I’m a little better acquainted with the “outs” now. You woke with the heat and pleasure of a stomach full of meat, freshly sloughed off the bones of a uni student you got talking to on a bus. She’d had interesting things to say about America’s place on the global stage, and once you’d had your fill of conversation you switched to discussing her own place in the world.

Kisses

postcard amelie 10

It’s the second time you’ve had to pee, and the fact that your stomach still sloshes as you waddle to the bathroom means it’s probably not the last. The heat inside you pulls at your consciousness, making you crave sleep or something close to it. Your food coma amuses you in an abstract way. Perhaps whatever put you here designed it in so you would be too lazy to do anything too war-crimey.

Kisses

postcard amelie 09

During the day, Club Deliquesce is like so many clubs on the island: An unassuming two-story building in grey or white rendering, blistered with air-con units and flanked by an electricity substation. During the night, bass seeps from the walls, animating the fairy- and neon-lit front with an insistent form of life as if the earth itself is inviting the queuing supplicants to dance. There is something primal and hallowed about it, if you ignore the giggling hen dos with their dealy-boppers and identical white dresses, the lads groups chanting football songs, and the furtive gentlemen standing by selling glow-sticks and little packets for a reasonable number of Euros.

Kisses

frenzy

You wake at 4am with heartburn and realise fuck, you frenzied again. You breathe through the discomfort, allowing it to dissipate as you struggle to remember the faces and, more importantly, the bodies of the last three days. The fat woman you met while clubbing started it. Jayda? She had pretty eyes and immaculate nails that utterly failed to protect her against her swift consumption when you isolated her in a bathroom.

Tag: Trick

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Tag: Unwilling-Digestion

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Tag: Vaginal-Vore

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Tag: Vore

Kisses

postcard amelie 17 part 2

Olivia is now exploring your inner thighs. Her kisses sometimes depress your pillowy skin, sometimes trace the curves where the suspender straps compress that skin into smooth valleys. There is one valley she discovers all of a sudden. Her pursed lips place a soft, melting kiss on your own. Without parting, her lips massage circles into you, trail kisses up and down your blossoming labia. You let out a sigh and Amelie leans down to kiss your mouth, deeply.

Kisses

postcard amelie 13

You’ve learned a thing or two. The brothers you lured were firmly tied using fabric you shredded from hotel bedsheets, one kept restrained and mute under the increasing heft of your midsection while you tied the other. You felt him try to push you off like a desperate massage and the stomach grumbles that he must have heard up close and personal set him kicking for his life. No avail, though.

Kisses

postcard amelie 02

Like a wrestler you throw Gemma onto the bed and keep her down with your weight as you spin above her. Your thighs push her head into the duvet, drowning any scream, and your hands isolate her knees and calves, pointing her toes in one convenient, helpless direction. Feet are a necessary evil. You get around them by deepthroating her calves all in one. The resulting kicking and thrashing underneath your belly excites you, makes you keener to put it inside your belly where it belongs.

Kisses

postcard amelie 01

The vampire is a romantic figure: creature of the night, denizen of that space between life and death, untethered from natural law yet tied to it through the lives she takes. But when you go on holiday you have to check in to a hotel, same as everyone else. Doesn’t seem fair. Maybe you should get an Igor to handle the mundanities. It does, however, afford other opportunities enjoyed by mortal men and women.

Kisses

postcard moonbather

The sun slows things down on San Antonio beach. The moon and the stars bring them back to life. You’re staring at them now, stretched out on a sunlounger. It’s a good thing it’s wooden: the white plastic ones wouldn’t cope well with the weight of two people. The clubs were in full swing when you finally went out. Some drama with the friends you traveled with delayed everything until you were itching to see some action.

Kisses

frenzy

You wake at 4am with heartburn and realise fuck, you frenzied again. You breathe through the discomfort, allowing it to dissipate as you struggle to remember the faces and, more importantly, the bodies of the last three days. The fat woman you met while clubbing started it. Jayda? She had pretty eyes and immaculate nails that utterly failed to protect her against her swift consumption when you isolated her in a bathroom.

Kisses

freya 01

I come to the door when you knock. Will I ever not smile when I first see you? I offer to take your coat, and when you point out you’re not wearing one, I offer to take your pants instead. You bap me on the shoulder and I place a kiss on your cheek. Music is coming from inside, and the scent of incense. An unfamiliar voice is singing to Billie Eilish, quite well.

Kisses

active feeding

After last time I’ve been more careful. At least, you haven’t had to come rescue me from any dreamworld creatures or demons. But you know I’ve been working. The first time you told me about astral feeding I almost exploded, veering erratically between cosmic horror, profound excitement, lust, and a kind of stillness that looked like an actual trauma response. Honestly, at the time you didn’t know what to make of it.

Kisses

adventuuuuure

It’s three in the morning when I shake you gently awake. You look up, shaking off vague dreams of building a house with tall walls, and it takes a little while to orient yourself. “Bluh? What’s the matter?” I’m doing that thing where I’m looking at you like I’m the luckiest man in the world again. At least you think I am. Your eyes are not quite focusing despite your excellent night vision, and you can feel that your hair is sticking at right angles where you slept on it.

Kisses

burnsall 01

After you came to visit me, whatever devil had been driving me seemed to dissipate. We spent the next day together, it being one of those long lazy mornings that turns into evenings, with you appreciating not being required to move your newly acquired bulk too much. Talking, playing games, watching things on your phone—these all were interspersed with long, luxurious tummy rubs, helping ease the growing digestive discomfort as your body worked on the previous day’s meal.

Kisses

a taste part 2

I am a fool. I am so lucky. I watch as your eyes close again, the better to savour what you take from my wrist. Watching your eyelids feels like watching the guillotine fall. I can’t pull away. When I try, your arms feel like iron, and you rock only the tiniest bit. Blood loss fuzzes my motor control, making me feel hot, weak and shaky. Watching the rhythmic pulsing of your throat isn’t helping matters.

Kisses

heist, part 1

Feels amazing, huh? So if you won’t let yourself indulge in that way, maybe you need someone to make it happen. Someone desperate, who has to make a few people disappear. Picture it: Night out, friend of a friend introduces you to this guy. Charming, bit jumpy. Workman’s hands, nice glasses, fits his T-shirt well. Later, when everyone’s more drunk than you are, they go trawling for a late-night shame feast.

Tag: Vignette

Kisses

flying away

Sometimes you stop me flying away. You recognise the signs. Normally I’m calm, cogent, clever. I look you in the eye and there’s a smile in my body language, if not on my face. When it happens, you listen to me and help me. I think back to one time: I was trying to articulate how the world feels wrong, how nothing builds to anything, how loneliness feels like a Ponzi scheme built into us by an unkind designer.

Kisses

postcard amelie 16

Olivia is drunk and giggly, hanging arm-in-arm between Amelie on the one side and Erika on the next. Erika’s coldness seems to have melted away as the evening progressed and the three are thick as thieves as they stumble into the lift. Amelie reaches for your hand and pulls you in after them. Your weight sways the box and the others are made to stand so close they brush your belly.

Kisses

postcard amelie 14

The afternoon and evening are spent in a delirium of exploration of Amelie’s new body. Everything is new to her, from the weight to the ache inside her pelvic cradle where her virgin guts are being pressed down like they’ve never been pressed before. You see everything fresh through her eyes, even though your practiced body readily and roughly is sucking the marrow from your breakfast while hers sits almost whole in her stomach.

