Gorgeous Acre Of Femininity
I really don’t know what I could say that would improve on this excerpt from a cheesy novel from another age. Politically correct clucking aside, what’s to say? But I think it will amuse you all:
Lars put his hand behind her head and drew her toward him. They touched lips. He thought of Terry and how ridiculous it was to prefer anyone to this gorgeous acre of femininity. She pressed her lips to his. ‘You tough little bastard.’
It didn’t bother him. It was a kick for her and a kick for him. The mismatch of the century. He took her in his arms, bending over her as she stuck her legs straight out and slouched lower. He kissed her hard, slid his lips down her neck to her breasts. She wiggled her legs and said ‘Ummm, baby.’ He found a zipper near her armpit and worked it. The dress loosened, and he drew it down from her shoulders. He found the hook in back. ‘Introducing,’ he murmured, and took off her brassiere. Big, all right. A feast, and not only for the eyes. He feasted.
After a while she led him to her bedroom and stripped, turning and posing for his pleasure. She stopped him from undressing. She wanted to do it herself. She undressed him as if he were a baby, cooing over him and doing everything but carry him to the bed. She even tried that, but couldn’t make it. He laughed and it was still a kick and he was ready. But she wasn’t. She kept stalling, kept playing.
An hour passed, a full hour, and he grew tired and testy. ‘Be a big girl,’ he said, and pushed her down and pulled at her legs. She rolled over onto her stomach, but her backward glance was melting. He realized this was what she wanted. She wouldn’t ask for it because asking adulterated true toughness, but she wanted a hard man, a mean man, the man who had kicked Sommy in the nuts. He smacked her big rear end. She said, ‘No, I won’t!’ He smacked it again, the sound ringing out in the silent house. He thought of Terry. Was she next door, listening to them, jealous and sexually excited?
He smacked Mona’s rear five times, his hand stinging from the force of the blows, the sound loud enough to waken anyone in the house. Mona whimpered and rolled onto her side. ‘You hurt me.’ Her eyes blinked back tears. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her flat on her back. She tried to draw up her legs. He slapped her face. She said, ‘Not that.’ He slapped her again and jammed his knee between her thighs. ‘Not that,’ he mocked. ‘You want me to pat the famous fanny all night. Not that. You want Lars to perform by the script.’
She wept, pressing her legs together. ‘I’ve changed my mind. Go away. You’re not –‘
He grabbed a breast. ‘If you don’t open –‘
She cried out. Her legs opened. He stroked her face and kissed her. He told her how beautiful, how desirable she was, and she wept softly and called him a rat and rapist and hugged him and bit his shoulder.
It went very well. As soon as it ended her eyes closed and she began to doze, mumbling that she hadn’t slept well all week and please phone her soon.
From The Movie Maker by Herbert Kastle (1968).
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That should be required reading in creative writing classes. As in, “Today’s lesson: How NOT to write a romance novel” (…Do they give awards for bad writing?)
Well this just shows what a turn-off political correctness is, because this rung my bell. But maybe it’s just the personal kink of my bell. Yes, I know the fake-rape thing is all extremely anti-feminist, and god knows I’m all for feminism, but let’s be honest and admit that many women do like a bit of pretend modesty, a little play-acting, and it’s all good within consensual relationships. I’ll put my hand up and say I do, not every day but I’ll occasionally call something similar off the menu.
I agree that the writing is cheesy but my point is that it’s a pity PC ideology has so often robbed the minority of some pleasures just because some silly people can’t distinguish between appropriate contexts.
Anyhow, thanks for the handy fantasy Bacchus. Way to get my evening started!
As I have maintained previously in a comment on this very blog site. There is NOTHING feminist (certainly in MY opinion) about denying women choices. As a self-avowed feminist, SydneyGal has just proven that not all “feminists” are opposed to enjoying a bit of erotic fiction, that may contain a “rape” scenario.
Just for the record, I’m on HER side, and will say that with a little work, this could have “rung my bell” as well. I’m as kinky as the next guy, and known to employ more than just a little BDSM in my bedroom activities, that many so-called feminists might call “politically incorrect”. As SydneyGal stated, the key word is “consensual”.
Maybe I’m just spoiled, but give me something fresh like Anais Nin’s writings (who incidentally never struck me as being overly concerned with being “P.C.”…), or Pauline Reage (author of the loaded with “rape” scenes “The Story of”O”), or D.H. Lawrence (Who’s “Lady Chatterly’s Lover” certainly had it’s share of lusty, aggressive sex) or even Anne Rice’s “Exit To Eden” novel, which she wrote as Anne Rampling, not to mention the “Sleeping Beauty” works which she wrote under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure.
