famous people I follow on Twitter

1. Kristen Hirsch. She talks to me!! She says sweet things! I heart her. If she comes to Ireland, I will stalk her with cupcakes.

2. James Deen. I tweet him back and he doesn't answer. Still... I'm clinging to the hope that my attempts at funny/caring (sue me, he's just so endearing) are better than all the other desperate ones going DON'T EAT THE BURRITO EAT MY PUSSY FUCKME AAAAGH. For Christ's sake, porn fans, get a grip. Ahem.

3. Manuel Ferarra. Yeah, I know. Still, selfies and photos of his cute retriever. He can be kinda bitchy though.

4. Assorted erotica writers I knew before Twitter, who still qualify as famous even though I know them through different avenues. If you know what I mean. Shout out to Justine Elyot for indulging me in Hiddlyfantasies and Charlotte Stein for being my sister in Incompetence.

5. Most recently though*pause for minor swoon* FRANK BLACK. Who ignored me til I posted a gushing and poetic thank you for his recent Dublin Pixies gig, and then... didn't RT it but ... followed me. *Hushed awe and more swooning* It's awful pressurising though, I never say anything of interest on Twitter. That tweet may have set me up for a fall. Still... Frank Black. God of alternative rock. *dizzy*

6. Russell Brand. Many causes and much political stuff. Too much to process, really.

7. Sarah Millican. Occasionally funny, often sweet, but too much in the way of cataloguing her god awful diet of pork pies and chocolate bars. Makes me uncomfortable. I have to admit, though my own diet is pants at the moment, and for the last while, the posts on Tumblr of food I see that I reblog and yearn for tend to be of rustic salads and vegetables all artistic and colourful, or of fruit - one really obese woman often posts Southern US style cheese meat grease fests and things like cookie dough covered in custard covered in pudding and fries and waffles and toffee sauce and so on. And these, I'm grateful to say, sicken rather than appeal to me.

I still don't really get Twitter. There is ego, there is marketing, publicity and also reaching out to people - some friends, some fans, this weird crossover. Tumblr makes more sense to me in some ways - I suppose because its purpose is vaguer.. looking at nice pictures - oo, this is nice, look at this. I once thought blogging was awful, I can't remember the dismissive term I used for it, but I was scathing about the airing of one's own opinion and the minutiae of one's daily life in public... ha, funny that.

Anyway, we tweet on. This post is about nothing more than saying KIRSTEN HERSH LIKES ME ON TWITTER AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY, in tweety truth :) 

women's porn

Someone on a foodie facebook page I'm on just posted a picture of a beautiful walk-in larder that looks like some sort of ye olde grocerie shoppe. Yes, it's gorgeous, and yes, I'd like it, but a commenter gasped 'OMG it's like women's porn!'

I'm writing this here, instead of commenting there that while I like it a lot, and would love to have it, it's perhaps porn for women who don't like porn, as opposed to 'women's porn' - for example, it really wouldn't help me come much - there's not enough fucking or spanking in it, for starters.

Human beings, we're funny creatures. I was in the social welfare office the other day, eyeing my stuffed-to-bursting folder of temporary sign-ons that run back to 2007. 'Don't worry, it's the same with all seasonal teaching work', the nice girl said, as I gazed at the tangible symbol of my failure in life. While I was waiting, I glanced over the graffitti on my side of the window, toland on a scrawled proclamation,

Mary Moorehouse gave me a blowjob and she swallowed my come

I'm not sure if it's triumphant or denigrating. Both, quite likely. The need to boast is strong, though I'm pretty sure getting sexual favours from a Moorehouse isn't much to brag about. Let's just say they're a well known family with transient roots, infamous rather than famous. I was impressed that he wrote come not cum.

It's happier than the last one I saw, which was a more poignant 'warm in here, cold at home'. I'll leave you to ponder that while I ponder where I fall between pantry-porn and blowjob broadcast. 

Dark Secret Love - a fan tale

So, back in... 2006...2007? God, I'm not sure... Alison Tyler started her blog . I was so excited to find it - I had been reading her stories on the Good Vibrations site and had been scouring the internet for more. Imagine my delight to find a blog you could see her posts in, and comment on. It was completely thrilling. I remember the first post I read of hers, a picture of a scribbled story from years before.

It got better though - she started writing stories from her past, and this incredible voyage unfolded, glowing words swirling off the dark pages to delight and thrill and shock me. A lot of what she was describing was new to me then, or at least the detail. I'm a lot less alarmable now, but the dark secret magic of the story still remains as fresh as ever.

Alison sent me the Dark Secret Love ebook to reread, and I swore I would wait for the paperback, because I had visions of how nostalgic and lovely it would be to curl up in bed with it, touch the cover, see the type. So I just read the first chapter. Then I thought I'd just read til Jack appeared. Then of course, I sat up late and read the whole thing. Cos, you know... self control issues and all.