Kisses

political science

Another time, another place. This was the first time I’d ever seen you gain significantly. The ins and outs of your diet were at that time a mystery to me—still are, though I’m a little better acquainted with the “outs” now. You woke with the heat and pleasure of a stomach full of meat, freshly sloughed off the bones of a uni student you got talking to on a bus. She’d had interesting things to say about America’s place on the global stage, and once you’d had your fill of conversation you switched to discussing her own place in the world.

Kisses

postcard amelie 11

You check your phone in the early hours. Amelie is asleep beside you. When she sleeps on her back she snores, quiet and regular. You hold the phone so it doesn’t throw light on her, just your face. There’s a message from me: “Hi Rey, hope you are having a good time. I can’t wait to see you again. Missing you brutally.” You smile slightly in the darkness. You tap out “Told you you couldn’t go the whole week without texting me” and send.

Kisses

postcard amelie 08

Amelie bought the beach towel with the tree of life on it and sunbathed on it by the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Most of the branches and roots have to be tucked under the sunlounger so that she can lie on the trunk, over the figure of the woman in the centre. As a joke you wrap it around her while distracting her with a long kiss. When she realises what you’re doing she begins to struggle, shrieking and looking for all the world like someone resisting being thrown against their will into a pool.

Kisses

postcard amelie 05

You stroke Amelie’s hair back from her pale face. Her eyes flicker open. When she first sees you she smiles. The part of you that was tense relaxes. She doesn’t fear or hate you instinctively. Another part ravens. It would have been an excuse to gobble her up right now. You watch doubt and fear and vulnerability chase one another across her sculpted features. She shivers, open as an injured child.

Kisses

seaside 01 05

I’ve been in the shower for a little while. You’ve checked your phone, checked yourself out in the mirror, and are now just plain confused about what I could be up to in there. “Do you trust me?” I had asked. Well, yes, but is this what I meant? Suddenly impatient, you jump to your feet. I’d better have a good reason for keeping you waiting. You knock on the bathroom door but there’s no answer.

Kisses

freya 02

Freya struggled, melted, poured into your intestines, desiccated inside your colon. Each stage we tracked, both of us fascinated by the mysterious process that converts a living, breathing human being into— well, I have to make assumptions, having never borne witness to the whole of the end result. I’ve certainly seen where some of them goes. You spent a slightly hungover day playing videogames. Over the course of twelve hours Freya ceased to be a distinct lump and dissipated into a diffuse spongy fullness within the whole of your abdomen.

Kisses

fangs 02

Today is also the day. And tonight. And today. It’s days before putting in the fangs doesn’t make you excited beyond restraint. You strut naked through the house, you dance, you write, you paint. You slip out into the night, doing I don’t know what. I wonder if you’re hunting for the transfixed woman. I picture you taking other prey and cherish the jealousy it arouses in me. I wake at midnight to find your lips on my upper arm, framing your sharpened fangs.

Kisses

only one dangerous thing

You stir awake. A noise? Did you hear a noise? I’m next to you in your bed, back snuggled up to you. No matter which orientation we start in, I always wake up facing away. I tell you I’m guarding you, or overheating, depending on how serious I’m being at the time. The noise again. I make a noise like I’m clearing my throat, and then shivering. Almost a whimper. I’ve been having them more frequently lately, after the mishap with the grimoire.

Kisses

burnsall 02

… We pass police cars as we drive out of Burnsall. You’re not worried, telling me no one even believes what it is you do. I put my hand on your belly, wedged between your spine and the dashboard, and feel the powerful muscles of your stomach rhythmically contract, breaking down the youth I dared to jump. The vibration of the engine helps the process. The body is almost slop when I choose to pull us over by a tea room in a little village.

Kisses

snuggle

This cuddle is in a pillow fort. Fuck the outside world. We have hung fairy lights inside some sheets thrown over the backs of a settee and a couple of chairs. Cushions everywhere, and a bottle of Bailey’s. You’re sitting on my lap on the floor and have been curled into my shoulder for fully five minutes, my arms around you, just taking a break.

Kisses

snuggle

Regardless, please take a moment to visualise this good-morning cuddle from me. Nothing fancy: Two arms wrapping around you, snug and warm, doing their best to grab each others’ elbows. Cheek snuggled in against the side of your jaw and shoulder presented for snuggling back if you like. Deep breath, signalling content and caring, which incidentally makes the hug tighter for a few moments. It goes on for as long as you like, wherever you like.

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snuggle

Okay, sit yourself up so I can slip between you and the headboard. The massive spill of your doughy flanks becomes framed by warm thighs. I squeeze my legs together, making the flesh at the edges of your belly ruck up, removing any tension from the skin around your belly button and making that flesh achingly soft, like a warm, silky marshmallow. Wiggling my hips to get comfy, I lean forwards against your back, giving you a broad, warm leaning post.

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night out

Like, maybe you’ve gone out and wound up getting a bit drunk, having a good time meeting people. Problems happened when a couple who were interested in you went past flirting into heavy suggestion. Maybe you were interested, but they didn’t know that your appetites are linked. By the time I pull up the man has long since been crushed into submission, his meat sloughing from his bones into the pit inside you.

Tag: Blindfold

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postcard amelie 17 part 1

“I think this will be fun,” Olivia says, pacing over and kissing you on the lips like she has five or six times in as many minutes. She’s just this side of nervous. If you didn’t know better you’d say she was prowling. “Ever since that time with Gemma, when she was inside you and we were together… God, I haven’t been able to get that out of my mind!”

Tag: Orgy

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postcard amelie 17 part 1

“I think this will be fun,” Olivia says, pacing over and kissing you on the lips like she has five or six times in as many minutes. She’s just this side of nervous. If you didn’t know better you’d say she was prowling. “Ever since that time with Gemma, when she was inside you and we were together… God, I haven’t been able to get that out of my mind!”

Tag: Teasing

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postcard amelie 17 part 1

“I think this will be fun,” Olivia says, pacing over and kissing you on the lips like she has five or six times in as many minutes. She’s just this side of nervous. If you didn’t know better you’d say she was prowling. “Ever since that time with Gemma, when she was inside you and we were together… God, I haven’t been able to get that out of my mind!”

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postcard amelie 16

Olivia is drunk and giggly, hanging arm-in-arm between Amelie on the one side and Erika on the next. Erika’s coldness seems to have melted away as the evening progressed and the three are thick as thieves as they stumble into the lift. Amelie reaches for your hand and pulls you in after them. Your weight sways the box and the others are made to stand so close they brush your belly.

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postcard amelie 15

“Olivia likes you,” says Amelie. “Hmm?” You’re both selecting earrings in the same narrow mirror, crouching down to see half-faces. The casual sharing of space feels new and exciting—I’m always far more giving of space, whereas Amelie gives and takes. She spots you looking at her in the mirror and blows you a kiss. “I agree with her taste, of course. But do you like her?” “She looks delicious.” And she does.

