That's The Game

[hot_4_hahn]

mp3 That’s The Game

The floors ding by on the elevator, my stomach dropping as each one lights up; seven, eight, nine…With one last ding the doors slide open.  Clinging to the rail that runs along the back wall of the lift, I’m not sure my legs will move.  Or, even if they do, I think the rush of blood from my head will cause me to faint.

Comments

[hectic1]

Hmm...

Okay, let's start at the beginning. I finally took a gander at the bingo card of yours and it surprised a kind of horrified chuckle out of me. Good luck with some of those. Now, with that same anxiety driven excitement of a person waiting in line for a haunted house, I'm looking forward to reading these.

As for this one, so much for smut light. I don't read a lot of smut, because it's not generally my thing. However, I almost always read yours because they're so much more than Erica getting it on with someone just for the sake of having her getting it on. You always manage to integrate Erica's emotional state with the action so that we're able to empathize, or at least sympathize, with the characters and see them as much more than mere sex objects. Oh, and this was hot.

I have to say, this is one of my favorite smutlettes of yours so far. I give this one my highest rating, an A, for awesome. I particularly liked Erica's rationalizations to herself about why she was doing it. All very plausible and she doesn't have to worry about the 'crazy bitch' factor the next day, like you do after a random one night stand. Not that I'm speaking from experience or anything...

Anyway, moving on. My favorite parts were when Erica looked at 'the watercolor print of the shore, waves lapping onto the sand' and the 'stark white ceiling.' Great imagery that really added a depth and a realism to the other, ehem, action that was being carried out. And the sex, as always, was very blush worthy. This was definitely the Smut Queen holding court. Nicely done.

[hot_4_hahn]

Well, I like to think (and sometimes patronize myself probably) that the smut is really just a vehicle for me to tell the story of this character the way I like. The prompts have simply been a way for me to think about Erica in a myriad of settings that I probably wouldn’t come to all on my own. I like the exploration of her through the physical manifestation of her longings and desires, both emotional and carnal.

After what she’s been through I could see her withdrawing back into herself, and being reluctant to give of herself, for fear of being hurt again. I think she probably thinks she’s been out there looking and simply can’t find a woman that’s like the one she described, but really I don’t think she would be looking with open and honest eyes. She’s got some issues to work through. So I don’t really see this as a last resort for her, so much as an avoidance?

And she’s so wrapped up in her head and her hesitancy at this encounter. I think sometimes we do lose our grasp on the moment as odd things come into focus (the print) until we get pulled back in. I’ve always been fascinated by the switches and triggers inside the brain that flick on and off at these moments. You come in and out, forward and back; everything on overdrive. Anyway…

Thank you, your comment is blush worthy for me. I really love that you can see the underlying snippets of character I’m trying to explore. Sometimes sex is sex, but I hope most of the time here, that it’s just a little bit more. I do really appreciate it.