Ready to explore the deepest, darkest thoughts of Scarlett Devine? Are you sure you can handle it? Be forewarned, this area is not for the weak of heart. These thoughts, fantasies, urges, and desires exist deep within the core of one of the most deviant, sexual, and erotically stimulating minds you will ever come across. So go ahead, read on, I DARE YOU!

A Holy Trinity

She was as bad as they get in Catholic school. All the nuns knew her type. The sullen, pouty lips, that cocky attitude like she was little Miss Lolita herself. Delilah was more like it. And she knew it. She knew she had the firm legs of a dancer, the young, large breasts of a Botticelli, the low husky voice of a sixteen year old that had snuck her mother’s Pall Malls since she was thirteen. All she had to do was look at you with her big green doe eyes, and you wanted to listen, you wanted to believe. She would have tempted a saint, that one… READ MORE

An Amazon's Prize

They called her Daughter of Ares. And she is feared as much as she is respected. The warrior, for all his skill, toted his spear with ease and a blatant cockiness that came with being a Prince and the greatest hunter in his tribe. His body was honed and oiled, a well-sculpted and efficient killing machine. He had tracked the panther past the boundaries of his land, wanting the prize more than the penalty and defying both. His elders had talked since his birth of a tribal nation ruled by women who were God-like and possessing of gifts and strengths that could out-match any man. At this, the Prince had always secretly scoffed, imagined it a fable to keep less brave men at bay, and routinely visualized himself hunting such a fine prey, subduing her, and parading his victory for the whole land to admire. Then there would be a new tale to tell around cook fires and sleeping huts. He would become the God........ READ MORE

Sashimi

A man walks into a Sushi Bar. It’s modern and minimal. The greens are glowing, the reds are slashes on black canvas. The restaurant is dotted with customers, muted conversations and the reverence of Ryuteki flutes.

He sits down at the rose-white marble bar, glancing around curiously for a waitress, hoping she will be in traditional kimono. The lemongrass is tangy, the orchids delicate. And he smells other perfumes, the salt of soy sauce, the clean crisp tang of chilled fresh fish, cucumber and sweet jasmine. There is something else in the air. A fragrance familiar to him and yet intangible. He wishes he could place it, but also that it remain a mystery,........ READ MORE

Black Widow:

On misty country mornings I would walk through the woodlands that bordered the high grass fields in Southern Alabama. I lingered more in the trees than grassy knolls. One was adequate for hiding, if that’s what I had in mind, but as a young woman, whose nubile body was ever blossoming as quickly as the imagination, I was drawn to tall, leafy linear shafts whose bark and limbs were made for the perfect clinging geography of spider webs, the delicate filaments whose spindles glowed white in sunrise brights.

Of all the thousands of species of eight-legged creatures, these lucky ladies were obvious in their instant and ravenous countenance. Instead of fear or an indifferent respect, I was taken to studying their devious methods and equally insatiable tastes, so much so that my awakening body found a familiar kinship........ READ MORE

Archetype: Woman

I am going to her apartments in the West Village. I am gliding there. I do not feel cold, but the wind is helping push me up loftier streets and I’m glad, glad for everything in the universe that lead me to her, that allows me to be with her.

My trip to her doorstep is mostly forgotten. In my head, I am already there. Past, present, future. I’m like the faithful puppy returning to his Master’s side after getting turned around in a dusky park. Just call me Rover....... READ MORE

Fetish For Thought: Pain

“Why? Why me? Why am I drawn to this?”

Yes, haven’t you made that first step, or maybe a million, toward something that calls you into the darker recesses of your nature. A need, a flash of fantasy, the ironic barbarism in a civilized world to be spanked and smothered and taken against your will. The step toward complete surrender… READ MORE