Kisses

ink 01

So this morning you wake to find me sitting upright in bed, leafing through a copy of Grey’s Anatomy I brought with me last night. You stretch your neck to see what I’m reading. The technical drawings depict humans cleanly broken apart, carefully labelled, bloodless. I smile and wish you good morning, lean down and place a kiss where your black hair is mussed up from where you slept. You half-close your eyes, cat-like, and snuggle closer.

Tag: Belly

Kisses

postcard amelie 14

The afternoon and evening are spent in a delirium of exploration of Amelie’s new body. Everything is new to her, from the weight to the ache inside her pelvic cradle where her virgin guts are being pressed down like they’ve never been pressed before. You see everything fresh through her eyes, even though your practiced body readily and roughly is sucking the marrow from your breakfast while hers sits almost whole in her stomach.

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postcard amelie 07

Amelie stops in front of a stall, clutching her breast. The piece that has caught her eye is a simple but massive beach towel, back on white, depicting the branches and roots of the tree of life emerging from the abstract figure of a woman in the trunk. Celtic designs frame it, placing it squarely in the style of a third of the artifacts here. The hippy market, one of many on the island, is a ranging, chaotic, overpriced and overcrowded procession of tat, souvenirs, clothing, wood and leather.

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postcard amelie 05

You stroke Amelie’s hair back from her pale face. Her eyes flicker open. When she first sees you she smiles. The part of you that was tense relaxes. She doesn’t fear or hate you instinctively. Another part ravens. It would have been an excuse to gobble her up right now. You watch doubt and fear and vulnerability chase one another across her sculpted features. She shivers, open as an injured child.

Tag: Exhibitionism

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postcard amelie 14

The afternoon and evening are spent in a delirium of exploration of Amelie’s new body. Everything is new to her, from the weight to the ache inside her pelvic cradle where her virgin guts are being pressed down like they’ve never been pressed before. You see everything fresh through her eyes, even though your practiced body readily and roughly is sucking the marrow from your breakfast while hers sits almost whole in her stomach.

Tag: Digestion

Kisses

postcard amelie 13

You’ve learned a thing or two. The brothers you lured were firmly tied using fabric you shredded from hotel bedsheets, one kept restrained and mute under the increasing heft of your midsection while you tied the other. You felt him try to push you off like a desperate massage and the stomach grumbles that he must have heard up close and personal set him kicking for his life. No avail, though.

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political science

Another time, another place. This was the first time I’d ever seen you gain significantly. The ins and outs of your diet were at that time a mystery to me—still are, though I’m a little better acquainted with the “outs” now. You woke with the heat and pleasure of a stomach full of meat, freshly sloughed off the bones of a uni student you got talking to on a bus. She’d had interesting things to say about America’s place on the global stage, and once you’d had your fill of conversation you switched to discussing her own place in the world.

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postcard amelie 02

Like a wrestler you throw Gemma onto the bed and keep her down with your weight as you spin above her. Your thighs push her head into the duvet, drowning any scream, and your hands isolate her knees and calves, pointing her toes in one convenient, helpless direction. Feet are a necessary evil. You get around them by deepthroating her calves all in one. The resulting kicking and thrashing underneath your belly excites you, makes you keener to put it inside your belly where it belongs.

Kisses

frenzy

You wake at 4am with heartburn and realise fuck, you frenzied again. You breathe through the discomfort, allowing it to dissipate as you struggle to remember the faces and, more importantly, the bodies of the last three days. The fat woman you met while clubbing started it. Jayda? She had pretty eyes and immaculate nails that utterly failed to protect her against her swift consumption when you isolated her in a bathroom.

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freya 02

Freya struggled, melted, poured into your intestines, desiccated inside your colon. Each stage we tracked, both of us fascinated by the mysterious process that converts a living, breathing human being into— well, I have to make assumptions, having never borne witness to the whole of the end result. I’ve certainly seen where some of them goes. You spent a slightly hungover day playing videogames. Over the course of twelve hours Freya ceased to be a distinct lump and dissipated into a diffuse spongy fullness within the whole of your abdomen.

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ink 02

You can’t tell if it’s warm in your room or if the heat is coming from inside you. Digestion is an energy-intensive process and your body has been putting in the energy for four hours now. The cute red-headed woman who is the unfortunate recipient of this attention has long since stopped struggling. Your chest is feeling less constricted: especially plump or plentiful prey will sit high in your middle and compress your lungs.

Kisses

night out

Like, maybe you’ve gone out and wound up getting a bit drunk, having a good time meeting people. Problems happened when a couple who were interested in you went past flirting into heavy suggestion. Maybe you were interested, but they didn’t know that your appetites are linked. By the time I pull up the man has long since been crushed into submission, his meat sloughing from his bones into the pit inside you.

Tag: First-Time

Kisses

postcard amelie 13

You’ve learned a thing or two. The brothers you lured were firmly tied using fabric you shredded from hotel bedsheets, one kept restrained and mute under the increasing heft of your midsection while you tied the other. You felt him try to push you off like a desperate massage and the stomach grumbles that he must have heard up close and personal set him kicking for his life. No avail, though.

Tag: Underage

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postcard amelie 13

You’ve learned a thing or two. The brothers you lured were firmly tied using fabric you shredded from hotel bedsheets, one kept restrained and mute under the increasing heft of your midsection while you tied the other. You felt him try to push you off like a desperate massage and the stomach grumbles that he must have heard up close and personal set him kicking for his life. No avail, though.

Tag: Stuffing

Kisses

political science

Another time, another place. This was the first time I’d ever seen you gain significantly. The ins and outs of your diet were at that time a mystery to me—still are, though I’m a little better acquainted with the “outs” now. You woke with the heat and pleasure of a stomach full of meat, freshly sloughed off the bones of a uni student you got talking to on a bus. She’d had interesting things to say about America’s place on the global stage, and once you’d had your fill of conversation you switched to discussing her own place in the world.

Kisses

postcard amelie 09

During the day, Club Deliquesce is like so many clubs on the island: An unassuming two-story building in grey or white rendering, blistered with air-con units and flanked by an electricity substation. During the night, bass seeps from the walls, animating the fairy- and neon-lit front with an insistent form of life as if the earth itself is inviting the queuing supplicants to dance. There is something primal and hallowed about it, if you ignore the giggling hen dos with their dealy-boppers and identical white dresses, the lads groups chanting football songs, and the furtive gentlemen standing by selling glow-sticks and little packets for a reasonable number of Euros.

Kisses

postcard amelie 04

Breakfast is long, luxurious, and includes courses not available at the buffet. Amelie returns after a long absence with a room service trolley loaded with covered plates and glasses. She also comes wearing a floaty blue body-length sarong and a slightly shy, hungry smile. “It’s about time,” you begin. “I’m hung—” With a twitch of her shoulderblades, she reveals she is wearing nothing else. You watch the slinky fabric flow over her shoulder, the swell of her breasts, her wide hips, to pool around her feet.

Kisses

sensation

“Your eyes are beautiful.” I’ve told you this before, and I’m telling you now. The light is off in your room but you wouldn’t know it. Today I brought thirty candles, a lighter, an honest-to-God brass candle snuffer that made you laugh for a solid thirty seconds, it was so typically me, and an actual miniature fire extinguisher. When I asked why you didn’t laugh at me when I brought that one out of my bag you looked at me with such fondness in your eyes, saying, “I don’t know, your obsession with safety is cute.

