Category: Free Erotica

50 Shades of Grey – Review

Jackie 142857’s review of the book that seems to be on most everyone’s Kindle, 50 Shades of Grey. I agree with this review, regarding the handling of the BDSM aspect of this text.

“Just finished the trilogy. At the topmost level the books offer 1,000+ pages of sweetly lyrical descriptions, though more than somewhat repetitive descriptions, of hard and frequent sexing where nobody gets sore or soft or dry, nor needs to drink, scratch, or pee. I have women friends who find the books worth their price and reading time for that alone. For me, however, the repetitive sameness of “he hooks his thumbs into her panties and tugs downward,” “she plants soft kisses along his happy trail,” became more than somewhat numbing.

And after that I found it ridiculous nonsense on every level.

The love story itself: Christian Grey, the richest and most eligible bachelor in the Pacific Northwest, falls in love at first sight with 21-year-old Anastasia Steele, a dateless virgin who literally stumbles into his office. He woos her with lavish gifts, which she is delighted to accept, though only after tedious and ultimately empty demurrals. Pretty Woman all over again: attractive female sells herself to the highest handsome bidder. But Anastasia’s behavior must be genetically encoded, because she really has no relevant experience with men nor love nor sex – up to this point, she has neither masturbated nor dated. So where does her knowledge come from, the fall of Eve perhaps?

The BDSM aspect. Because of severely horrendous childhood abuse, Christian is unable to enjoy sexing without complete control and a heavy dollop of punishing kink. The 21-year-old virgin is repelled by her first strapping and runs away. But true love prevails and her sweetness breaks through his barriers and cures his kink, bringing him over to true, sweet and kink-free love. In effect, only damaged people have perverse kinky streaks, but true love can cure this perversion. As a lifelong kinkster who never was abused, and who also knows true sweet love alongside kink, I’m offended by this pigeon-holing. “All kinksters were abused children” is as meaningless as “all blacks got rhythm,” or “all gays are pedophiles.” Utter nonsense, utterly demeaning.

The BDSM contract. This baroque document and its ancillary schedules is the hook and the heart of the first book in the series, then it goes away without a trace. I know many people who have enjoyed devising elaborate control contracts for their partners to sign. But having been on both sides of it myself, I also know that the only meaningful contract goes roughly like this: “I will take complete control of you, and you will obey without arguing.” All the rest is window dressing.

The plot thickens. Entirely coincidentally, evil Jack Hyde holds the senior editorial position at the Seattle publishing company where Anastasia applies for her first post-college job. Now at this moment nobody knows he has a childhood connection to Christian, who has not yet bought the publishing company, and nobody knows Anastasia has any connection to Christian either. But Jack is lying in wait to damage Christian and anyone connected to him, whereupon Anastasia falls into his lap. In effect, bad Jack is a lifelong mole with a crystal ball who has invested many years to put himself in position to extract perverse revenge on people who don’t know he exists.

Anastasia ascends. After Christian buys the publishing company and cans bad Jack, Anastasia, the 21-year-old graduate, takes over as chief editor. Now this is where it gets personal to me: having worked more than 40 years on the editorial side of the publishing industry, and having hired and trained dozens of bright young graduates, I can tell you with certainty that experience and mentoring are essential for success.

Jack resurfaces with a vengeance. Oh, turns out there was another mole in place at the publishing company, a woman previously perverted by Jack but who somehow falls through Christian’s elaborate security screens. Meanwhile, Jack inexplicably gets out on bail even though the charge was attempted murder. But never mind, he suddenly reappears, kidnaps Christian’s sister, and puts the arm on Anastasia for a duffel bag of cash to be delivered in two hours. Anastasia, armed with nothing more than one of Christian’s blank checks and an Amex card that has her married name on it, persuades a bank manager to pony up and hand over the $5 million, and then he helps her lug the sack out through the back door of the bank. Try that on your own!

Well, enough. If you want a beach read with comfy sex spiced by light bondage and playful spankings, you certainly can drowse away a few hours with this trilogy. If you’re wanting something meaningful, there’s not much here.”

