I'm noodling over a story idea that I think (emphasis on think) is original. I'm curious if anyone else has seen it before on Lit. I've tried to search for it with various tags and I've come up with nothing.
***PacoFear's Idea that He Hereby Invites You to Take Potshots At***
A younger girl that is having difficulty finding her place sexually. Neither gay nor hetero sex feels right to her. She's "caught between."
By sheer chance, the younger girl meets a slightly older woman at a cocktail party who, as luck would have it, is in exactly the same boat. They are soulmates and the meat of the story is the older woman teaching the younger how to exercise (and exorcise) her urges.
When Chance, the younger girl, meets Melissa, the more experienced woman, at a cocktail party, Chance's "problem" comes out. The bit of dialogue I have for this is below.
***
"I'm Chance. You can call me Pixie, though. Everybody does."
Her answer was simple and short, "Melissa."
She was quiet but I knew what to do with quiet people, drown 'em in friendly.
“Mind if call you 'Mel'? I like ‘Mel’ for you. There’s something about a beautiful woman with a guy’s name. You’d make a really good ‘Charlie’ or a ‘Sam’ or–“
“Smooth,” she cut in.
“Hmmm?”
“You just called me beautiful in a very underhanded way. I liked it. Thought you should know.” She took another sip from her glass. “So, gay?”
Wow, she just went straight at it. Fine, I would too, “Yeah, li’l bit.”
A little spritz of cava hit the window glass we were both looking out through as she snorted and giggled at my answer. “Okay, that was pretty fucking funny.” She wiped her lip with a delicate finger. “I’ll bite, exactly how can someone be a little bit gay?”
“When she’s not sure.”
“Not sure as in she has yet to take the plunge?”
“No. She’s– I mean, I’ve, you know, plunged plenty.”
“So you’re just on the fence then?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
“Mmmm, you can’t decide because both are good. That just means you’re bisexual. No harm there, it would certainly leave you tons of dating options,” she mused.
But she’d mused wrong. Dead wrong. “No, no that’s not it. I wish that was it. Both… guys and girls… they’re, well, they’re… bad.”
“Reeaaally?” she teased the word out, stretching it like warm taffy.
“Yeah.”
And then there was a very long pause. Melissa exhaled softly and when she spoke her voice was faraway like she was reciting a poem she'd memorized years ago.
“Because for you, something is always missing. In a woman’s bed everything is too soft, too docile. In a man’s, it’s too coarse, too rushed. You dream of taking and being taken too. Not alpha, not beta, you feel trapped in between. You can’t find your place. Worse, you worry there's no place for you. ”
My mouth fell open entirely on its own. It was like she’d banged a giant tuning fork and held it to my chest. Before she died, my grandmother used to say that truth, real truth, almost hums when it’s spoken. Melissa had just vibrated my bones.
“Uh… yeah. I mean, wow, that’s… that’s exactly right. Don’t know any hermaphrodites do you?” I joked gamely.
She shrugged off my humor, ”Not physical ones, no.”
Before I could ask what she meant, she smiled reassuringly. “You’ll be okay, Pixie. You’re still young. You have time to find your way."
***
Okay, I'm looking to describe a sexual dynamic that involves quickly taking and relinquishing control within a single session. It would have the long, languid, patient sexual feel I associate with lesbian sex but the passion and dominance I associate with hetero sex.
So, finally, my questions that I'm flinging out to y'all:
1) Does this idea interest you?
1) Has anyone seen this on Lit before? I'm looking to measure its originality. Of course, if it turns out there are already stories in this vein, I'm happy to read them as guidance too.
2) If this appeals to you, what do you think sex for two women "caught between" would be like? As I said, I'm picturing a rapidly shifting D/s dynamic. I'm open to your nifty ideas though. Fling 'em at me if you like.
3) What would be the emotional obstacles to someone coming to terms with this strange sexual preference? Right now I'm focusing on Chance confessing to how she struggles with the male, dominant urges that bubble to the surface sometimes during sex. She sadly confesses to dominating a prior lesbian partner with horrible results.