Kisses

burnsall 03

Earlier… We’re watching television, sprawled across the couch with your feet in my lap. I’m rubbing your feet and you keep apologising and blushing because the youth from Burnsall is making himself known. The burps have stopped—he’s too far gone for that. “Don’t apologise. I find it cute.” You stare at me sceptically over a belly whose mound is lower, more diffuse. “You did not just say that.” “It’s all— it’s all part of the process.

Kisses

first date

Do you remember our first date? We’d got talking after noticing one another for a solid week at the train station. I’ve always been able to talk to anyone and not take a stranger’s rejection personally. It’s a good thing, too. If I had shit on your shoes, I don’t think I could have provoked a more puzzled, disgusted, annoyed expression from you. All I’d said was that the universe was clearly hinting we should meet.

Kisses

artist

I’m actually trying to draw you. We’re both a bit drunk, though the takeaway is soaking up a bit of the alcohol. You are lounging on your bed with a dramatic hand to your forehead and a two-takeaway swell to your tummy. “Paint me like one of your French girls,” you say, for the eleventh time today, since it only seems to get funnier to you. I’ve long since stopped reacting but you laugh so hard you get hiccups.

Kisses

rope

So today… We play with rope. After I wrote a little bit about it you asked if I actually tied people up. I explained that I’m no expert but can do it safely, then held your hand and asked you if you’d let me tie you. I think you found the slight shyness in my voice cute, and the intensity in my eyes a little hot. After some discussion and teasing you said yes, and the predatory look came to my face again, which you have come to learn is linked with a desire to feed or please you.

Tag: Blood

Kisses

postcard amelie 12

You know of only one way to make someone like you. And that’s to devour them. Hard to be more like you than when they’re part of you, hugging you as tight as fat beneath your skin. You never got back to sleep. You don’t sleep well unless you’re full, yet here you are with a belly groaning through the final stages of an immense feed still unable to sleep.

Kisses

postcard amelie 07

Amelie stops in front of a stall, clutching her breast. The piece that has caught her eye is a simple but massive beach towel, back on white, depicting the branches and roots of the tree of life emerging from the abstract figure of a woman in the trunk. Celtic designs frame it, placing it squarely in the style of a third of the artifacts here. The hippy market, one of many on the island, is a ranging, chaotic, overpriced and overcrowded procession of tat, souvenirs, clothing, wood and leather.

Kisses

postcard amelie 04

Breakfast is long, luxurious, and includes courses not available at the buffet. Amelie returns after a long absence with a room service trolley loaded with covered plates and glasses. She also comes wearing a floaty blue body-length sarong and a slightly shy, hungry smile. “It’s about time,” you begin. “I’m hung—” With a twitch of her shoulderblades, she reveals she is wearing nothing else. You watch the slinky fabric flow over her shoulder, the swell of her breasts, her wide hips, to pool around her feet.

Kisses

postcard moonbather

The sun slows things down on San Antonio beach. The moon and the stars bring them back to life. You’re staring at them now, stretched out on a sunlounger. It’s a good thing it’s wooden: the white plastic ones wouldn’t cope well with the weight of two people. The clubs were in full swing when you finally went out. Some drama with the friends you traveled with delayed everything until you were itching to see some action.

Kisses

freya 01

I come to the door when you knock. Will I ever not smile when I first see you? I offer to take your coat, and when you point out you’re not wearing one, I offer to take your pants instead. You bap me on the shoulder and I place a kiss on your cheek. Music is coming from inside, and the scent of incense. An unfamiliar voice is singing to Billie Eilish, quite well.

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fangs 02

Today is also the day. And tonight. And today. It’s days before putting in the fangs doesn’t make you excited beyond restraint. You strut naked through the house, you dance, you write, you paint. You slip out into the night, doing I don’t know what. I wonder if you’re hunting for the transfixed woman. I picture you taking other prey and cherish the jealousy it arouses in me. I wake at midnight to find your lips on my upper arm, framing your sharpened fangs.

Kisses

active feeding

After last time I’ve been more careful. At least, you haven’t had to come rescue me from any dreamworld creatures or demons. But you know I’ve been working. The first time you told me about astral feeding I almost exploded, veering erratically between cosmic horror, profound excitement, lust, and a kind of stillness that looked like an actual trauma response. Honestly, at the time you didn’t know what to make of it.

Kisses

fangs 01

Today’s the day. This past week I’ve had a Project. Monday started with me excitedly showing you the contents of an Amazon box: three pairs of high-quality fangs, and a Dremel. “We’re going to give you your teeth.” I could see your excitement, and then your anxiousness about the dangers and whether it would work and whether it would live up to your hopes. We talked about it, decided where research was needed, and now today’s the day.

Kisses

all the world's a stage

I got us opera tickets a while back and have been insufferable since. As the date drew nearer I began spontaneously singing snippets of songs from Carmen and telling you about this one show where the eponymous heroine first appeared on stage in a gorilla suit and did a strip-tease. Even last week I saw you laugh or smile or sing along in response to my joking around, but recently you’ve been more distant, a little sharper.

Kisses

a taste part 1

It’s been a few days since we’ve seen one another. It’s unusual for me to be absent like this. I’m not great at responding to text messages at the best of times but it takes half a day for me to respond to your check-in. When I text to ask if you can meet me at mine it’s a bit inconvenient. You’re a little annoyed at my disappearing act and you’re considering saying no to teach me a lesson, but my next message piques your curiosity.

Tag: Fear

Kisses

postcard amelie 12

You know of only one way to make someone like you. And that’s to devour them. Hard to be more like you than when they’re part of you, hugging you as tight as fat beneath your skin. You never got back to sleep. You don’t sleep well unless you’re full, yet here you are with a belly groaning through the final stages of an immense feed still unable to sleep.

Tag: Story

Kisses

postcard amelie 12

You know of only one way to make someone like you. And that’s to devour them. Hard to be more like you than when they’re part of you, hugging you as tight as fat beneath your skin. You never got back to sleep. You don’t sleep well unless you’re full, yet here you are with a belly groaning through the final stages of an immense feed still unable to sleep.

Tag: Transformation

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postcard amelie 12

You know of only one way to make someone like you. And that’s to devour them. Hard to be more like you than when they’re part of you, hugging you as tight as fat beneath your skin. You never got back to sleep. You don’t sleep well unless you’re full, yet here you are with a belly groaning through the final stages of an immense feed still unable to sleep.

Tag: Danger

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postcard amelie 10

It’s the second time you’ve had to pee, and the fact that your stomach still sloshes as you waddle to the bathroom means it’s probably not the last. The heat inside you pulls at your consciousness, making you crave sleep or something close to it. Your food coma amuses you in an abstract way. Perhaps whatever put you here designed it in so you would be too lazy to do anything too war-crimey.

Kisses

postcard amelie 04

Breakfast is long, luxurious, and includes courses not available at the buffet. Amelie returns after a long absence with a room service trolley loaded with covered plates and glasses. She also comes wearing a floaty blue body-length sarong and a slightly shy, hungry smile. “It’s about time,” you begin. “I’m hung—” With a twitch of her shoulderblades, she reveals she is wearing nothing else. You watch the slinky fabric flow over her shoulder, the swell of her breasts, her wide hips, to pool around her feet.

