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“Does it hurt very much?”
Her answer was simple and honest. “Yes.”
“Is that the hardest you've ever been whipped?”
She turned her head to look at him, and her hair flowed like enchanted gold between sculpted shoulder blades. The instant was so beautiful that Charlie forgot to breathe until she'd turned away again.
“Not by a long way,” she said. “You could have gone further, if you wanted. You could have gone as far as you liked. That's what I'm for.”
-- "Spike Trap" by Han Li Thorn
Ah, that sounds so promising, doesn't it? And it is true that this is what we call a rereadable, which is not readily true for erotica, since it is so pointed in purpose and it is hard to get something that scratches your most particular itch. This does a good enough job, but the bottom really falls out as the novel lands square in safe politically correct territory.
It is not "Story of O," which goes to show that only a woman can write erotica with an uncompromising misogynist air, and maybe nobody can really do so in these days of feminist enlightenment.
Mind you, Monk is all for egalitarianism, totally and absolutely. But can one not be allowed to be a male chauvinist pig in the realms and media of fantasy!?
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“Does it hurt very much?”
Her answer was simple and honest. “Yes.”
“Is that the hardest you've ever been whipped?”
She turned her head to look at him, and her hair flowed like enchanted gold between sculpted shoulder blades. The instant was so beautiful that Charlie forgot to breathe until she'd turned away again.
“Not by a long way,” she said. “You could have gone further, if you wanted. You could have gone as far as you liked. That's what I'm for.”
-- "Spike Trap" by Han Li Thorn
Ah, that sounds so promising, doesn't it? And it is true that this is what we call a rereadable, which is not readily true for erotica, since it is so pointed in purpose and it is hard to get something that scratches your most particular itch. This does a good enough job, but the bottom really falls out as the novel lands square in safe politically correct territory.
It is not "Story of O," which goes to show that only a woman can write erotica with an uncompromising misogynist air, and maybe nobody can really do so in these days of feminist enlightenment.
Mind you, Monk is all for egalitarianism, totally and absolutely. But can one not be allowed to be a male chauvinist pig in the realms and media of fantasy!?
