SSC07: The Fantasy
SSC Category: Adult
Word Count: 492

The Fantasy

You would say you're not into pain, but I know one of my own. You might not go for the ritual...not raw enough for your tastes...not bloody enough. Fuck it. I can do without all that. What matters happens in the gut. In the heart. That's the draw and that's the repulsion. But you know that. You get that. That's the crux of the mystery.

You shut the door. I want to hurt you now, just a little. Just enough to force feeling from you...just enough to bring you to your knees. Only a kindred spirit understands just how deeply you can feel. And how quickly you can throw that feeling off again. Forged from the same fire, I get it too. Even if I'm not as practiced as you.

Your eyes pierce me, delving.

"You're safe, baby," I say.

You grin suddenly and reply "I know I am. Are you?"

"Hell, yes."

But I don't know. Not now. That's the magic of it.

This isn't the fantasy.

In the fantasy, I start by slapping the look of certainty right off your face, taking satisfaction in seeing the shock register in your darkening eyes. You move toward me, but I shove you back into your chair. I grab your hair and kiss you hard, shoving my tongue between your warm lips and sucking the emotion from your depths. You swear when I pull back and bite your lip. I raise my hand to smack you again, but you grab my wrist. I shiver when your tongue wets the palm of my hand. I try to pull away. This is my dance and I'm not done leading. But you grab my hair now and kiss me just as hard, pulling me into you, your tongue choking me. Again, I slap you. In the fantasy, I beat you silly before I fuck your brains out.

This isn't the fantasy.

You come to me and brush your fingertips over my neck. You find that spot above my pulse. I mentioned it once, long ago. Leave it to you to remember. A sigh rattles through me and a small whimper forces its way from between my closed lips. Your hand is on my head now and you grab a handful of hair. I expect action, but you pause, your eyes searching mine.

Coy doesn't work for me. My eyes are deep, but clear.

"I would never wound you," I say. "Not deeply."

Your hand tightens on my hair as you pull me close and part my lips with your tongue. Your mouth sears mine and I meet your kiss, match your passion. It consumes us. As the kiss ends, I nip at your bottom lip, smiling as you flinch.

"Bitch," you whisper heatedly.

I smile and answer, "Yes."

Your hand slams against my ass. I smile again and melt against you, sliding down your body to my knees.

This will surpass the fantasy.

(from Lisa, "PhillyGirl")

This was truly hot, dark and hot.  I loved how the characters could be both male, both female or one of each as the author carefully  avoids details that would give it away.  It is a perfect tale for a switch, too, with it being unclear which person is the top and which the bottom and it changes fluidly.  A little gem of a story.

I didn't understand this story.  I read it over and over and it still confused me.  I just can't seem to see what it's about.  I do like how it seems to go from F/M to M/F quickly, but I cannot be sure that both the characters aren't female.  Because there is so much left to be desired, I can't help but make up the rest and insert the missing pieces, in my head.

Only incidentally about spanking, this is nevertheless some really hot dialogue. I'm not sure if it's meant to be an inner monologue or if the narrator is actually saying these things to her lover, but either way... I find a little bit of slapping hot, and I also like the stark tone of the words. Nothing flowery or fancy.

The way it's written it is very hard to even tell the genders of the characters though you do eventually find out the narrator is a female when she is called a bitch, I don't think you know if her lover is a man or a woman, so I imagine this story will appeal to a lot of people. As far as the actually spanking goes, it's just sort of tacked on at the end and not very descriptive, but for me that wasn't a problem.

This was hot, original, and from the heart.  Fantasy isn't real life, isn't as predictable, isn't as controllable, and just plain isn't deliverable.  But even the imperfections of real life can be more satisfying than fantasy.  This spoke to that kind of communion between partners, to the little perfections (like a touch right where we want it), when things go right even when everything isn't what we thought we wanted.  Good job.

I find this story a little confusing, but the descriptive language is very nice.  The characters definitely hold my interest even though I can't quite pin down what's happening between them.  While the overall effect is intriguing, and I like the way the author touches on the difference between fantasy and reality, "The Fantasy" doesn't feel quite finished to me.