Jacqueline Brocker's Blog, page 10

A Night in a Year: 47. Undulate

A new song starts, a quicker, more rolling beat, and Orhan’s hands drift further down, now emphatically on her hips, fingers splaying, digging in. The line of politeness has now been crossed, and sex can be the only intent. She smiles, and in time with the music, turns in her centre spot, and slides her [...]

A Night in a Year: 46. Sway

Orhan lets go of her hands, moves them to her waist. His fingers rest at the place were her stomach ends and her hips begin; a place, she’s always thought, that marks where touching above is gentlemanly, and below is sexy. It’s the perfect place, she thinks, for him to linger for a while, between [...]

Short Story: Wandering Nail

Word count: 1500 Content: Erotica, NSFW, m/f Setting: Contemporary Notes: Originally written in two parts for Wicked Wednesday. In the fresh Stockholm summer, they stumble from the party through the glass doors onto the deck, him catching her by the arm, both giggling as their wine just manages to avoid sloshing over their nice clothes. [...]

A Night in a Year: 44. To the Floor

Again, her next words are cut by Orhan falling back next to Jeroen, forcing himself into the picture again. Once more, the contest is on. It does, she admits to herself, amuse her to let it continue for a while. Granted, it may well be a double or nothing game, but the night is still [...]

Short Story: Red by the River

Red by the River first appeared in Filament magazine, Issue 7, Volume II, December 2010. It was my first professional publication, and in a magazine whose philosophy I fully support(ed – they have unfortunately closed, which is a real shame.) This short piece is about art, sunsets, and lovely red-headed young men, and is approximately [...]

A Night in a Year: 43. Jeroen

“I do wonder, though,” Orhan continues, “if you are maybe taking a risk.” He actually sounds concerned, properly worried for her safety. She isn’t sure whether she is touched or annoyed. “There is risk in everything. And I can look after myself,” she says, flatly. He nods, and she tries to detect a patronizing edge [...]

Short Story: The Insect and the Octopus

This is a short story I had published in the University of Sydney literary magazine, Hermes, back in 2004. My first ever fiction publication, which was pretty exciting, and I got some prize money for it too. I still have the dress I bought with that money too… Note: It isn’t erotica (gasp!) and there [...]

A Night in a Year: 42. Orhan

A hand falls on Jeroen’s shoulder. From the smiles exchanged between him and the man and woman who are behind him, he knows them. Reluctance flashes across his face, but he excuses himself, and stands just a bit away from the table to talk with the couple. Orhan casts his eyes down, as if that [...]

A Night in a Year: 32-34. Queue, Origin, Down Below

A queue is snaking out from the bar she wishes to enter. She looks down the length of it, and assess it will be at least a five minute wait. She decides she can afford five minutes. She attaches herself onto the end, and is soon joined by a group of four men. They are [...]

A Night in a Year: 41. Competition

Diarmuid’s gaze swivels in Xavier’s direction, and he frowns. “Right. That’s a problem.” He glances back at her, and then cocks his head at his two friends remaining at the table. “Have fun.” She thinks he means it. Almost. Diarmuid leaves with his pint, Xavier oblivious to his approach. She can’t decide if this will [...]