Kisses

fangs 01

Today’s the day. This past week I’ve had a Project. Monday started with me excitedly showing you the contents of an Amazon box: three pairs of high-quality fangs, and a Dremel. “We’re going to give you your teeth.” I could see your excitement, and then your anxiousness about the dangers and whether it would work and whether it would live up to your hopes. We talked about it, decided where research was needed, and now today’s the day.

Kisses

burnsall 03

Earlier… We’re watching television, sprawled across the couch with your feet in my lap. I’m rubbing your feet and you keep apologising and blushing because the youth from Burnsall is making himself known. The burps have stopped—he’s too far gone for that. “Don’t apologise. I find it cute.” You stare at me sceptically over a belly whose mound is lower, more diffuse. “You did not just say that.” “It’s all— it’s all part of the process.

Tag: Name-Calling

Kisses

postcard amelie 10

It’s the second time you’ve had to pee, and the fact that your stomach still sloshes as you waddle to the bathroom means it’s probably not the last. The heat inside you pulls at your consciousness, making you crave sleep or something close to it. Your food coma amuses you in an abstract way. Perhaps whatever put you here designed it in so you would be too lazy to do anything too war-crimey.

Tag: Pee

Kisses

postcard amelie 10

It’s the second time you’ve had to pee, and the fact that your stomach still sloshes as you waddle to the bathroom means it’s probably not the last. The heat inside you pulls at your consciousness, making you crave sleep or something close to it. Your food coma amuses you in an abstract way. Perhaps whatever put you here designed it in so you would be too lazy to do anything too war-crimey.

Tag: Postcard

Kisses

postcard amelie 10

It’s the second time you’ve had to pee, and the fact that your stomach still sloshes as you waddle to the bathroom means it’s probably not the last. The heat inside you pulls at your consciousness, making you crave sleep or something close to it. Your food coma amuses you in an abstract way. Perhaps whatever put you here designed it in so you would be too lazy to do anything too war-crimey.

Kisses

postcard amelie 09

During the day, Club Deliquesce is like so many clubs on the island: An unassuming two-story building in grey or white rendering, blistered with air-con units and flanked by an electricity substation. During the night, bass seeps from the walls, animating the fairy- and neon-lit front with an insistent form of life as if the earth itself is inviting the queuing supplicants to dance. There is something primal and hallowed about it, if you ignore the giggling hen dos with their dealy-boppers and identical white dresses, the lads groups chanting football songs, and the furtive gentlemen standing by selling glow-sticks and little packets for a reasonable number of Euros.

Kisses

postcard amelie 08

Amelie bought the beach towel with the tree of life on it and sunbathed on it by the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Most of the branches and roots have to be tucked under the sunlounger so that she can lie on the trunk, over the figure of the woman in the centre. As a joke you wrap it around her while distracting her with a long kiss. When she realises what you’re doing she begins to struggle, shrieking and looking for all the world like someone resisting being thrown against their will into a pool.

Kisses

postcard amelie 07

Amelie stops in front of a stall, clutching her breast. The piece that has caught her eye is a simple but massive beach towel, back on white, depicting the branches and roots of the tree of life emerging from the abstract figure of a woman in the trunk. Celtic designs frame it, placing it squarely in the style of a third of the artifacts here. The hippy market, one of many on the island, is a ranging, chaotic, overpriced and overcrowded procession of tat, souvenirs, clothing, wood and leather.

Kisses

postcard amelie 06

Amelie is breathing soft and regular, somehow undisturbed by the increasingly violent complaints of Gemma’s remains that knot your insides. The work of two careful minutes repositions her so she can sleep on the bed. You tuck her in and slip away. Me-time. Spanish plumbing is hazy at the best of times. You’re going to have to go easy, but even as you’re walking, powerful internal spasms are accompanied by a discordant orchestra of phuts, purts, and tremulous piping prrrrts.

Kisses

postcard amelie 05

You stroke Amelie’s hair back from her pale face. Her eyes flicker open. When she first sees you she smiles. The part of you that was tense relaxes. She doesn’t fear or hate you instinctively. Another part ravens. It would have been an excuse to gobble her up right now. You watch doubt and fear and vulnerability chase one another across her sculpted features. She shivers, open as an injured child.

Kisses

postcard amelie 04

Breakfast is long, luxurious, and includes courses not available at the buffet. Amelie returns after a long absence with a room service trolley loaded with covered plates and glasses. She also comes wearing a floaty blue body-length sarong and a slightly shy, hungry smile. “It’s about time,” you begin. “I’m hung—” With a twitch of her shoulderblades, she reveals she is wearing nothing else. You watch the slinky fabric flow over her shoulder, the swell of her breasts, her wide hips, to pool around her feet.

Kisses

postcard amelie 03

You wake feeling warm, full and slightly used. These are all very pleasant in a morning. You start the day with a lazy smile and roll over, expecting your arm to fall across Clarice. She’s not there. You raise your head to look around, sleep-crazed black hair falling over your face. Your stomach has lost the definition Gemma first gave it. She spent the night converting herself into chyme and squeezing her way through your intestines, giving you a solid, heavy feeling throughout your entire abdomen.

Kisses

postcard amelie 02

Like a wrestler you throw Gemma onto the bed and keep her down with your weight as you spin above her. Your thighs push her head into the duvet, drowning any scream, and your hands isolate her knees and calves, pointing her toes in one convenient, helpless direction. Feet are a necessary evil. You get around them by deepthroating her calves all in one. The resulting kicking and thrashing underneath your belly excites you, makes you keener to put it inside your belly where it belongs.

Kisses

postcard amelie 01

The vampire is a romantic figure: creature of the night, denizen of that space between life and death, untethered from natural law yet tied to it through the lives she takes. But when you go on holiday you have to check in to a hotel, same as everyone else. Doesn’t seem fair. Maybe you should get an Igor to handle the mundanities. It does, however, afford other opportunities enjoyed by mortal men and women.

Kisses

postcard moonbather

The sun slows things down on San Antonio beach. The moon and the stars bring them back to life. You’re staring at them now, stretched out on a sunlounger. It’s a good thing it’s wooden: the white plastic ones wouldn’t cope well with the weight of two people. The clubs were in full swing when you finally went out. Some drama with the friends you traveled with delayed everything until you were itching to see some action.

Tag: Drugs

Kisses

postcard amelie 09

During the day, Club Deliquesce is like so many clubs on the island: An unassuming two-story building in grey or white rendering, blistered with air-con units and flanked by an electricity substation. During the night, bass seeps from the walls, animating the fairy- and neon-lit front with an insistent form of life as if the earth itself is inviting the queuing supplicants to dance. There is something primal and hallowed about it, if you ignore the giggling hen dos with their dealy-boppers and identical white dresses, the lads groups chanting football songs, and the furtive gentlemen standing by selling glow-sticks and little packets for a reasonable number of Euros.

Kisses

freya 01

I come to the door when you knock. Will I ever not smile when I first see you? I offer to take your coat, and when you point out you’re not wearing one, I offer to take your pants instead. You bap me on the shoulder and I place a kiss on your cheek. Music is coming from inside, and the scent of incense. An unfamiliar voice is singing to Billie Eilish, quite well.

