When I started writing my fantasies I did it because I was amazed by the sense of seeing my own ideas becoming text, words on a paper, combination of letters that made up a story. It became real in a sense, like a real story and that is magic, I still think it is magic.
But there is one side of seeing it as a text, when it becomes a little more real, that is a little scary, too. Things that are ok in your imagination and even very exciting and nice can become more horrible when they become a text.
In my imagination some really harsh things can become quite exciting and even romantic when I disregard the grim reality they are similar too. There is something terribly romantic about being whipped by the grim sheik in his tent and imagining your body turning and moving under the lashes. His cruelty becomes a kind of overwhelming love and your whipping becomes a touch that excites and arouses.
That sort of thing can be quite nice in your imagination but when you write it down and then read it, you become a little removed from it. Sometimes I stumble on the imagery, getting too close to a reality that was never intended but still is there in the words, and I start to think about how cruel a real whip would be on a real body and how immensely brutal and wicked someone has to be to whip another person.
This happens with my own texts and it happens even more when someone else has written it. It doesn't happen all the time. Sometimes I am in the mood, I go with the flow, stay in the imagination, the romantic and arousing, and then it is alright, then it isn't too brutal or too cruel.
It is strange because I can sometimes find someone else's story too brutal when I am fully capable of being as brutal and harsh myself. Inconsistency seems to be the name of the game, when it comes to fantasies.
Does this ever happen to you, dear Reader? I don't think all of you write your own stories but you have your own fantasies.