here are some pictures from the fifty shades event at my store: It is interesting that the bodice rippers chose this book to read during the height of fifty shades of gray mania. This is what i took from story of o and i apologize, but i have my hang-ups same as anyone, and i just feel like a place like roissy, with all those bodily fluids squirting everywhere and all the blood all over the floor and how often do they clean those riding crops? is all i could think about.
why would your lover/master want you to get scabies? it is contagious!Īnd don't go bloodying up the good towels after a rough session of 's so nasty. but then he will also not let her sit upon her dress, so no matter where she is: on a bar stool, at a restaurant, in the backseat of a public conveyance, she is always bare-assed, and bare-"bellied" directly on the seats.and that grossed me out more than any of the more violent tearing and whipping and piercing she undergoes.do you know where that barstool has been? then don't go rubbing your open bits about on it!seriously. and that's fine, like i said, i have no regrets at not reading about "glistening honey-pots" or "man-roots."but at least that would have gotten a giggle out of me.Īnd why am i the only one reading lactation porn and wondering who is supposed to clean up after it? and reading this and completely focusing on the hygiene? the fact that her lover will not permit her to wear underwear. Obviously, this is intended to be a sadean experiment in impersonal and objectified sex, but more detail is given in this book to the construction of dresses than to the sex act. It was only after daybreak, after all the dancers had left, that sir stephen and the commander, awakening natalie who was asleep at o's feet, helped o to her feet, led her to the middle of the courtyard, unfastened her chain and removed her mask and, laying her back upon a table, possessed her one after the other.īut sir stephen's hands pried open her loins, forced the buttocks' portal, retreated, took her again, caressed her until she moaned. which is basically what this book is.ĭespite the lingering on the violence and the restraining, piercing, branding, whipping, the sex act itself is glossed over to the extent that at one point o has taken on several lovers, to completion, in the span of three sentences.
but even more boring than reading about sex? reading about non-sex. I have said it before on here, but it bears repeating: despite my recent fascination with monster erotica, i personally find reading about sex boring. i am really only interested in talking about why this book is boring. if you want to talk about why bondage erotica is bad for women or how negation porn makes its readers complicit in the victimization of women halfway across the globe or to sip tea and talk about depersonalization or dehumanization or anything even remotely intelligent - more power to you, but this book bored me so much i don't even care to elevate it or grant it any sort of intellectual discussion. i am really only interested in talking abo i am not going to write a serious review of this book.
I am not going to write a serious review of this book.
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