Being Driven Slowly Mad

"Sun, sea, and the gradual descent into depravity at the hands and ropes of two teenage students"

As I arch off the wooden seat to the limit of my straining bonds, I'm not sure whether the burning need to cum or my jackhammering pulse will kill me first. The thin white ropes that criss-cross my naked body...

Imitating Art

"Ira, Cole and Noël are dead; Julie London too. So I wrote this song instead and sing it just for you"

The gallery was free, yet full Of endless dull Depictions with no wonder thundering In my heart or head. I stood instead And gazed within: why must my ordinary life Forever imitate art? * There! Amongst the moulded marble Art,...

Her heels clacked as she strode purposefully across the parquet floor of the small, independent art gallery. It was late morning, midweek in early November and she almost had the place to herself. She had plenty of time and space...