Heat
Written: March 10, 2001
This is a short one. Like most of my stories, this one started with a strong image in my mind. Hot, humid summer night - the kind of night where the sweat just rolls down your body and there aren't enough electric fans in the world to keep you cool. Always a fertile place for a story, the dark, stifling night that lends its own measure of claustrophobia.
I'm always fascinated with the internals struggles of a submissive. He's got to remember that his main thing in life is to make his Domme happy, at least if you subscribe to one way of thinking (presumably espoused by Doms and Dommes the world over). After all, any subbie worth his weight would never ever want to be accused of topping from the bottom, now would he? Anyways, in my mind, there is always that internal struggle of a sub getting what he wants and still making his Domme happy. It's a bitch, sometimes. Any guy will tell you exactly what it takes to get him off - face it, we've been practicing exactly that since we found out our wieners could sometimes be coaxed to grow and make us really happy. But here's the dilemma of the male sub - the real power exchange. He's giving his body to his Domme and she may not have the same ideas regarding the little wiener as he does.
And there, I've almost written more in the forward than in the story. So I'll stop and let you read Heat.
Toran