One of the hottest, most intense new entries in the Simonian Canon! The ambiguity adds a lot here I think--you don't get too much into details about the two lovers. You leave the man a shadowy, dominant power, bringing his physicality in just enough to reference his wielding the strop, and of course, the geography of his cock. Her physical description is also sparse--the gag, the coat and bindings, the stockings--the contrast of them versus her naked body when stripped of her coat--the pain from the strikes, blood surging into her nipples, her feral "howl like a she wolf." Excellent work on POV--being totally in her mind--and giving a live update on every sensation and her desire to submit to him. Her being pulled by her hair, pushed to the floor, the stockings ripped, being positioned to fellate him, then the story ends abruptly. Given the dark, eerie setting, the chiaroscuro which dominates the space, the sparse imagery, and the sheer intensity of physicality and sensation here, I get a heavy dreamlike vibe from this piece, like we, as readers, are voyeuristically peeking into the dark shadows of a mind--a fantasy, something longed for, pined and desired, but denied somehow, except in the netherworld (or, as the Jungian psychologist James Hillman would say--"underworld") of the dreamscape, where inhibitions do not exist, morality is forbidden, and all pleasures are freely indulged without judgement, without consequence. Further, the shadowy, vague descriptions of the couple can allow readers to go beyond voyeurism to slip into the fantasy, and become one or both of the characters--neither the man nor the woman are described in painstaking detail, so the scenario's doors are open to all who have the desire and vision to engage the fantasy, share the feelings, the sights and sounds of the space, etc. It's something of an "interactive" piece of erotica. Among your finest, Simone! Bravissima!
Thank you John. I do listen to myself when I tell my students to, 'paint their characters with light brush stokes like a watercolour artist and let the reader's imagination make up the detail'. I like the way this story hovers on the edge of the preternatural. I was tempted to push it into that realm but it I think it works better with him as a shadowy figure.
The female character has an intense mental connection with the male but her only physical contact with him is via the strop and through his hands and cock, hence the descriptions.
I definitely found the overall effect similar to the very first episode from the Goldilocks series, when Sophie first encounters the gender-bending demon, so I saw the notion of the uncanny lurking about in this one.
One of the hottest, most intense new entries in the Simonian Canon! The ambiguity adds a lot here I think--you don't get too much into details about the two lovers. You leave the man a shadowy, dominant power, bringing his physicality in just enough to reference his wielding the strop, and of course, the geography of his cock. Her physical description is also sparse--the gag, the coat and bindings, the stockings--the contrast of them versus her naked body when stripped of her coat--the pain from the strikes, blood surging into her nipples, her feral "howl like a she wolf." Excellent work on POV--being totally in her mind--and giving a live update on every sensation and her desire to submit to him. Her being pulled by her hair, pushed to the floor, the stockings ripped, being positioned to fellate him, then the story ends abruptly. Given the dark, eerie setting, the chiaroscuro which dominates the space, the sparse imagery, and the sheer intensity of physicality and sensation here, I get a heavy dreamlike vibe from this piece, like we, as readers, are voyeuristically peeking into the dark shadows of a mind--a fantasy, something longed for, pined and desired, but denied somehow, except in the netherworld (or, as the Jungian psychologist James Hillman would say--"underworld") of the dreamscape, where inhibitions do not exist, morality is forbidden, and all pleasures are freely indulged without judgement, without consequence. Further, the shadowy, vague descriptions of the couple can allow readers to go beyond voyeurism to slip into the fantasy, and become one or both of the characters--neither the man nor the woman are described in painstaking detail, so the scenario's doors are open to all who have the desire and vision to engage the fantasy, share the feelings, the sights and sounds of the space, etc. It's something of an "interactive" piece of erotica. Among your finest, Simone! Bravissima!
Thank you John. I do listen to myself when I tell my students to, 'paint their characters with light brush stokes like a watercolour artist and let the reader's imagination make up the detail'. I like the way this story hovers on the edge of the preternatural. I was tempted to push it into that realm but it I think it works better with him as a shadowy figure.
The female character has an intense mental connection with the male but her only physical contact with him is via the strop and through his hands and cock, hence the descriptions.
I definitely found the overall effect similar to the very first episode from the Goldilocks series, when Sophie first encounters the gender-bending demon, so I saw the notion of the uncanny lurking about in this one.
“There is no resistance, I part like melting butter. The skin of his thighs melds with mine as he fills me completely.”
Suddenly I craved butter.. 🤤
Thank you for reading Nikolaos. If it induces a craving, perhaps one of the butter companies will snap it up as an ad.