"Well Red"
by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Copyright 1999 by Rachel
Kramer Bussel. Not to be reproduced without author's permission.
"Please, please, spank me," I panted as I writhed around on the
bed, desperate for my lover's hand to connect with my ass. As he
started to fulfill my wishes, I felt intense heat spreading from
my cheeks all over my body, and it was such a wonderful sensation
I completely lost myself in it. It was so complete in itself, so
perfect, and such a rush, that I insisted we try it many other times.
One time, he asked me why I liked it, questioning whether it hurt
and did I like to be hurt, and who really gets off on spanking anyway?
Well, it's really as simple as colors I told him. Work with me
on this, and I think you'll see my point. Pain and pleasure are
connected, not always, but sometimes, and you can tell by the color.
If I bang my shin into a chair, I curse. I am not happy or turned
on, and when I look down at my leg there's a big bruise, black and
blue, that doesn't go away, but stays there, sore. That's one thing.
But when someone spanks me on the ass, what color does that make
my ass? Red...or pink, a version of red, the same color as my lips,
all of them, the color of my tongue, the color of my cunt. When
my nipples get licked and suckled and bitten and squeezed, what
color do they turn? Red, a bold bright straining red, which is,
after all, the color of arousal, the color of blood, which makes
it all happen, right? That's the difference, ultimately.
So when my ass gets red, sure, it stings a little, but it's not
painful in the way banging my shin is. It's painful in the way having
my clit licked for hours before I come is. It's painful in the way
that long, caressing kisses are when all you want is to be fucked.
It's painful in the way that those moments right before you orgasm
are...pain as pleasure, pain as anticipation, pain as temptation,
pain as red. It's pain as foreplay, where all thinking ceases and
I just want more, more, more. . . after all, one spank is never
enough. I also like to have my nipples sucked on and bitten, HARD.
Hard enough where, yes, I do feel a spark of pain, but right after
that I realize how wet I am, to the point where just a wee bit of
this nipple play can make me come, and I find it infinitely arousing
to watch my nipples played with between my lover's teeth; if someone
could take a picture of that I'd be able to come just by looking
at it. My nipples get so hard, not just hard like I'm outside in
no bra and it's freezing out, even harder than that, and they get
big and bright and rosy and wet, and red. . .
So, by the time my lover is done with me, indeed, I am well Red.
And believe me, it's completely worth it.
© (c) 1999 by Rachel
Kramer Bussel All right reserved.
