connecting the dots by editing & writing erotica
Sabrina cut her finger on the edge of the cardboard Drew—it was like the card that he gave her was a thorn in her purse. But she could not compel herself to throw it out, maybe it was because of the memory of sex with him she had had most recently, the most bizarre role […]
Jeanne was in a daze between the wine, and the incredulity of the fact that her father was dead. The father she never met was dead, and it was a startling revelation. She hoped she covered up nicely enough, when Eliza took her hand and asked if she was okay. When she left Eliza and […]
Terrence’s tongue felt like water bobbing around her when she was perfectly still. Eliza closed her eyes, and fondled her breasts as she sat on his face. He had been looking at her all evening like if Jeanne was not there, he would have placed her across the table and fucked her for everyone to […]
Sabrina was curled on the bed, blanket pulled up over her so she could block out the sun. Her body still ruminated from what happened at the hotel between her and Drew. She did not know if Drew knew it was her, or if he really thought that she was a lookalike that he had […]
Sabrina wandered in the area of the hotel, but did not go in. She did not know if she was going to see Drew—he gave her his card like she was going to seek him out. She had no intention of doing so… …except there she was wandering outside like a prostitute. The prostitute that […]
Sabrina wore the wig back to Harry’s. When she left the hotel after Drew, she did not wear it because there were people who would know she was Nichy if they saw her. But in his apartment, she realized that Harry would not have any idea who Nichy was. When she walked into the livingroom, […]
It was an accident. Sabrina meant to call Jeanne. But she accidentally called Drew because she had been looking at his contact information on her phone, and she had hung up when she heard his voice. But he still called back. “Hello?” His accent filled the line, and she hung up because that was not […]
Mal with a naked face, lying on his side looking at her made Jeanne feel fragile. That was why he called her Fleur, a play on Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal. She was his fleur–his flower. “Your corpse flower maybe!” she would chide, but this time, she wanted to be fragile to him. To be […]
“You like falling in love more than anything. More than loving or being in love, you love the sensation of falling,” Jeanne had said between her cigarette in one hand, and her gin in the other while surveying her friend. Jeanne’s words stayed with Sabrina long after the two women parted. She did not see […]
Jeanne placed the newspaper next to her in the backseat of the town-car. The driver had left newspapers and magazines in the back, so passengers could read them while he was driving them to their destination. Newspapers reminded her of herself, or her sister since one or the other was in them all the time…and […]