I just like my erotica to flow with every word sounding as though no other word in it’s place would have been superior. Although in this case, the author’s heart may have been in the right place (providing us readers with a bit of titillation), the excerpt posted was as Bacchus (who is not known for wasting words) pointed out, a bit on the cheesy side, and if I may say, somewhat cliche’, awkward, and even at times (for lack of a better word at the moment) sophomoric… As I read this piece, I came to a screeching halt at points too numerous to mention, and became more aware of the writing than of the story. For me, sex is no activity or subject to be engaged in when one is suddenly (and regularly) being hit by buckets of cold water.
Bacchus, I sincerely apologize for sounding bitchy, it seems that I have twice failed miserably to achieve my goal of communicating that basically I agree with both you and SydneyGal. I wrote the second comment because in retrospect, I realized that in my first comment, I had failed entirely to (in a more positive vein), express that I thoroughly enjoyed Herbert Kastle’s arousing choice of subject matter. In supporting your (and SydneyGal’s) observation of “cheese” content I fear that I’ve put too much emphasis on the negative comments. As is usually the case, your posting was obviously quite provocative, and the resulting comments make your blog even more interesting.
The scary Dworkinite that I was “tilting” at, was the “windmill” which insidiously showed up in SydneyGal’s comment where she used the term “extremely anti-feminist”, as if the Dworks had already won the battle. I was hoping that she might reconsider, and put more faith in her own opinion as an actual feminine creature herself, and reclaim her own honest experience of eroticism and say that her own opinion was just as valid as Dworkin’s as to what is and what is not “feminist”.
Meanwhile, I shall ask Mistress to remove my giant butt-plug, and please replace it with a smaller size, that doesn’t make me quite so testy.
You’re welcome, SydneyGal!
One of the things I like to do best on this blog is to find little gems of erotic stuff that have otherwise gotten lost in the swamps of history — and which, because of various flaws in construction or context, will most probably stay lost, often deservedly. So it’s always nice to get feedback from someone else who enjoys what I find.
Dr. Whiplash, I’m not quite sure why you’re bitching at length about the poor writing. Yeah, it’s kinda cheesy. But I posted it because I thought the no-means-yes aggressive seduction complete with mild spanking was (a) an interesting artifact from the pre-PC era; and (b) likely to strike some of my readers as hot. Which, apparently, it has.
Your first comment covered your agreement that it was cheesy; so what’s with saying the same thing, at length, a second time? You also seem to be arguing noisily with one of them-there scary monster Dworkinite “Stop Having Fun!” feminists who could yet turn up in this thread to condemn the scenario. But, er, she hasn’t showed up yet?
LOL, ok, now I get where you were coming from.
Boys, boys, calm down. We’re all in agreement here:
(a) the writing was cheesy
(b) but the subject matter was hot
(c) feminism should be about choices and if I choose to get off with a little bit of porn/bondage/rape fantasy once in a while, then who’s to say nay?
Dear Dr Whiplash, I have full faith in my own opinion, some people might even say occasionally too much faith, but c’est la vie. More importantly, I am honest enough not to deny what does get my blood flowing, but rather to take note and occasionally ask for more.
Bacchus, thanks again, the start you gave to my evening last night certainly sparked off an enjoyable night of erotic pleasure. Bring it on.
P.S. if the butt-plug is making you testy, might I suggest more lube?
P.S.S. I read Lawrence a few months ago, coming across the anal scene on the bus on the way to work. Was a bit of a shock to the system and occasionally distracting throughout the day. Must find the Story of O.
:-o^ So THAT’S what that huge tube of Surgi-Lube was for! Thanks for the tip SydneyGal, and thank you Bacchus for tolerating my rant.
Now that I’m not nearly so testy, let me be the bearer of GOOD news for a change, and be first to announce to the world that the tide of opinion has now turned, and from this day forward let it be said that (as logic alone would dictate), females enjoying consensual play- rape is EXTREMELY FEMINIST after all.
P.S. Note to SydneyGal. If you liked the anal scene in “Lady Chatterley”, You’ll probably LOVE “Histoire d’O” (the original French title… The author’s REAL name was Anne Desclos B.T.W.). It won the prestigious French literature prize Prix des Deux Magots a year after it was first published, which naturally meant that the publisher had to be charged with obscenity by the French authorities.
After work snag a copy on the way home, and as soon as you get off of that bus, take the phone off of the hook, light a few candles, turn off the lights, draw yourself a nice deep hot bath, and prepare to enter the château of Roissy…
Dr Whiplash – I’ll do that sometime. Shall I report back?
SydneyGal – I just realized that there was a tenth comment with an unanswered question…
I’m voting yes, and I’ll bet we’d ALL like to hear a sexy report…