February 04, 2010
Our daily kink...
When smut is your air, your food, your water... you get a little jaded. I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean that I am not as shockable as your average Alison. When I talk to friends, I'm always surprised at what they find risque. It takes a lot to shake me up. That said, I also have a more difficult time getting off from your standard porn. Why? I think because I read so much for my job, I'm almost conditioned not to get aroused while I read for work. You can't spot a missing comma when you're gasping for breath. Which means that when I go trolling the web for pleasure, I wind up in the kinkiest places.
And you know what? It's always sort of refreshing when I find myself turned on by porn. When the way some tough-looking dominant man snaps out a command makes my pussy clench. When the way a girl blushes flips my switch. When the snap of a belt, or the fastening of a collar, or the click of a lock thrums inside of me.
That said, today I went back to look at a passage in Beauty's Punishment—my favorite in the trilogy. And there was a two-page scene that was as raw to me as when I first read the book. What's never gotten old in my world is the concept of taking it. Of bearing the brunt. Of going the distance. Anne Rice, writing as A.N. Roquelaure, totally nailed my kink in this scene.
I'm playing around right now with a sub on paper. I hope I can capture that edge.