Where to begin, where to begin. 837 pages. And I am behind, I need to read 25 books by the end of the month, and I choose another long and involved novel, what was I thinking!?!
Let me just start with a few of my "favorite" quotes from the book.
"Minute upon minute she lies on his thigh, milling him, slyly inserting her middle finger into his anus, deeper and deeper, pushing past the sphincter. When he comes, she feels the contractions squeezing her finger first, then clamps her lips firm around his cock as the warm gruel squirts into her throat."
or maybe . . .
"Afterwards, when his hard-won cockstand has shrivelled to a stub, Sugar presses on, in the hope of getting more out of him."
or maybe . . .
"Now me! he commands hoarsely, his whole body prickling with anxious sweat, for already he can feel his organ's rigid flesh begin to lose its charge of blood. Mercifully, the prostitute delays no longer than an eye's-blink before taking him in her mouth and clapping her palms on his buttocks."
or maybe . . .
"Without any erotic niceties, she hitches up her skirts, yanks off her pantalettes, and flings her legs over her head, the sides of her knees almost touching her ears. Her cunt is wide like a nestling's mouth, and with an unsteady hand she sloshes water into it, half a glassful."
Had enough? :)
My, my, my, my, this book had me blushing many a time. I suppose I should have known when it states clearly in the description that it is about a 19th century prostitute named Sugar. Beyond the vulgarity the story was slow. The first third had me wondering why I was reading Porn, the middle third had me bored to death, and the last third finally caught my attention and had me semi-hooked. The story reminds me a bit of Dickens with the references to the very poor London, while at the same time reminding me of Jane Eyre (think crazy woman in the attic).
I don't know if I would recommend it to anyone . . . it was a little too dirty for me, but I suppose if you're telling a story about prostitutes you can only use certain words to get across the point. Anyhow, I'm done, and now it's time to move on to some short books to catch up!
Let me just start with a few of my "favorite" quotes from the book.
"Minute upon minute she lies on his thigh, milling him, slyly inserting her middle finger into his anus, deeper and deeper, pushing past the sphincter. When he comes, she feels the contractions squeezing her finger first, then clamps her lips firm around his cock as the warm gruel squirts into her throat."
or maybe . . .
"Afterwards, when his hard-won cockstand has shrivelled to a stub, Sugar presses on, in the hope of getting more out of him."
or maybe . . .
"Now me! he commands hoarsely, his whole body prickling with anxious sweat, for already he can feel his organ's rigid flesh begin to lose its charge of blood. Mercifully, the prostitute delays no longer than an eye's-blink before taking him in her mouth and clapping her palms on his buttocks."
or maybe . . .
"Without any erotic niceties, she hitches up her skirts, yanks off her pantalettes, and flings her legs over her head, the sides of her knees almost touching her ears. Her cunt is wide like a nestling's mouth, and with an unsteady hand she sloshes water into it, half a glassful."
Had enough? :)
My, my, my, my, this book had me blushing many a time. I suppose I should have known when it states clearly in the description that it is about a 19th century prostitute named Sugar. Beyond the vulgarity the story was slow. The first third had me wondering why I was reading Porn, the middle third had me bored to death, and the last third finally caught my attention and had me semi-hooked. The story reminds me a bit of Dickens with the references to the very poor London, while at the same time reminding me of Jane Eyre (think crazy woman in the attic).
I don't know if I would recommend it to anyone . . . it was a little too dirty for me, but I suppose if you're telling a story about prostitutes you can only use certain words to get across the point. Anyhow, I'm done, and now it's time to move on to some short books to catch up!
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Thanks to this one post - this deeply titillating review - I've decided that my true calling is erotica. Seriously, I've wasted years writing about silly things like tiger sharks and prairie dogs and daydreaming and zebra cakes and the need, in certain precarious bowel moments, to use anywhere from three to seven flushes. Such excrement, when all I really needed to satisfy myself was a single choice phrase, something magical like "when his hard-won cockstand has shriveled to a stub." Michael Faber, I bow to your finger-penetrated alter. If I don't have a copy of this book in my library, on my bedstand, AND in my bathroom by this very afternoon, then I'll have squandered another few precious minutes of this quivering life.
wow, that was profound. So very very profound.
That doesn't surprise me. Deepness is one of my favorite qualities.
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