I was preoccupied wondering if anything was put in or taken out - the original tome was a blog post or two a day, but scenes were often divided into multiple short glimpses of the moment. I have to say I didn't notice her editing, or miss anything, it still held all the intensity and gripping interest that it had the first time around in serial form.

I'm so delighted to see this book come out. It's a great antidote to the whole Fifty Shades-machine mess. This is the book that should have told the world about the joys of BDSM. It's an authentic voice - Alison uses the same phrases throughout her fiction and on her blog, and I met them again with a familiar pleasure in DSL. It's hers through and through.

I can't wait for the next one. Not to be spoilery, but I can't WAIT for Alex. I loved the Alex stuff. I want to know what happens. A little community built around that story on Alison's Trollop blog. We got to react and discuss and live in her moments. It meant a lot to me at a lonely time, and pregnant and horny, I submitted my first story to Alison - she's been a generous and patient editor since then.

I await critical discussion with interest - I think the commitment Sam shows to her lifestyle and exploring her limits may alarm people who read Fifty Shades because it was popular - and I think it's a good thing. The Dark Secret Love story is not always comfortable. It's brave and it's stark and I suspect you will come to care about it a lot. I certainly did, those years ago, and I still do, with great investment, now. Somehow, this feels like my story. Not mine to have written, but my story as a reader. As a reader, it belonged to me to, in the midst of the reader experience - a more than conceptual dialogue, given that I was in the unique position to be able to respond and ask questions during the process. We were so lucky! 

handy

We're in the car, and I've a chocolate bar, a Kinder Bueno. I love Kinder Buenos. My daughter says she thinks bueno means two, and I start trying to remember Spanish numbers.

Her: I know that, from Handy Manny.
Me:  Ah yes. I like Handy Manny.
Her: He could fix our toilet.
Me: Gasp!! OMG!
My brain: I would give Handy Manny a BLOWJOB if he fixed our toilet (our toilet has been broken for 7 years now. You have to flush it wiht bowls of water. It's not good. My husband is not handy and we can't afford a plumber).

Actually, I really would, because, come to think of it, this is one reason why I like HM so much - he's Fez from That 70s show, and he has grown up into a Very Fine Young Man:

Banging Rebecca

Banging Rebecca is a threesome story I just adored, from Alison Tyler. It's intense and beautifully dirty. It's a love song to musicians and youth and an indie scene that most of us will recognise.  I'm pretty sure I reviewed it, but Amazon seems to eat my reviews up... anyway, Alison't aiming to sell 50,000 copies - can you help? Over to her:

The number one rule in smut is location, location, location. No, wait, that’s real estate. But location is important for erotica, as well. In my stories, the settings sometimes become characters in their own right. In my Black Lace novel, Sticky Fingers, San Francisco is a major character. I wanted her to live and breathe.

In Banging Rebecca, the main scenarios take place at a house in Venice Beach, California. I hoped readers would be able to feel the surroundings, to imagine the lights and the sounds. The house exists. I’ve been there multiple times.

He drove me to his bungalow in Venice, then walked me around to the back, to the old porch hovering on the canal. Here, he fucked me again, on that timeworn wood, with the lights flickering on the water, as if we were in the real Venice, the other Venice, and not the SoCal wannabe. Everyone’s a wannabe in Southern California—even the cities. Marina del Rey dreams of becoming Saint Tropez. Brentwood has wet dreams of waking up as Beverly Hills.

Sean didn’t say a word at first. He simply stripped me down. This time, I was totally naked, boots off, stockings off, shorts ripped down so violently, the fabric tore. Shirt discarded. No bra to lose.

When he had me exactly the way he wanted me, he started to talk once more:

“I knew you were a bad girl when I saw you watching me play.”

            L.A. is never totally quiet. We could hear the helicopters overhead, chasing down some speed demon on the Highway. Music spilled from one of the houses nearby—Eric Clapton, soft and low. The sound of the water kept the rhythm, lapping on the struts of the porch. But mostly, I listened to Sean…

            Can you hear him, too?

     “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.” His cock pressing into me, filling me up. His hands moving me, turning me so that I was on my back, legs over his shoulders. Then on my side, one thigh crossed over the other. “I’ve never felt a girl get so wet so quickly before. Must be because you truly are a slut.”

 

Buy Banging Rebecca to read the rest and find out what the inside of the house looks like.

XXX,

Alison

 

Called a “Trollop with a Laptop” by East Bay Express and “a hell of a writer” by Violet Blue, Alison Tyler is naughty and she knows it. Her sultry short stories have appeared in more than 100 anthologies. She is the author of more than 25 erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love, and the editor of more than 75 explicit anthologies. Visitalisontyler.blogspot.com 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.

