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.

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[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.