Imagine a world where everything is sexy, people have poise and deportment, everyone is attractive, content and confident and the mere mention of a person’s name fills the reader with the anticipation of instant and long-lasting arousal.
This is not that world. This world is much, much more shit.
Gnéasach exists to scratch an itch – I want to write some filth that’s funny, some that will be absolutely absurd (but self-aware) and some that’s just about right to want to get comfortable and get off. I don’t know if it’ll work, but until I find out I am writing what I would like to make other people perform acts of corporal self abuse.
Old Stuff
This is from before the 2020s. It’s not fucking awful but it’s not very good. Consider this a back catalogue for if you’ve run out of things to read.
Crumpet
Author's note I wrote something as a study (felt pretentious, loved it) in desire. I think I may have been listening to Suzanne Vega at the time. Let's face it, I was. There is...
Tiny
Author's Note I know exactly what I was thinking when I wrote this. So will you, soon. Listening Notes Romanticise by Chela The story She was tiny. He had always known...
A little DIY
Author’s note Written in 2014, apparently. I think this was probably an effort at trying to work out what a cupboard was. We certainly find the man in the story putting up lots...
New Stuff
This is the stuff I’m writing now. I think it’s better, but it could do with a lot of editing and should be taken as rough drafts.
Bulbs.
Content Advisory: CNC, Butt Stuff “Two two four,” she said, seeking his confirmation. “Two two four,” he responded, and hung up. She had done as he had instructed. Her...
Stimulant: Part 3
Read Part One Author’s Note: I worked out how to make it filthier. It took me a fucking year. Listening note: Close Cover by Wim Mertens Story: This is not the sort of thing that...
Born to Bond Part Two
"I like a can-do attitude," she purred. "I know. It's fairly obvious," he responded. "How so?" she asked. "Well," he said, as his tongue traced a line from the inside of her far...
Born to Bond Part One
Author's Note: This is a new departure on a familiar theme, but it will get nicely silly later. It's a bit 'fast-talking, high trousers' for now. Maybe it'll get a bit less...
Insider Trading Omnibus
Insider Trading was written in Spring 2023. It is about a powerful woman who nevertheless has a secret submissive side which could easily ruin her. Will she be ruined? What...
Insider Trading Part Five
What a needy mouth she had. He couldn't quite place the shade, but something stuck in his mind about Pantone 214; the slight pinkish dark raspberry was something pretty special...
Insider Trading Part Four
"You're back on in twelve minutes," said the alarmed-looking Stage Manager, as she strode past him. "Switch my next bit and Karl's piece on the processor. Play the Cameras video....
Insider Trading Part Three
"Today, as we meet in London, we are joined by hundreds of thousands of viewers around the world. We're glad to have you along for the ride, and we hope you enjoy what we've got...
Insider Trading: Part Two.
From the corner of her eye she could see the box containing the product she was launching being brought into the room. Just as she had instructed, the black box was polished to...
Insider Trading: Part One.
Author's note I had an idea and decided to take it too far. Sorry it's been a while. Been busy. Story She stood, backstage, checking the laptop, running through the slides she...
Curiosities
Stuff that doesn’t really fit and isn’t porno but which I’ve written and I don’t want to throw away.
The completist
Author's note This is it, fellas. This is the thing the site was made for. A sex tragicomedy with semen in the first paragraph. You're not going to like it, but you might not...
Fever Dream, Part 1
I want you to know the need in me. My hands in your hair as I kiss along the line of your spine towards the shield-shaped muscle that graces your lower back. I want...
Your infinite sorrow
More fucking music? The opening line to Neil Finn's excellent 'Flying in the face of love' is 'You must reveal your infinite sorrow' and that's a good enough opening line for me....
Once more, with no feeling.
The objective of this blog was, and is, to write APPALLINGLY BAD erotica for a discerning or self-loathing audience. Because of a few words, in which I wrote of their beauty,...
Mixtapes
There probably isn't a cultural history of the importance of mixtapes, and this isn't going to be one, except perhaps as an homage to the best of the genre I was ever sent, and a...
Music
What makes music erotic? What makes music not erotic? What the fuck am I doing with this bonkers segue? Where's the next ick? Whose trousers are these? There are hundreds,...
Crumpet
Author's note I wrote something as a study (felt pretentious, loved it) in desire. I think I may have been listening to Suzanne Vega at the time. Let's face it, I was. There is...
Is porn changing how boys objectify women?
This is one of those needlessly overwrought questions to which the answer could, in the hands of a more skillful writer, be answered with elegant nuance. I am not one such...