Environment Stories

Two bodies, pressed together in a violent stillness. Skin to skin, force meeting force. They are wrapped in a passionate embrace. Without movement, but not without force. A motionless dance, building energy and desire. They both yearn for release, but neither will submit. And slowly the stalemate breaks as merciful tremors shake both. Flesh slides, only for a moment, ever so slightly. The effect breaks both, moaning as th...

“Hey, Natasha,” the editor of Sydney’s trashier daily paper called across the newsroom, a smirk on his overweight face, “Are you eco-curious?” For me, an out and proud young journalist, this kind of banter was a tedious occupational hazard. But one I played along with so I would be accepted into the journalist team. “Past the curious stage boss,” I said, faking a one of the boys’ smile. “Bio-sexual, eco-femme or eco-butch...