I’ve learned many things about myself in my nearly two years in the Elliquiy world—both as a writer, and as a sexual being. I have, over time, learned to accept more ideas, more individuality, more differences among partners and friends than I ever imagined when I first logged in two summers ago. One thing that has most drastically affected me is the application of imagination and fantasy to my own personal sex-life. Elliquiy and her citizens are nearly entirely responsible for that effect. Role-play in this community involves many layers and textures, if you will. And I am definitely a girl who is all about the textures. In fact, I was discussing this very thing with a certain dragon hearted gentleman not so long ago, Together, we arrived at the idea that there are three specific, measurable things to consider, when discussing textures on Elliquiy: the physicality of a partner, the texture of certain implements, and the application of said implements to varying degrees. There is also a fourth idea--something a bit more difficult to explain, but I will attempt to do so. It is a rather indefinable thing that happens when the physical is suspended and the imagination completely engaged. I will attempt to elaborate, and at least shed some light on the subject. Perhaps I will at least spark some healthy discussion.
I will begin by saying that I write several different characters on Elliquiy, and with E-partners on YIM, in IRC, or in Googledocs. Each one in her unique way is partly me, partly herself, derived from a mixture of my interests, appetites and fantasies. For the sake of this post, I will discuss textures as they are processed by each character… and eventually by myself, for in the end, it is me writing, experiencing, feeling those sensations.
As my circle of role-play partners has grown here, I have found that among differing men… and later creatures… and probably very soon among individual women… there are a variety of textures. I do prefer that even the creatures have sentience, because I need a brain with which to form a connection--- a semblance of humanity. That said; I’ve found quite a difference between the gentle brush of hair from my cheek, and a sharp fingernail or claw dragged none-too-lightly across the nape of my neck. The same partner may kiss me with the barest brush of warm lips, or press my mouth with a kiss so roughly that my lips are left swollen, chapped and sore. Having my hair pulled tight in a strong fist is very dissimilar to having it brushed through gentle fingers, and the feel of a bare-skinned, muscular chest beneath my palms, is very unlike that of thick, coarse fur between my fingers. Every sensation is powerful, and evokes a response, but the textures are vastly different.
Add to that buffet for the senses any of a number of secondary tools or implements, and the sensations are as varied as they are multiplied. A silk scarf tied at the neck can make me tingle, just as the bite of steel at my wrists can make me wince and shudder. A sudden downpour of rain can take my breath, and a warm bath can soothe and relax my entire body. The scrape of tree bark at my back can redden my skin, and a vial of cool, fragrant oil can soothe the scrape away. Pick up any, ordinary object and apply it to flesh, and the results can wake my nerve centers and send me reeling.
Of course, there is another thing to consider. A velvet ribbon dragged slowly over bare skin may feel very different from the same ribbon used to bind my elbows behind my back. The application of implements can vary, depending on the hand that wields them, and the mood or desire of the person applying that object to flesh. The sting of a riding crop against bare skin would be altered significantly by a layer of clothing, or by a length of rope. A single peacock feather may feel exquisite along the inside of a thigh, and a pile of feathers would bring a very different reaction from my skin. Application of both the physical elements of a body, and of secondary tools can be used in harmony to bring about sensory overload.
And so, textures produce sensation. Sensation leads to excitement. Excitement gives way to pleasure and eventually, to bliss. All of these things I have learned, and reveled in during individual Elliquiy partnerships. The more attention to detail--to texture—a partner may offer, the more gratifying the encounter. I’ve found my experiences here fascinating, intense, and very satisfying. In certain cases, when an additional element is added--that of imagination, of suspended reality, of magic—and when on a mental or perhaps emotional level, a door opens between day and night, everything changes.
Perhaps it’s the idea of encountering a mystical, magical creature, of being able to communicate via mind meld, or the possibility of flight. Perhaps. Maybe it’s more. There’s a mental element to role-play, just as there is to sex. A vital element, for me—I get no real pleasure from mindless sex…by post, text, email or in person. My mind, my imagination, must be engaged. It’s how I’m wired. So, if with a partner, I can suspend reality, and engage my imagination… if I can slip through that door, and into their psyche… I can imagine every cell of my body, invaded, impaled by their every cell. I can shatter, explode, swim in texture and sensation, light and darkness, heat and cold.
Happily, I have found this sort of experience on Elliquiy as well. I have connected in magical ways with partners who are exceptional beings, amazing… fantasy and reality… people who have changed me. I consider those kinds of encounters a bonus, a fortunate happenstance. I seek them, and celebrate them, and write them to their fullest!
Textures move me, touch me, change me. I have several of you to thank for that.
I hope you enjoyed reading.
With ink and affection,