Looking for your $0.02,
-PacoFear
***PacoFear's Idea that He Hereby Invites You to Take Potshots At***
A younger girl that is having difficulty finding her place sexually. Neither gay nor hetero sex feels right to her. She's "caught between."
By sheer chance, the younger girl meets a slightly older woman at a cocktail party who, as luck would have it, is in exactly the same boat. They are soulmates and the meat of the story is the older woman teaching the younger how to exercise (and exorcise) her urges.
When Chance, the younger girl, meets Melissa, the more experienced woman, at a cocktail party, Chance's "problem" comes out. The bit of dialogue I have for this is below.
***
"I'm Chance. You can call me Pixie, though. Everybody does."
Her answer was simple and short, "Melissa."
She was quiet but I knew what to do with quiet people, drown 'em in friendly.
“Mind if call you 'Mel'? I like ‘Mel’ for you. There’s something about a beautiful woman with a guy’s name. You’d make a really good ‘Charlie’ or a ‘Sam’ or–“
“Smooth,” she cut in.
“Hmmm?”
“You just called me beautiful in a very underhanded way. I liked it. Thought you should know.” She took another sip from her glass. “So, gay?”
Wow, she just went straight at it. Fine, I would too, “Yeah, li’l bit.”
A little spritz of cava hit the window glass we were both looking out through as she snorted and giggled at my answer. “Okay, that was pretty fucking funny.” She wiped her lip with a delicate finger. “I’ll bite, exactly how can someone be a little bit gay?”
“When she’s not sure.”
“Not sure as in she has yet to take the plunge?”
“No. She’s– I mean, I’ve, you know, plunged plenty.”
“So you’re just on the fence then?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
“Mmmm, you can’t decide because both are good. That just means you’re bisexual. No harm there, it would certainly leave you tons of dating options,” she mused.
But she’d mused wrong. Dead wrong. “No, no that’s not it. I wish that was it. Both… guys and girls… they’re, well, they’re… bad.”
“Reeaaally?” she teased the word out, stretching it like warm taffy.
“Yeah.”
And then there was a very long pause. Melissa exhaled softly and when she spoke her voice was faraway like she was reciting a poem she'd memorized years ago.
“Because for you, something is always missing. In a woman’s bed everything is too soft, too docile. In a man’s, it’s too coarse, too rushed. You dream of taking and being taken too. Not alpha, not beta, you feel trapped in between. You can’t find your place. Worse, you worry there's no place for you. ”
My mouth fell open entirely on its own. It was like she’d banged a giant tuning fork and held it to my chest. Before she died, my grandmother used to say that truth, real truth, almost hums when it’s spoken. Melissa had just vibrated my bones.
“Uh… yeah. I mean, wow, that’s… that’s exactly right. Don’t know any hermaphrodites do you?” I joked gamely.
She shrugged off my humor, ”Not physical ones, no.”
Before I could ask what she meant, she smiled reassuringly. “You’ll be okay, Pixie. You’re still young. You have time to find your way."
***
Okay, I'm looking to describe a sexual dynamic that involves quickly taking and relinquishing control within a single session. It would have the long, languid, patient sexual feel I associate with lesbian sex but the passion and dominance I associate with hetero sex.
So, finally, my questions that I'm flinging out to y'all:
1) Does this idea interest you?
1) Has anyone seen this on Lit before? I'm looking to measure its originality. Of course, if it turns out there are already stories in this vein, I'm happy to read them as guidance too.
2) If this appeals to you, what do you think sex for two women "caught between" would be like? As I said, I'm picturing a rapidly shifting D/s dynamic. I'm open to your nifty ideas though. Fling 'em at me if you like.
3) What would be the emotional obstacles to someone coming to terms with this strange sexual preference? Right now I'm focusing on Chance confessing to how she struggles with the male, dominant urges that bubble to the surface sometimes during sex. She sadly confesses to dominating a prior lesbian partner with horrible results.
Looking for your $0.02,
-PacoFear
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That'd be why her name is "Chance." Here's your bit of dialogue for that: