sunshinemiss
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ORIGINAL: MalcolmNathaniel I am not talking about instructional books, I am talking about the fictional stories. Take, for instance, the Beauty Trilogy. I hear that one mentioned a lot around here. Or "50 Shades of Grey." Gor and and "The Story of O" go without mentioning. Everyone keeps claiming that they are unrealistic. Well of course they bloody well are! They are fantasies! Hell, Gor and Beauty are explicitly set in fantasy worlds. None of these are attempting to portray the reality of BDSM. They attempt to draw the reader into a fantasy where such things are possible. John Norman is horribly repetitive because he keeps harping on the absolute slavery present in his books. I read mention today in the 50 shades of Grey thread about how one reader couldn't stand how much A. N. Rouquellure* described asses. Here's the thing: The reason why those were mentioned so often is that they are what the authors liked; they match their own fantasies and fetishes. Were I to write an erotic novel, like Gor, there wouldn't be a whole heck of a lot of gay male porn: it's not what interests me. No, there would be a metric-crapload** of hot chicks in every chapter. Hell, if I wanted to advance the plot and slaves weren't necessary for the scene there would still be two slave girls dyking it out in the background while awaiting the touch of their masters. Why? Because it's my bleedin' fantasy world! It isn't meant to be realistic. I don't expect Luke Skywalker to have a lightsaber that fits all of the rules of physics; and all of my slave girls are bi-obedient sluts - but only for their masters. Just because. That's what Anne Rice, John Norman, Pauline Reage and E.L. James*** are going for: fantasy. It's wank material without pictures. Actually, no pictures and an actual plot makes it 'erotica' not 'porn,' so that makes it classy. These aren't instruction manuals; they are erotica. If "SM101" or "Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns" were telling you that this is the correct behavior I would be worried. But that's not the kind of book I am talking about here. No author's fantasy is going to match yours precisely; we all have slightly different fetishes. Some of them are going to be distasteful for you. Suck it up and deal. Malcolm - I've not read the rest of the posts, so perhaps I'm restating. Here's the thing.... fantasy writing can still be GOOD writing. I actually like the Beauty books. They are much better than A Rice's craptastic vampire books. The way she uses words - all flowery and such - go well with the Beauty books (as I recall - I read them YEARS ago!) I read the Gor books - or at least a dozen of them or so. What a dreadful set of drivel. I think I found a sentence that had 29 semicolons and 17 commas in it. (or some other ridiculous number). I don't care one way or the other about the fantasy aspect of it, just GRAMMAR, puhlease! I enjoyed certain aspects of those books - the connection with historical societies for example. That made reading them manageable. Some of the bodice rippers that I read aren't really very different from other erotica. They have the same pattern more or less, but the way words are put together is what makes it interesting to me. Julie Garwood is one of my favorite authors. Her characters are in some kind of power dynamic for the most part (and heaven knows that Diana Gabaldon's Jamie Fraser gave Claire quite the spanking - and the character admitted he enjoyed it!). Erotica, like all kinds of writing, needs to meet a certain standard (for me!). Crap writing is still crap writing - if it's about planting daffodil bulbs or screwing like rabbits is irrelevant. Same for porn on the screen. A crap story is still a crap story. Bad acting is still bad acting. Give me some good erotica, well written, I'm all for it! (Try Chrystos - her writing is smoking hot). Best wishes, sunshine *Found a Chrystos story: I Bought a New Red dress to knock her socks off, spent all day looking for just the right combination of sleeve & drape, so I could actually knock all her clothes off......She met me at the boat dressed so sharp she cut all the boys to ribbons Over dinner in a very crowded queer restaurant I teased her by having to catch drips of my food with my tongue, staring into her eyes, daring her to lean over & grab my breast or crotch & titillate the faggot waiters......She sat back soaking me up, enjoying my teasing tidbits, for all the world not wanting to fuck me ever......I knew better as she's kept me on my back all night since we met......I began to pout because I wasn't affecting her enough to suit me & she hadn't said a thing about my dress......Just then the waiter brought our dessert, a small cake she'd had decorated to say Beg Me To Fuck You, with pink roses all around the edge I laughed so hard I tore my dress a little......The waiter smirked......I fed her roses from the cake, she licked my fingers so slowly I almost screamed......Near us some blazer dykes were very nervous & offended, so naturally she began to make loud sucking noises......Laughing, we left them to their girl scout sex & went dancing, where she kept her hand on my ass & her thigh between my legs even during the fast ones......Going home she pulled my thigh-top stockings to my knees and played with me......I'd worn no underpants especially for her......We were having such a good time she couldn't park & we laughed as she tried a third time & I blew in her ear almost causing a wreck Then we started doing it in the front seat of her car, awkward with gear knob & wrong angles, until a cop pulled up & said sarcastically through the open window Do you need some assistance parking, Sir?......She flamed as red as my dress & returned to maneuvering the car instead of me I was so horny I could barely walk in my matching high heels & she held my arm as we crossed to her place, pinching my nipple with her other hand & smiling her grin of anticipation......We necked on the porch to upset her nosy neighbors, who have twice complained about the noise I made coming......Then she couldn't get the lock to work & we giggled as I stood with heels in hand, my stockings full of runs & a wet spot on the back of my silk dress almost as wide as my ass......The door popped open so suddenly she fell forward & I tumbled after her, gasping......I started up the stairs heading for her bed when she caught hold of my pubic hair with her hand & pulled me back onto her until I was kneeling on the stairs as she fucked me from behind & my dress ripped some more as she took me hard, kicking the door shut with one foot, taking me out of this world until I was upside down with my head at the door & leg on the banister......Heat of her crotch as she came on me, my dress ripping right up the front as we laughed harder The next morning her roommate said we were disgusting & we grinned with pride......The cleaners cannot repair the sweet dress & looked at me very oddly but I went out giggling & made her a pocket handkerchief with it, sewing rolled hems & a discreet message along one edge......PLEASE rip my dress off anytime
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