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DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
~ the darkly provocative short story collection, by Taylor Siluwé
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about Dancing with the Devil
The phrase evokes images of fiery rituals where witches and demons cavort under the cold moonlight. But that’s science fiction. In real life, the expression does mean cavorting with dark forces — just ones inside our own heads.
DANCING WITH THE DEVIL © 2009 Taylor Siluwé -- featured models: Gianni Astorgia, David Newsome" / "Everyone dances with some devil, but not many will admit it. This collection of stories deal with those sometimes sexy, sometimes darkly disturbing moments when our inner devils come out and dance.
Centered around a single protagonist and his numerous dances with his own dark side — obsession, addiction, lust, all those human motivations that make us do unexpected things with no regrets.
From Breeding Season where we spy a high school crush gone wild, through Beneath Paradise where sex and salvation’s all-out war leaves a young friendship on the battlefield, to the cautionary tales Pretty Young Gangsters, Dancing With The Devil and When Romeo Wakes , each of which peek into the darkest part of obsession’s needy heart.
DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
I'd been spotting José for a couple of years, never knowing his story, never caring that he always seemed to be around during normal working hours or that he always wore the same clothes. I did notice lean chiseled features, a long black ponytail, the mischief and the worlds of pain in his dark-circled eyes.And some nights, alone in the dark, while pleasuring myself, I'd fantasize about fucking him: cuffing him to the headboard and dripping candle wax until he begged me to stop; putting him on all fours, spanking him, yanking him by that ponytail, tossing him to delirium with my tongue, then riding him, doggy-style, ‘til he cried. All sorts of fantasies filled my head, with José always the star, ones that if we remained strangers would stay there, unfulfilled, forever in my mind.Fuck that.I tried desperately to meet him, detouring from my normal routes. Eventually I'd spot his lean frame and ponytail, two, sometimes three blocks away. I'd try to come up with a line, a clever intro, something that would begin our friendship and end with us naked in bed. But my mouth would go dry, my mind void of wit, and all I could say was a whispered . . .‘Sup?Jersey City felt like Fargo the night I said more....