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, 24 April 2015
The Wasp of St. Judith's
We are not even sure whether it's a woman or a man telling the story. There's no name or gendered pronoun, which is a clever enough trick to pull off in itself.
The Wasp of St. Judith's creates eerie mood partly through contrast. At the centre is an ordinary 'feet on the ground' character, s/he makes the scenario more delicately mournful in comparison: working the 'graveyard' shift, there are mists in his/her mind and in the air. Flashbacks work to break up the reader's concentration in the way the central character's concentration is broken by uncertainty about his/her own mental state. Compare to Bramblethorn's other erotic horror piece, the poem Red Callum, Sweet Cate for maximum effect, the two both have great atmosphere but are so different.
Characterisation is established through e.g., dialogue: tentative hesitant speech from the protagonist; diamond hard clear assertive answers from his/her love object.
"Sounds like you take your music seriously."
"I'm a child of the blues."
"You know Mr. Winstone in 8B used to be a blues guitarist?"
"I have all his records."
Lien_Geller does comment, not unfavourably, on the philosophising in the story. I guess it's true that this could have been more 'show don't tell', still it's such fun to find a story that makes your brain work on all these levels.
The horror in The Wasp of St. Judith's unfolds slowly, with steps taken along the way which if not taken could have led to it turning out differently. These keep us on the edge of our seats. There is no 'shock horror', nor even a 'sex' scene as such. The denouement is exquisite; gentle, delicate and made my skin literally tingle.
As one comment puts it: I was enraptured the whole time, not just by the plot, but by the way your words flowed. It wasn't something extravagant or over the top, but the way you've written this piece, simply but elegantly.