Update: I guess I’m feeling extra kind today what with all that kinkiness that surrounds my English classes so I’ve decided to post the real no-prelude-no-sugar-coatiness-just- your-regular-rough-and-tumble sex scene below.
Bear with me folks. I’m on a roll. Below is another genre from yours truly. It’s called Illusions Do Not Exist Sex with Fairies. I think it might be interstitial. When you can’t place it anywhere, it’s the latter. It’s a combination of fantasy, erotica and literary. Again which makes it hard to find its perfect mate in a magazine. Do you know of any magazine/ezine that might accept this kind of story?
Why do I make things hard for myself sometimes? I can write stories that stick to one genre only but most of the time I can’t seem to do that. This is how I write. I’m not trying to look for an easy way out and conform to stories that don’t suit my style. That just isn’t me. This is why I’m sharing the story below so the characters can come alive in other people’s minds.
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So for your viewing reading pleasure (and to answer your question-yes, I’ve included the sex scene below), enjoy.
Sex with Fairies
Emma’s first kiss was a drunken fumble on prom night. Years later, she lost her virginity fooling around with her boyfriend on his mother’s bed. She found him later in the same position with another woman, his quivering behind thrust out crudely in the air. He lost some of his pride and dignity that night when she hit him with a frying pan. Not to mention some of his teeth.
She still kept them in her purse.
Emma was a woman who didn’t believe in any fantasy of sorts that came out of storybooks and movies –of faceless princes on horseback, candlelit dinners, carefully planned trysts and of miraculous kisses that bring back the dead,
Clearly, she had no idea what was going to happen to her on Ryan’s deathday.
Ryan was a schizophrenic in _____’s House, a private institution for mental patients abandoned by their rich relatives who cannot bear the public humiliation of carting them off to the asylums. Nobody knew his background, where he had come from or who his wealthy benefactor was. He often claimed he was not long in this world and never did belong in it and that someday he would go back there.
Emma admitted there was something in Ryan that scared her. He was young enough with unruly hair and wild flashing blue eyes. Perhaps it was the unique symmetry of his features that lend him the rare possession of an otherworldly air. The delicately pinched nose, the flawless ivory skin that had never so much felt the friendly burn of the sun, the curious sharp tips of his ears and the startlingly red mouth as dark as crushed bleeding roses. He often had a sated wolf’s expression that was contemplating its next meal. And when Emma wasn’t looking, he would sometime send sly and cunning looks her way.
He was her subject for her Semantics class project. She was close to finishing it now and cannot wait for her graduate studies to be over.
That was why she didn’t mind when Ryan invited her for his deathday.
“I’ve been clean for many months now,” he said after expressing his delight at her appearance in his party. “I think it’s time.”
He had taken careful pains in his appearance. His hair was gelled back and combed, his eyebrows plucked and smoothened and he even splashed on some expensive cologne. He wore an elegant suit for the occasion and polished his black shoes till they gleamed.
“Let me give you something Emma,” he said, leading her to the dance floor. “As a way of thanking you for your companionship these past few months.”
She protested. There was nothing he had she wanted really. She doubted even if his wealthy patron would fulfill a request from a madman.
He leaned over her, the bottom depths of his eyes changing hues from light azure to inky black in such rapidity that she could feel an irresistible pull to lose herself in those pools forever. Flashing his wicked grin as if guessing her thoughts he said, “You don’t believe me?” It was a contemptuous striking statement.
And here’s what you’ve been waiting for folks – the prelude to the sex scene.
Sorry, I’m not giving everything away. — Well, so much for that.
He lifted her arm to begin a slow sensuous journey of his tongue to her shoulder. The reverent strokes of his tongue seeped through her elbow white glove all the while rolling the fabric out, inch by inch till it dangled like a helpless baby on his fingertips. He pulled her then roughly to depart from the room. He threw down her glove and for a minute, it flapped and floated in the air, lonely and determined to finish its dance not quite ready to descend yet, its fingers fluttering its goodbyes to her as he thrust her into a chamber where she sank deep down into the surface of the softest canopy.
Ryan’s mouth fastened onto hers and an explosion of tastes and memories racked her soul, reaching down their fearsome claws to reach down and shake her so that for a moment she just laid there suspended. It was the sweet song of the thrush during spring. The sharp tang of lemon acid. White anger filming her eyes as she hit her old lover’s head nearly killing him. The saccharine taste of sponge cake sliding down her throat. Her delight at being accepted into the university of her choice. The bright rays of the sun obscuring the moving shadow beneath the apple tree until Ryan stood before her and it was their first meeting.
It was only when he entered her that the spell broke and she realized they were naked, their bodies gleaming with sweat, her arms trapped beneath his. Her body had traitorously moved on without her –a separate vigorous entity intent on fulfilling its own carnal purpose. The heady mingled scent of their juices and animal desire overpowered her senses that she had no choice but to abandon herself to the sea of the moment that rushed up to embrace her with its crashing surf and sweet salty whispers of fleeting promises.
—End of Excerpt
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