Tag: Tendrils

Kisses

postcard amelie 09

During the day, Club Deliquesce is like so many clubs on the island: An unassuming two-story building in grey or white rendering, blistered with air-con units and flanked by an electricity substation. During the night, bass seeps from the walls, animating the fairy- and neon-lit front with an insistent form of life as if the earth itself is inviting the queuing supplicants to dance. There is something primal and hallowed about it, if you ignore the giggling hen dos with their dealy-boppers and identical white dresses, the lads groups chanting football songs, and the furtive gentlemen standing by selling glow-sticks and little packets for a reasonable number of Euros.

Kisses

postcard amelie 07

Amelie stops in front of a stall, clutching her breast. The piece that has caught her eye is a simple but massive beach towel, back on white, depicting the branches and roots of the tree of life emerging from the abstract figure of a woman in the trunk. Celtic designs frame it, placing it squarely in the style of a third of the artifacts here. The hippy market, one of many on the island, is a ranging, chaotic, overpriced and overcrowded procession of tat, souvenirs, clothing, wood and leather.

Kisses

postcard amelie 06

Amelie is breathing soft and regular, somehow undisturbed by the increasingly violent complaints of Gemma’s remains that knot your insides. The work of two careful minutes repositions her so she can sleep on the bed. You tuck her in and slip away. Me-time. Spanish plumbing is hazy at the best of times. You’re going to have to go easy, but even as you’re walking, powerful internal spasms are accompanied by a discordant orchestra of phuts, purts, and tremulous piping prrrrts.

Kisses

postcard moonbather

The sun slows things down on San Antonio beach. The moon and the stars bring them back to life. You’re staring at them now, stretched out on a sunlounger. It’s a good thing it’s wooden: the white plastic ones wouldn’t cope well with the weight of two people. The clubs were in full swing when you finally went out. Some drama with the friends you traveled with delayed everything until you were itching to see some action.

Tag: Cute

Kisses

postcard amelie 08

Amelie bought the beach towel with the tree of life on it and sunbathed on it by the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Most of the branches and roots have to be tucked under the sunlounger so that she can lie on the trunk, over the figure of the woman in the centre. As a joke you wrap it around her while distracting her with a long kiss. When she realises what you’re doing she begins to struggle, shrieking and looking for all the world like someone resisting being thrown against their will into a pool.

Kisses

only one dangerous thing

You stir awake. A noise? Did you hear a noise? I’m next to you in your bed, back snuggled up to you. No matter which orientation we start in, I always wake up facing away. I tell you I’m guarding you, or overheating, depending on how serious I’m being at the time. The noise again. I make a noise like I’m clearing my throat, and then shivering. Almost a whimper. I’ve been having them more frequently lately, after the mishap with the grimoire.

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artist

I’m actually trying to draw you. We’re both a bit drunk, though the takeaway is soaking up a bit of the alcohol. You are lounging on your bed with a dramatic hand to your forehead and a two-takeaway swell to your tummy. “Paint me like one of your French girls,” you say, for the eleventh time today, since it only seems to get funnier to you. I’ve long since stopped reacting but you laugh so hard you get hiccups.

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a walk in the park

… I’m giving you The Look, which you generally kind of pretend-ignore to make me force whatever point I’m trying to make. You’ve not left the house in a couple of days and I’m promising ice cream if you do. I’m a little perturbed when you’re out of it enough to just go along with The Look, grabbing a midi dress and a summer hat. Your figure is slim, it having been a couple of days since that jogger by the canal.

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night out

Like, maybe you’ve gone out and wound up getting a bit drunk, having a good time meeting people. Problems happened when a couple who were interested in you went past flirting into heavy suggestion. Maybe you were interested, but they didn’t know that your appetites are linked. By the time I pull up the man has long since been crushed into submission, his meat sloughing from his bones into the pit inside you.

Tag: Scat

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postcard amelie 06

Amelie is breathing soft and regular, somehow undisturbed by the increasingly violent complaints of Gemma’s remains that knot your insides. The work of two careful minutes repositions her so she can sleep on the bed. You tuck her in and slip away. Me-time. Spanish plumbing is hazy at the best of times. You’re going to have to go easy, but even as you’re walking, powerful internal spasms are accompanied by a discordant orchestra of phuts, purts, and tremulous piping prrrrts.

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freya 03

Maybe tonight. I swing my legs off the bed too and walk to the bathroom door. Light bleeds around the edges. My heart is pounding as I stand outside it, willing myself to knock, to break this taboo. Then the door opens in front of me. You find me blinking in the light, looking vaguely nervous, but my lips have the tight set they get when I’m determined about something.

Tag: Submission

Kisses

postcard amelie 06

Amelie is breathing soft and regular, somehow undisturbed by the increasingly violent complaints of Gemma’s remains that knot your insides. The work of two careful minutes repositions her so she can sleep on the bed. You tuck her in and slip away. Me-time. Spanish plumbing is hazy at the best of times. You’re going to have to go easy, but even as you’re walking, powerful internal spasms are accompanied by a discordant orchestra of phuts, purts, and tremulous piping prrrrts.

Tag: Belly-Rub

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postcard amelie 03

You wake feeling warm, full and slightly used. These are all very pleasant in a morning. You start the day with a lazy smile and roll over, expecting your arm to fall across Clarice. She’s not there. You raise your head to look around, sleep-crazed black hair falling over your face. Your stomach has lost the definition Gemma first gave it. She spent the night converting herself into chyme and squeezing her way through your intestines, giving you a solid, heavy feeling throughout your entire abdomen.

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snuggle

Okay, sit yourself up so I can slip between you and the headboard. The massive spill of your doughy flanks becomes framed by warm thighs. I squeeze my legs together, making the flesh at the edges of your belly ruck up, removing any tension from the skin around your belly button and making that flesh achingly soft, like a warm, silky marshmallow. Wiggling my hips to get comfy, I lean forwards against your back, giving you a broad, warm leaning post.

Tag: Fullness

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postcard amelie 03

You wake feeling warm, full and slightly used. These are all very pleasant in a morning. You start the day with a lazy smile and roll over, expecting your arm to fall across Clarice. She’s not there. You raise your head to look around, sleep-crazed black hair falling over your face. Your stomach has lost the definition Gemma first gave it. She spent the night converting herself into chyme and squeezing her way through your intestines, giving you a solid, heavy feeling throughout your entire abdomen.

Tag: Flirting

Kisses

postcard amelie 01

The vampire is a romantic figure: creature of the night, denizen of that space between life and death, untethered from natural law yet tied to it through the lives she takes. But when you go on holiday you have to check in to a hotel, same as everyone else. Doesn’t seem fair. Maybe you should get an Igor to handle the mundanities. It does, however, afford other opportunities enjoyed by mortal men and women.

Tag: Obsession

Kisses

postcard amelie 01

The vampire is a romantic figure: creature of the night, denizen of that space between life and death, untethered from natural law yet tied to it through the lives she takes. But when you go on holiday you have to check in to a hotel, same as everyone else. Doesn’t seem fair. Maybe you should get an Igor to handle the mundanities. It does, however, afford other opportunities enjoyed by mortal men and women.

Tag: Analingus

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seaside 02

We’re back at the hotel. We were chatting about everything and nothing but got less casual as we got closer to the building. You caught me looking at you and biting my bottom lip a few times, something you know I do when I’m really focused on your physicality. You’re not above giving me a little wiggle, letting me know you know I’m looking. I lead you through the door. “Alice,” I say, taking your hands.