Pete & Samantha’s Guide to Seasonal Sex Spring 2012 by Samantha J Hall & Peter Birch – Review

Theo Cornetta’s review of Pete & Samantha’s Guide to Seasonal Sex Spring 2012.

I really loved the piece on delayed gratification, it was probably the hottest piece in there to me. With what I would argue is an oversexualized culture in the usa that is somehow not very sexy, that article feels important. People are getting laid but they are doing it too fast, with not enough communication, and too much pattern for it to be really amazing.

I was also really into the piece on the Dos and Don’ts of dating! As an anti-gendered violence advocate, I was really excited to see that included in a conversation of erotica.

The critiques I have are mainly that the whole collection is pretty straight and white. Talk of pale skin and cisgendered straight couples isn’t terribly exciting to me. The one lesbian piece was hot when I could look past the sexualization of young girl bodies, it feels very much linked to male dominated sexual narratives. I wish it focused less on an outside observer perspective which made it feel like someone watching lesbian porn rather than being pulled into the interaction.



“Handle with Care” by Josephine Myles – Review

Kendall Berry’s review of “Handle with Care” by Josephine Myles.
My initial reaction upon receiving a homosexual erotica book to review was skepticism, I am a heterosexual female and wasn’t sure that I would be able to relate or enjoy the book as erotic.  My naive thoughts were quickly realized as based on no prior experience rather than reality.  With the first sentence you are pulled into the main character’s (Ben) very personal life and immediately I was drawn in and wanted to keep reading.  In the early part of the book Ben waffled between a man dealing with a tough lot in life but “sucking it up” and moving along day to day successfully and also playing the role of the “woe is me” character.  I found myself disliking the “woe is me” side of Ben, it didn’t seem to fit with the rest of his character development.  On the flip side – it was very realistic – even the “woe is me,” in those circumstances everyone is likely to fall from being able to be stoic all the time.
The character development of the two other main characters Zoe, Ben’s little sister, and Ollie, the man Ben pined for early in the book, was fabulous you had a very good sense of these characters and could easily imagine this book portraying a real life scenario.
As for the erotica, I was blown away by my own reaction to the erotic scenes.  My heart raced, my chest flushed, and I was filled with desire as I imagined myself being so aroused by a lover.  The sex scenes were drawn out with the emotional feelings that arose during the sexual encounters and I found that very easy to relate to.  The delicious details about the clothing and the sensual way that it was very arousing.  You could imagine exactly what the characters were smelling and tasting without the author being overly verbose about the details.  The author very carefully crafted scenes with poignant details but did not go overboard with the details, she did a fabulous job with these scenes.  It didn’t matter that these were two men, the emotions are the same for me with my male partner.  I found it astounding that I thoroughly enjoyed the sex scenes and was even so aroused that I masturbated.  I want to thank you for allowing me the opportunity to review this intoxicating text and push my own personal boundaries.  I would highly recommend this book to anyone interested in erotica, heterosexual or homosexual.

FREE Erotic Story – “Customer Service” – Good Vibrations

Short story written by a featured presenter at the Erotic Literary Salon, during its early years. Pink Lady has been invited to read once again at the Salon when she is visiting the east coast.

Egon Shiele one of my favorite painters, too bad he died so very, very young.

Customer Service

by Pink Lady

Peter worked graveyard shift as a payroll data analyst. He often had trouble adjusting to a regular schedule on his days off, so this morning when he found himself still wide awake at 2am, he decided to go to the local 24 hour drugstore near the university to pick up a few things. Plus he figured she might be working. He didn’t know her name. They had never spoken, but from the way she smiled at him he had a feeling she might have a thing for him as well. When he walked in, she smiled at him from behind the counter.

“Good evening. I mean, good morning,” she said. She had big dark eyes and full lips painted red. Her long wavy hair changed color often and she wore slinky outfits that highlighted her curves. She must have been about 15 years his junior. “Morning,” Peter answered, smiling back at her as he began to peruse the aisles. Shit, he thought, that was my chance to say something, ask her name, anything. He had already dropped toothpaste and shaving cream into his basket when he got to the aisle with the condoms and lubricants. What will she think if I’m shopping for lube by myself at 2am? What the hell, he thought. Peter picked up a lubricant. His off and on girlfriend had complained about the lube he had at his place. She said it was too “chemy.”

