Filthy God – A Hybrid Cento

she didn’t have time to suffer, or even to grieve, each time he’d thrust his organ deeply into her, her face had distorted. each time he did so, the squeals turned to something like sobs. the small hole in the pink that peeked out between the lips of her vagina would remain open at those…

Giallo

paint her in giallo paperback binding folded back open book spread pacing through pages flipping with anticipation on edge for each new thrill revealed in stages unknown pleasures phantom stranger lurking in subtext sharp as a knife pressed against her precious neck beaded with sweat pulsing with blood engorged enflamed erogenous zones heated flushing red…

Without Substance

a kiss means nothing – sex even less – the warmth of an embrace is cold – without substance

Lip Service

i get her on her knees and she won’t look at me but i’ll take what i can get these days i don’t get much anymore and it bothers me that it doesn’t seem to bother me like I think it should – even the tease of this wet mouth bobbing indignantly while tracing the…

Savage Union

she comes on with predatory grace an ease both elegant and subdued – pheromone trance ensnares the naive youth of a boy fresh eager to please presents himself – savage union rends him stripping him of his dignity and rips him head to toe but he doesn’t know yet – confidence boosts alpha male static…

Old Wounds Pt. 1

I met her on a dating app, finally reserved to seeking conversation in place of sex. The tedious, critical process of selectively swiping on potential partners reduced to a mindless exercise, apathetically thumbing through profiles while never glancing down at the screen. This had become habitual, more impulse than directed action. Running out of potential…