The taste hits my tongue from miles away. The jerks and thrusts all phoned-in from Boston, London, Mars. I wonder if it's like this for all whores. I say I'm different. I've driven a Rolls, worn Armani, order wine without looking at the price. But the taste of Merlot is lost, replaced by the flavour of a dozen fucks. I chuckle at this and my ( Read more... )

I always wondered how a guy with the word "wang" in his last name could command any respect but, hey, what do i know? Bricks and i never gelled, but he's fun to write.It's a violation of trust. Man goes to prison, his lady go too. She calls him, puts on a good show in the visitation room for his boys, you know. Problem is, you got too much time ( Read more... )

So. I was in class, dreaming away when i thought "hey. Do something useful." So i wrote fiction. Which is like, kind of useful, right? So the next three entries are me trying to work my way through the old challenges... i hope that's okay. The way i figured it, any new fic was good fic, even if it's only my drabbles. If y'all would prefer i ( Read more... )

Clocking in at 103, i decided to take a spin. In honour of the holiest of months, of course.Old as the bible. The grab and pull mastered by every 13-year-old behind a firmly locked bathroom door. After a decade of prison it's amazing he can still feel anything. Him and Beecher, jostling for Onan's crown. Beecher won't cop to it but he doesn't ( Read more... )

like i was gonna let this challenge go by without an entry. A rarity for me, writing about the bad girl of Oz C.O.s but, there you go. 106 words.It used to be a playground taunt, something to be shouted without knowing the meaning. But it worked. Just listen to it. As harsh as a thunderclap. All the better to hurt you with, my dear. Added bonus ( Read more... )

A double dose this week in honour of Mav's birthday. Dedicated to the one and only, Maverick.He thinks he takes them to escape. To run away from cold walls and iron bars. Because he doesn’t have a choice. Because he’s too far gone now ( Read more... )

Final word count: 122. Couldn't make it fit. Ah, well. A tribute to what must be one of Keller's favourite cities. He still remembers Las Vegas. The city born to birth him. Press the heels of your hands against your eyelids till it hurts. That skull-crushing burst is Vegas. Let 85 miles of sand sit under pressure and you're left with glass. ( Read more... )

A little Season 6 action-- yeah, i have a thing about the behind-the-stage chair n' duct tape parade.It always feels like this between us. Whether we're separated by 1 bunk or 10 cafeteria tables, he is on top of me; heat on heat, breath sour enough to analyze. Now it's undeniable, this closeness. Bound and gagged while he teases me at ( Read more... )

Written at work, on a whim. A little season 1 action for ya.It's stupid, really ( Read more... )

After something like 3 missed challenges, I finally wrote something. Not sure if I like it yet, but here it is.I'm trying my best to stay relaxed. But with two sets of eyes burning through me I can feel myself starting to sweat. Beecher thinks it's 'cause of the chess, but that shit's easy, been playing for years-- you don't go through years of ( Read more... )