Peter began checking all of the labels on the boxes. Then he heard the clicking of high heels coming in his direction. He looked up to see the salesgirl standing right next to him.

Wendy was an art history major at college. She loved studying the lives of artists. She was inspired by the way they gave themselves over to their art, losing all inhibition through creativity.

Generally she wasn’t working alone in the store at this hour. Usually, Victor, the night manager, was with her, but he had stepped out to help with a situation at another one of their stores. Wendy had assured him she could handle the store alone for a short time. Victor was a graduate student in the art department. He had helped her get the job at the store. She enjoyed flirting with him and he seemed to enjoy it as well. Wendy had put on her special deep red lipstick and a particularly tight skirt tonight thinking of spending the night working with Victor.

But there was Peter. She thought he was kinda cute. She liked his wiry frame, thick dark hair and sharp features. He reminded her of the painter, Egon Schiele, who she was currently studying. She recently learned how Schiele was arrested for seducing an underage girl. Wendy technically wasn’t underage but she was certainly under this man’s age and this thought got her excited. When she noticed him browsing in the condom section, she couldn’t help herself.

“Can I help you?” Wendy purred. Peter looked at her and hesitated. Trying to think of something clever to say, he fumbled for a moment. “I’m looking for a lube that’s all natural,” He finally said, thinking that wasn’t particularly clever.
“Hmm…” she said, running her fingers along the edge of the shelf, “let me see.” She pulled one off of the shelf, “Well, this one has parabens.” She put it back and then got down on her knees and began checking the labels of the lubes on the lower shelf. “This one is my favorite,” she smiled up at Peter as she took the baby blue box off of the shelf and turned it slowly in her hand.

“Holy shit” Peter thought as he looked down at Wendy’s pretty face smiling up at him, “is this really happening?” He glanced nervously around for a second before fixing his eyes back on Wendy. From this angle he could see the hint of a white lace bra cupping the top of her full breasts inside her shirt. He could feel his heart start to race as the blood rushed inside his cock. Say something, he told himself, anything. “Why is it your favorite?” he asked, as the bulge in his pants became undeniable. Wendy slowly opened the box and handed Peter the small aqua blue bottle that was inside. Her hand brushed the front of his pants where his erection was beginning to show.

He took the lube from her hand, aware of his sweaty palms.

“Well…” she started, “it’s slippery but not sticky,” she hesitated, and bit her lower lip and grinned up at him, “for a smoother touch.”

“Is that all?” Peter asked. “No, I also like it because it stays wet for a long time…” Wendy let the word long linger. “And what else?” “It tastes good…” she said as she stared into Peter’s dark eyes. He turned the bottle in his hand. His erection was pushing hard through his pants and he reached down and rubbed it hard with his free hand, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. Wendy stared at the bulge in his pants and then into his eyes as she began to slowly unbutton her shirt revealing her lace covered breasts. Peter glanced over the aisles. No one else was in the store. But anyone could walk in at any moment. Apparently she didn’t care, so why should he? “Why don’t you show me?” he said and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock, and handing her the aqua blue bottle.

Wendy took a deep breath. This was going further than she had planned. She often fantasized about what it would be like to seduce a stranger, to reel him in and then give herself fully to him. Something took over inside of her. It didn’t matter that they were in public. It didn’t matter that she was at work. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know this man at all. Everything that should have told her it was wrong, made it all the more exciting. Her entire body felt alive and ready.

Wendy flipped open the cap of the bottle and squirted a generous amount of lube on her hand and then reached for Peter’s cock. Her touch was teasing at first, gentle, and he moved his hips closer, wanting more. She squeezed hard. “Is this what you want?” she asked. “Yes…” Peter moaned. Wendy arched her back, sticking her chest out, letting her head fall back and her long hair cascade down her back as she stroked his hard cock. “Tell me what you want me to do,” she demanded.

