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I’ve written a story for Pique magazine called ‘Couched Intent’. It’s kinky as all hell, and probably up there with the most kinky things I’ve written, I think. It’s about discovery and discomfort, and a whole lot of experiences I’ve managed to cobble together into something approaching a narrative.
You can read it here, and there’s a whole bunch of other kink-related stories in the Valentine’s issue here. And below, there’s a bit of an excerpt, to wet your tongue and start you squirming.
I always was awfully confident in my own abilities. Hope you enjoy it.
“So what are you into?”
Their introductions were barely cold, hadn’t even been given a chance to breathe and she’d already dived for that conversational hot potato. It was a mad scramble at a life raft that may or may not have been there. For a moment, he entertained the thought of divulging , letting her know every little piece of the puzzle, where his fetishes lay, and exactly what it was that he liked to do.
But she didn’t want to know, not really. This was an attempt to force a stilted conversation into motion, lurching forward with enough fuel in its engines to keep going for a few more minutes before she disengaged and wandered to the next unsuspecting guy, blindsiding him with that same question. More to the point, she was only asking it so that she could answer it herself.
