Off The Beaten Path

This falls under the category of things that don’t go together — at least in my mind.

I love fantasies. Whether they are things I just think, pieces of fiction I write or fantasies I read from the minds of others, I love letting the imagination go. I love to see where it takes me. Yes, some of the things in my mind are extreme (I’ll write about “piss canings” some other time – maybe) but for the most part they are an interesting and exciting topographic map of my kinkiness. Maybe I’ve just never noticed before nor cared but I find myself fascinated by fantasies that seem a little bit off. I don’t mean wild flights of craziness that leave the reader stunned but those that have one little quirky thing in them that is a little window into the deepest part of a person’s desires.

This topic comes up because of something I recently read online — I’ve changed it around a bit so it won’t be immediately identifiable. Must avoid plagiarism. I was reading a typical schoolgirl fantasy which touched on all the relevant plot points — detention, office, spanking, etc. Then all of a sudden there’s this throwaway line which is something along the lines of, “…and he uses a velvet wand to shock her bruised ass”. At this point you can cue that screeching tires sound because that’s exactly what it felt like when I was reading it. I’m sitting there looking at the page and saying to myself, “Really? A velvet wand in a school administrator’s office?” It just seemed so out of the ordinary that it snapped me out of the fantasy.

Now I’m not saying that people shouldn’t write or be turned on by whatever they want. In the end, it’s their thing and they are welcome to it. It’s just that I often like my kinky fantasies to fit together well. For example, unless there is a reason for a science fictional element to show up in a story, a death ray suddenly produced from the pocket of a school janitor in a story doesn’t work. To me it’s like an historical inaccuracy in a novel or movie that is so blatant it makes me pay attention to it rather than the whole. It also makes me think more about the author than the story. It’s obvious this person has a thing about velvet wands or that person has a thing about safety pins (rectal thermometers don’t count — that one’s OK).

I’ve read lots of fantasies that are out there. I’ve certainly written my share of them. But I tend to like the “out there” ones more when they are that way from the beginning rather than exhibiting a sudden belch of oddness.