Tag: Slice-of-Life

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seaside 02

We’re back at the hotel. We were chatting about everything and nothing but got less casual as we got closer to the building. You caught me looking at you and biting my bottom lip a few times, something you know I do when I’m really focused on your physicality. You’re not above giving me a little wiggle, letting me know you know I’m looking. I lead you through the door. “Alice,” I say, taking your hands.

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seaside 01

“In no family or culture is it tradition to stop and get an ice-cream every time you pass an ice-cream van.” “But in miiiine it is,” you say, whining playfully as you stare longingly at the third Mr Whippy we’ve passed. Beside us the sand stretches on, circling lazily around a broad bay, terminating in distant headlands. “Don’t you want to watch me eat ice-cream? I know you like it.”

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freya 03

Maybe tonight. I swing my legs off the bed too and walk to the bathroom door. Light bleeds around the edges. My heart is pounding as I stand outside it, willing myself to knock, to break this taboo. Then the door opens in front of me. You find me blinking in the light, looking vaguely nervous, but my lips have the tight set they get when I’m determined about something.

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freya 01

I come to the door when you knock. Will I ever not smile when I first see you? I offer to take your coat, and when you point out you’re not wearing one, I offer to take your pants instead. You bap me on the shoulder and I place a kiss on your cheek. Music is coming from inside, and the scent of incense. An unfamiliar voice is singing to Billie Eilish, quite well.

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ink 03

I look sheepish. “This is technically a little dangerous. But I tested it on myself first.” “If it’s dangerous it’s more likely to hurt you, you idiot.” I grin and kiss your knitted brows. “A&E would fix me up fine. We’re not sure if they’d find anything incriminating inside you, though.” It’s been two hours since you swallowed the curiously heavy marble in its waxy, hermetic plastic. I’ve been tappy-tapping on my laptop while you write long-hand in a pad, the perfect picture of alone-together comfort.

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all the world's a stage

I got us opera tickets a while back and have been insufferable since. As the date drew nearer I began spontaneously singing snippets of songs from Carmen and telling you about this one show where the eponymous heroine first appeared on stage in a gorilla suit and did a strip-tease. Even last week I saw you laugh or smile or sing along in response to my joking around, but recently you’ve been more distant, a little sharper.

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ink 02

You can’t tell if it’s warm in your room or if the heat is coming from inside you. Digestion is an energy-intensive process and your body has been putting in the energy for four hours now. The cute red-headed woman who is the unfortunate recipient of this attention has long since stopped struggling. Your chest is feeling less constricted: especially plump or plentiful prey will sit high in your middle and compress your lungs.

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adventuuuuure

It’s three in the morning when I shake you gently awake. You look up, shaking off vague dreams of building a house with tall walls, and it takes a little while to orient yourself. “Bluh? What’s the matter?” I’m doing that thing where I’m looking at you like I’m the luckiest man in the world again. At least you think I am. Your eyes are not quite focusing despite your excellent night vision, and you can feel that your hair is sticking at right angles where you slept on it.

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melancholy

I’ve been quiet all morning. We had a wild night last night. You saw my primal side trot out to play and your backside is still tender to the touch. We cuddled in bed, remonstrated about the state in which we left the kitchen, living room and bedroom, and kissed as the rush hour traffic died down outside. But I’m quiet at the sink, mechanically washing up in my accustomed order: glass, plates, ironware, pots, the water starting off so hot the first items on the draining board are dry in seconds.

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first date

Do you remember our first date? We’d got talking after noticing one another for a solid week at the train station. I’ve always been able to talk to anyone and not take a stranger’s rejection personally. It’s a good thing, too. If I had shit on your shoes, I don’t think I could have provoked a more puzzled, disgusted, annoyed expression from you. All I’d said was that the universe was clearly hinting we should meet.

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artist

I’m actually trying to draw you. We’re both a bit drunk, though the takeaway is soaking up a bit of the alcohol. You are lounging on your bed with a dramatic hand to your forehead and a two-takeaway swell to your tummy. “Paint me like one of your French girls,” you say, for the eleventh time today, since it only seems to get funnier to you. I’ve long since stopped reacting but you laugh so hard you get hiccups.

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burnsall 02

… We pass police cars as we drive out of Burnsall. You’re not worried, telling me no one even believes what it is you do. I put my hand on your belly, wedged between your spine and the dashboard, and feel the powerful muscles of your stomach rhythmically contract, breaking down the youth I dared to jump. The vibration of the engine helps the process. The body is almost slop when I choose to pull us over by a tea room in a little village.

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burnsall 01

After you came to visit me, whatever devil had been driving me seemed to dissipate. We spent the next day together, it being one of those long lazy mornings that turns into evenings, with you appreciating not being required to move your newly acquired bulk too much. Talking, playing games, watching things on your phone—these all were interspersed with long, luxurious tummy rubs, helping ease the growing digestive discomfort as your body worked on the previous day’s meal.

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cocktails

I stagger through the door, clinking with two carrier bags of bottles. Spirits. Some are started, brought from my place; some I’ve bought special. “Cocktails,” is how I greet you. “Okay,” you agree. I lay out what we’ve got, from advocaat to Zinfandel, which I admit I only bought because I didn’t know a spirit beginning with z to fit that joke. It’ll go for sangria. You like sangria? I start mixing some up, handing you some oranges and apples to slice.

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a walk in the park

… I’m giving you The Look, which you generally kind of pretend-ignore to make me force whatever point I’m trying to make. You’ve not left the house in a couple of days and I’m promising ice cream if you do. I’m a little perturbed when you’re out of it enough to just go along with The Look, grabbing a midi dress and a summer hat. Your figure is slim, it having been a couple of days since that jogger by the canal.

Tag: Decoy

Kisses

seaside 01 05

I’ve been in the shower for a little while. You’ve checked your phone, checked yourself out in the mirror, and are now just plain confused about what I could be up to in there. “Do you trust me?” I had asked. Well, yes, but is this what I meant? Suddenly impatient, you jump to your feet. I’d better have a good reason for keeping you waiting. You knock on the bathroom door but there’s no answer.

Tag: Pain

Kisses

fangs 02

Today is also the day. And tonight. And today. It’s days before putting in the fangs doesn’t make you excited beyond restraint. You strut naked through the house, you dance, you write, you paint. You slip out into the night, doing I don’t know what. I wonder if you’re hunting for the transfixed woman. I picture you taking other prey and cherish the jealousy it arouses in me. I wake at midnight to find your lips on my upper arm, framing your sharpened fangs.

Tag: Realistic

Kisses

fangs 02

Today is also the day. And tonight. And today. It’s days before putting in the fangs doesn’t make you excited beyond restraint. You strut naked through the house, you dance, you write, you paint. You slip out into the night, doing I don’t know what. I wonder if you’re hunting for the transfixed woman. I picture you taking other prey and cherish the jealousy it arouses in me. I wake at midnight to find your lips on my upper arm, framing your sharpened fangs.

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fangs 01

Today’s the day. This past week I’ve had a Project. Monday started with me excitedly showing you the contents of an Amazon box: three pairs of high-quality fangs, and a Dremel. “We’re going to give you your teeth.” I could see your excitement, and then your anxiousness about the dangers and whether it would work and whether it would live up to your hopes. We talked about it, decided where research was needed, and now today’s the day.

