This blog isn't about sex. It's about great sex! I set it up because you only live twice, once in your dreams.

This blog is a portal to the wonderful world of web-based erotic writing. It also serves as a filter: finding stories for you to enjoy without worrying. Use both the reviews and the labels to help you identify stories which will suit your tastes. If the idea of ‘oral’ makes your stomach churn, click on ‘romance’ in the label cloud. Use the rating system: from 0 for nonsexual to XXX for eyebrow raising. (Just your eyebrows will do, thank you, sheesh!)

And use the biggest sexual organ in your body: that’s your brain, dumbo! Which bit of you do you think processes the little messages from your nerve endings in a kiss and releases the endorphins that make you go Whoopdidoo! As you read the reviews and choose stories, as you follow up other stories from those outside of this site: Think before you Click. Come Home quickly if you’re not sure about what you find. Some stories out there are far out on the wild side because humans are inventive beings –not always in nice ways.

Remember too that these are fantasy erotic stories and so the sex is always sizzling. In another life, just being close to someone you have always liked is usually enough. They won’t need a 10“ wonger or GG breasts to turn you on.

Take care of your sweet self and enjoy your dreams.

Friday, 11 October 2013

(BOGOF BDSM 2) Ethan's Grace - Exhibitionist Scene - review.

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In this and the previous post, I'm reviewing two stories from the first FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Competition), run by SlycWillie on the writers' board on Literotica. This second story is not in fact about sado-masochism. Bondage, Domination and Sado-Masochism tend to be lumped together so it's good to see a domination story that isn't also about inflicting pain and humiliation. It's very clear in this story that a proper Dom dominates a sub in the most loving manner imaginable; in order to uncover and bring out sides the sub doesn't even realise themself that they long to experience.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! girls just wanna have fun.

I could never acksherly be bothered to read 50 Shades of Boring. It seemed to me to be Mills and Boon/Harlequin with fluffy pink handcuffs. Millionaire meets naive young woman and is strangely attracted to her naivity and youth (yawn). Strong silent tortured man is rescued from his inner pain by wide-eyed legless bit of fluff (sno-o-ore). And I read somewhere that the main protagonist has terrible taste in wine.

That kind of pap is the sort of pernicious nonsense designed to convince women it's romantic mopping up the emotional mess created by inability to communicate (call it strong and silent if you wish). Gimme sex for preference.

And my goodness don't we get it in Ethan's Grace - Exhibitionist Scene! Since I like this story so much, you are going to allow me a gripe. There is quite a bit of 'business', passages which explain why what is happening is going on, rather than getting on with it. (Possibly this is a BDSM thing: communication about what is happening, negotiation of consent between author and reader.)

I don't care anyway cuz the sex is smoking hot and just what we gurrlzzzz secretly dream about. Man who knows more about your own desires than you do? Bring him on! Whole room full of people find pleasure in your orgasm? Well, you don't get much more affirmation for your sexuality than that.

Women are not supposed to have passionate sexuality. We are meant to catch a man in matrimony and nag him to death for more housekeeping money, not chase him hard round the bedroom and tie him to the bed we are so up for it. We are supposed to be shy retiring flowers - although how a shy flower is supposed to catch a man is beyond me. It seems incredible than anyone of intelligence would buy the idea that a man who is a man would choose an ignorant virgin who can barely bring herself to kiss him over someone who knows how to suck cock and likes it. I mean, gurrrlzzz, which one would you go for? Shy sweet ignorant guy or red-blooded bloke who knows how to handle a laydee? (If they were both avid Hugh Jackman fans as well, of course.)

Possibly our anxiety about accepting our sexuality is behind the popularity of exposing ourselves to an audience (see Nancy Friday's My Secret Garden for decades old fantasies of this). If a group of men like to see us enjoying pleasure, it seems more permissible to enjoy it. Whatever; as long as we are having as much fun as is to be had in Ethan's Grace - Exhibitionist Scene.

I'm not sure if I quite believe in Ethan's perceptive understanding of what Grace needs from him. Well, this is a story after all. What a great feminist fantasy: men who talk to us about our wildest dreams and make us fulfil them.

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