Donovan's Door - A Short Story
Peter took Kat’s hand in his larger, lighter-skinned one. She tilted her head at the beautiful, balsam-and-amber twist of their intertwined hands. She knew that there were people who thought, for all sorts of reasons, that she and Peter didn’t fit, who couldn’t look at the two of them together and see more than the color of their skin, more than the East-and-West, Asian-and-American clash of cultures.
She would have been with Peter whatever his race, which meant that she at least in part was attracted to him because of his race. Because it was part of who he was and she was infatuated with the whole of him. Yes, she admired his strength and his confidence. She enjoyed his intelligence and his passion. But she also loved the fine feel of his dark hair through her fingers. She was drawn in by the swirl of color in his hazel eyes. She longed to linger over his apricot skin, the color and touch of it soft and firm and so sweet.
She liked to think that he was with her for similar reasons. That he found wonder in the whole of her too. She’d been with men who’d seen nothing but her skin, who’d gotten so lost in the look of her that they couldn’t see that it only contained the rest of her. She’d been with men who’d written whole histories of cultures over her, trying to mentally mold her into ethnic experiences and expressions that weren’t her own. And she’d been with men who’d tried to love her ethically, who made a point to color-blindly love only her inner beauty and feared looking too hard at the rest of her. They’d thought that desiring her physical beauty—to acknowledge it at all—hurt her, demeaned and cheapened her. In their care, her body had become a landmine of terms, with traps set in the shapes and tones of her, that seemed best left unseen and unspoken. They’d loved her despite her race and it had always made her wonder, if they would have loved her more—would have been able to love more of her—if she’d been a race they felt comfortable recognizing.
Those men had all tried to love her and, in doing so, had left an ugliness inside her. Because she didn’t want to be loved in parts. She couldn’t be with someone who, even with the best intentions, could only bear to see fractions of her.
Kat stared at the hand that was entwined with hers. She and Peter were different in a multitude of ways, to be sure, but they had more in common and in complement with each other than not. They fit together in a way she’d never felt with anyone else. She squeezed their hands together firmly, letting the rasp of familiar callouses and scars strengthen her. She held an anticipatory breath as he opened the door...
LOVE EROTICA? LOVE CONSENT?
Check out my kinky erotic romance story "Donovan's Door" that follows a couple at their first play party together in this volume of literary erotica centered around the possibilities of sexual negotiation from the New Smut Project.
Twenty complex, surprising, intense, and relatable stories from a spectrum of new and established writers explore something unusual in erotic fiction: someone saying no. Submissives—and dominants—safeword out of a BDSM scene. Couples (and one threesome!) discover the possibilities and boundaries of their new relationships. Past trauma rears its head. Personal preferences clash.
Between the Shores shows respect for the boundaries people set as an integral part of sex, and highlights trust, communication—and mutual pleasure.
Some call a halt to the action. Some proceed with care and caution. Some bare secrets to their partners that they’ve never before shared. And some find exciting alternatives. Through negotiation—whether serious or accompanied by laughter—they move beyond their “no” to reach what they truly desire: healing, growth, and fulfillment both sexual and otherwise.
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