He looked down at her gorgeous cleavage. “Give me the lube,” he said. She obeyed. He pointed it downwards and squeezed about half of the bottle between her breasts. “I want to fuck those beautiful breasts. Take off your bra.” Peter could hardly believe his boldness. Wendy obeyed. She unhooked her bra and let it fall. Her dark pink areolas were huge and her nipples erect and waiting. She grabbed Peter’s thick cock in one hand and began rubbing it in the lube. “Oh god,” she moaned, “fuck me.” “Rub your titties,” Peter commanded and squirted even more lube. “Rub them and suck them.”

Wendy liked this idea. She began by teasing her nipple and then grabbed her breast and rubbed it hard, pushing it into his pulsing cock. “Suck it, suck your titty.” Peter could hardly believe his own boldness. She reached down and put her nipple between her soft wet lips, and her tongue teased and played, and began getting closer to his hard cock. She looked up at him. “Can I suck you now?”

“Yes,” Peter moaned. He squirted more lube onto his cock, as she took it into her mouth. She felt her pussy dripping with her own natural lubricant, as she sucked and teased with her tongue feeling him pulsate in her mouth. She had to touch herself. She pushed her hand down the front of her skirt and let one finger slide between her inner pussy lips, gently at first and then pushed it up inside of herself, deeper.

Neither one of them realized that Victor had returned. He could see Wendy and Peter through the glass door. He stood riveted. Of course he had fantasized about Wendy before, imagined what it would be like to make love to her. He was immediately jealous of whoever this stranger was, but he couldn’t stop looking, fantasizing it was his cock in her mouth, his hands caressing her soft breasts. He felt protective of her. He didn’t want anyone else walking in. Victor took out his key and quietly locked the front door and walked around the building and entered through the back.

He walked in softly to where he could watch them. His beautiful brown cock began to pulse as it filled with blood. He took it out of his pants and began to stroke himself as he watched Wendy finger fuck herself and suck Peter’s cock. He was still watching when Peter came and the cum squirted down Wendy’s chin, and she rubbed some of it on her breasts. She looked up and saw him staring at her, breasts exposed, covered in cum and lube.

She locked eyes with Victor and felt every inch of her body pulsing with excitement. The thought of him watching them made her crazy. Wendy pushed two more fingers inside her pussy, feeling herself open up more and more, wanting to be filled. She slowly took her fingers out and got up off her knees and approached him. She had wondered what it would feel like to touch his soft brown skin and long silky dark hair. His cock was uncut, long and sleek, like the rest of his body. She put her wet finger into his mouth and he sucked hard tasting her sweet juice. He fell to his knees and pushed up her skirt and pulled her panties down around her ankles and pushed her thighs apart and put his mouth on her pussy, licking up her juices and sucking her swollen clit.

Peter was watching and his cock started to get erect again. He walked over and stood up behind Wendy and wrapped his hands around her body pushing his erection between her soft round ass cheeks, grabbing on to her large breasts. Wendy was moaning, her hips swaying, her back arching. “Somebody fuck me,” she begged. Oh god I can’t wait anymore…I want both of you…”she paused… “to fuck me,” she said taking in a deep breath.

Victor grabbed a box of condoms off the shelf and tore it open, handing one to Peter and keeping one. They both ripped open the condom packets and put them on. Peter grabbed another bottle of lube off the shelf, opened it and began lubing up Wendy’s asshole. Soon her pussy and asshole were dripping with sweet juice and two pulsing hard cocks began pushing into her, slowly at first, they worked in rhythm, gently easing in. She didn’t know which way to turn. She was riding a wave.

Wendy had no idea if Victor had locked the door. She thought, a customer might walk in. The customer might even call the cops. They might all get arrested. She didn’t care. At this moment, she could think only of an Egon Schiele quote: “I am so rich that I must give myself away.”

Pink Lady

Pink Lady is a sex-positive radical feminist who is interested in expressing the sensuality behind seduction, the teasing of titillation, and the good clean fun of fucking.

Permission to publish by author, originally posted in The Buzz, Good Vibrations Online Magazine.