An elegant exploration of language, passion, imagination, and betrayal, Jeffrey DeShell's second novel is a nocturnal meditation on sexual politics and sexual exigency. Full of lyricism and wit, S&M relentlessly questions the roles language and imagination play in the construction of sexual and emotional desire.
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One morning when S- got out of bed she noticed a blood-stain near the center of the pale peach sheet about the size of a dark red credit card she had no idea where Chandler was probably in the bathroom or something although S- thought that Chandler usually didn't get up until later she bent down on her knees on the bed and to examine the spot closer yep it was blood dark brownish purple menstrual blood it wasn't hers she wondered what she should do should she strip the bed and put the sheets in the washer or just cover the stain pretend like she didn't notice she didn't want to embarrass Chandler although this was her favorite set she wasn't angry or anything how could she be these things happened she decided to cover it over with the top sheet maybe Chandler would take care of it while she was at work she successfully suppressed the urge to put her nose down to sniff it then as she moved off the bed and carefully carelessly tossed the top sheet over Chandler burst in with a cup and washcloth tore off the top sheet and began to violently scrub the spot with the moistened cloth the odor of laundry soap filled the room I'm really sorry I think I bled on your sheet fuck I can't stand it when this happens I'll buy you some new sheets It's okay it's nothing I dunno I thought I wouldn't be gushing until next week I hate this sometimes I really do Well said S- at least I'll never forget you Yea every time you see this stain on your sheet you'll think of me Why don't you just take it off the way you're scrubbing it might soak through to the mattress pad Jesus what an idiot I am Chandler stood and began to strip the bed It's okay it really is Chandler said nothing just trudged out of the room with the sheets bundled under her arm S- giggled to herself.
S & M
S & M