Tag: Astral

Kisses

active feeding

After last time I’ve been more careful. At least, you haven’t had to come rescue me from any dreamworld creatures or demons. But you know I’ve been working. The first time you told me about astral feeding I almost exploded, veering erratically between cosmic horror, profound excitement, lust, and a kind of stillness that looked like an actual trauma response. Honestly, at the time you didn’t know what to make of it.

Tag: Anatomy

Kisses

ink 03

I look sheepish. “This is technically a little dangerous. But I tested it on myself first.” “If it’s dangerous it’s more likely to hurt you, you idiot.” I grin and kiss your knitted brows. “A&E would fix me up fine. We’re not sure if they’d find anything incriminating inside you, though.” It’s been two hours since you swallowed the curiously heavy marble in its waxy, hermetic plastic. I’ve been tappy-tapping on my laptop while you write long-hand in a pad, the perfect picture of alone-together comfort.

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ink 02

You can’t tell if it’s warm in your room or if the heat is coming from inside you. Digestion is an energy-intensive process and your body has been putting in the energy for four hours now. The cute red-headed woman who is the unfortunate recipient of this attention has long since stopped struggling. Your chest is feeling less constricted: especially plump or plentiful prey will sit high in your middle and compress your lungs.

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ink 01

So this morning you wake to find me sitting upright in bed, leafing through a copy of Grey’s Anatomy I brought with me last night. You stretch your neck to see what I’m reading. The technical drawings depict humans cleanly broken apart, carefully labelled, bloodless. I smile and wish you good morning, lean down and place a kiss where your black hair is mussed up from where you slept. You half-close your eyes, cat-like, and snuggle closer.

Tag: Gothic

Kisses

all the world's a stage

I got us opera tickets a while back and have been insufferable since. As the date drew nearer I began spontaneously singing snippets of songs from Carmen and telling you about this one show where the eponymous heroine first appeared on stage in a gorilla suit and did a strip-tease. Even last week I saw you laugh or smile or sing along in response to my joking around, but recently you’ve been more distant, a little sharper.

Tag: Kissing

Kisses

only one dangerous thing

You stir awake. A noise? Did you hear a noise? I’m next to you in your bed, back snuggled up to you. No matter which orientation we start in, I always wake up facing away. I tell you I’m guarding you, or overheating, depending on how serious I’m being at the time. The noise again. I make a noise like I’m clearing my throat, and then shivering. Almost a whimper. I’ve been having them more frequently lately, after the mishap with the grimoire.

Tag: Bdsm

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sensation

“Your eyes are beautiful.” I’ve told you this before, and I’m telling you now. The light is off in your room but you wouldn’t know it. Today I brought thirty candles, a lighter, an honest-to-God brass candle snuffer that made you laugh for a solid thirty seconds, it was so typically me, and an actual miniature fire extinguisher. When I asked why you didn’t laugh at me when I brought that one out of my bag you looked at me with such fondness in your eyes, saying, “I don’t know, your obsession with safety is cute.

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burnsall 03

Earlier… We’re watching television, sprawled across the couch with your feet in my lap. I’m rubbing your feet and you keep apologising and blushing because the youth from Burnsall is making himself known. The burps have stopped—he’s too far gone for that. “Don’t apologise. I find it cute.” You stare at me sceptically over a belly whose mound is lower, more diffuse. “You did not just say that.” “It’s all— it’s all part of the process.

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rope

So today… We play with rope. After I wrote a little bit about it you asked if I actually tied people up. I explained that I’m no expert but can do it safely, then held your hand and asked you if you’d let me tie you. I think you found the slight shyness in my voice cute, and the intensity in my eyes a little hot. After some discussion and teasing you said yes, and the predatory look came to my face again, which you have come to learn is linked with a desire to feed or please you.

Tag: Fun

Kisses

adventuuuuure

It’s three in the morning when I shake you gently awake. You look up, shaking off vague dreams of building a house with tall walls, and it takes a little while to orient yourself. “Bluh? What’s the matter?” I’m doing that thing where I’m looking at you like I’m the luckiest man in the world again. At least you think I am. Your eyes are not quite focusing despite your excellent night vision, and you can feel that your hair is sticking at right angles where you slept on it.

Tag: Bondage

Kisses

burnsall 03

Earlier… We’re watching television, sprawled across the couch with your feet in my lap. I’m rubbing your feet and you keep apologising and blushing because the youth from Burnsall is making himself known. The burps have stopped—he’s too far gone for that. “Don’t apologise. I find it cute.” You stare at me sceptically over a belly whose mound is lower, more diffuse. “You did not just say that.” “It’s all— it’s all part of the process.

Tag: Sacrifice

Kisses

a taste part 2

I am a fool. I am so lucky. I watch as your eyes close again, the better to savour what you take from my wrist. Watching your eyelids feels like watching the guillotine fall. I can’t pull away. When I try, your arms feel like iron, and you rock only the tiniest bit. Blood loss fuzzes my motor control, making me feel hot, weak and shaky. Watching the rhythmic pulsing of your throat isn’t helping matters.

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a taste part 1

It’s been a few days since we’ve seen one another. It’s unusual for me to be absent like this. I’m not great at responding to text messages at the best of times but it takes half a day for me to respond to your check-in. When I text to ask if you can meet me at mine it’s a bit inconvenient. You’re a little annoyed at my disappearing act and you’re considering saying no to teach me a lesson, but my next message piques your curiosity.

Tag: Voreplay

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ink 01

So this morning you wake to find me sitting upright in bed, leafing through a copy of Grey’s Anatomy I brought with me last night. You stretch your neck to see what I’m reading. The technical drawings depict humans cleanly broken apart, carefully labelled, bloodless. I smile and wish you good morning, lean down and place a kiss where your black hair is mussed up from where you slept. You half-close your eyes, cat-like, and snuggle closer.

Tag: Food

Kisses

rope

So today… We play with rope. After I wrote a little bit about it you asked if I actually tied people up. I explained that I’m no expert but can do it safely, then held your hand and asked you if you’d let me tie you. I think you found the slight shyness in my voice cute, and the intensity in my eyes a little hot. After some discussion and teasing you said yes, and the predatory look came to my face again, which you have come to learn is linked with a desire to feed or please you.

Tag: Playful

Kisses

cocktails

I stagger through the door, clinking with two carrier bags of bottles. Spirits. Some are started, brought from my place; some I’ve bought special. “Cocktails,” is how I greet you. “Okay,” you agree. I lay out what we’ve got, from advocaat to Zinfandel, which I admit I only bought because I didn’t know a spirit beginning with z to fit that joke. It’ll go for sangria. You like sangria? I start mixing some up, handing you some oranges and apples to slice.

Tag: Unfinished

Kisses

heist, part 1

Feels amazing, huh? So if you won’t let yourself indulge in that way, maybe you need someone to make it happen. Someone desperate, who has to make a few people disappear. Picture it: Night out, friend of a friend introduces you to this guy. Charming, bit jumpy. Workman’s hands, nice glasses, fits his T-shirt well. Later, when everyone’s more drunk than you are, they go trawling for a late-night shame feast.