Inspirational, Celebrational, this is who we call Charlotte Stein!

Ah, readers. I recently got offered a review copy of Run to You by the lovely, the one and only Charlotte Stein. Charlotte's books are always a rollercoaster of humour, intensity and incredibly entertaining angst. I love her sex scenes enormously and their super charged dynamic usually pervades her books. Run to You is no exception. The first chapter introduces a classic Stein heroine, and then sets her off on an unexpected and gripping journey that I couldn't stop reading. Chapter 1 ends in a cliffhanger that kept me reading til I'd finished the whole thing, in the wee hours. I heartedly recommend you go find it and read it, now, once you've read this entertaining Q&A, Qed by me and Aed by Charlotte. 

I am honoured to have her here! 

Hello bb!

1. Ok, first, Run To You. Does this book have a message you'd like to talk about? What do you hope people will take from it?

I think the message is just to never give up hoping. That a life lived without dreams isn't a life at all, even if the destruction of those dreams happens. And if people take anything away from it, I would hope it was that.

2. Your books have a huge intensity that can sweep the reader along in a wave, I find. Your twitter feed suggests that writing them can take a lot out of you, and be a tough process. What do you find difficult to manage, is it the rawness, or more the frustration of when you feel the writing is refusing to flow for you? 

The biggest problem I've had to face in terms of my writing is expectations. When you start out, it's easy. Your work could be anything and everything, because no one has responded to it in any way. But once you're published, suddenly you have reader reactions and reviews and editors and agents and the market itself to contend with. And while all of those things are wonderful and I'm so grateful to have any kind of readership at all, the thought of those things often paralyses me. It's just a reality of the business. I worry the most that I am somehow not writing "correctly". That my style is too weird. And this is the thing that often causes me to tear my hair out when trying to write a scene.

I realise it's silly, though. It's just also sometimes unavoidable.

3. What significant things do you remember from childhood - I'm not digging for traumas, but more the things that gave you a sense of self, a sense of how you saw the world, if you know what I mean. For example, I know reading gave me a huge appreciate for fantasy and the magic to be found in the world - I think I have my father to thank for that too. What was formative for you? 

This is going to sound so rubbish, but I think it was watching the movie Return To Oz. That was the first moment when I realised a) the power of film and b) that it was okay to be dissatisfied with the way the world is. That it's okay to want more, to long for something fantastical, to dream of another life.

 This is a great answer!

4. Might you write a man POV book? Your heroines have a lot in common, I find, and they are often trying to work the hero out a lot - have you any urge to write a manbook? :) I know you were worried female POV wasn't enough the other day, but I would expect the Romance readership to be happy with it. Is there a male Romance readership to entice? Hmm, is this question too long? 

I think it's possible I will, one day. Certain stories I have in mind require a male POV just to make the story work. But that idea - of working out the hero from a female perspective - is what really drives me. The desire to tell a woman's story is more important to me. And if there is a male romance readership, I would hope that they would come into the genre wanting to hear women's stories, not demanding that we tell theirs. 

5.  You mentioned wanting to write sci-fi the other  day, as your first love. Can you manage both? What are the risks involved in genre surfing?

I think I've already kind of managed both! I've written two erotic romance sci-fi novellas, and have always had the urge to write more. But if you're talking genre surfing as in writing just straightforward science fiction with no romantic element...yeah I think there definite risks in attempting that. If I have another pen name, I have to build a readership all over again. And if I don't - or if I have one but share openly that I am that person - there's a risk my readers will be turned off.

But everything in this game is risky. Sometimes you've just got to go for it!

I hope you go for it. I'd cross genres in a flash to read your sci fi, but then, I am not perhaps, a typical Romance reader, I guess.

6. So - again, Twitter posts suggest your not quite living the dream, yet - publishing, audience, financial frustration vs the joy of getting to write for a living. What do you see in your ideal future? What will make the Charlotte of 15 years hence happy and satisfied? 

I don't think any writer gets to the point where they think yeah, now I'm living the dream! But it would be nice if in fifteen years I'm still doing this, and still making some kind of living. The most worrying thing about writing for me is not that I will never be a millionaire. It's that everything I've so precariously built up will suddenly crumble.

*I apologise deeply, that was a very serious point, but I have to do this:

Suddenly, 

I do hope this is the only kind of crumble you encounter. 

 And finally - 

7. If you had your minion army, would there be girl minions as well as boy minions? 

If I had a minion army I wouldn't care. I'd be too busy wriggling happily amongst them!

 
Thanks for having me, darling!

some names are just bridges too far

Ah, erotic writing. Names are always a struggle. You don't want mundanities like Kevin or Paul particularly because that just seems to be letting down the fantasy. Roger? I think not. But then the Cories, Jaydens and Bradens that tend to surface in the search for something windswept and interesting are just too self conscious for me, they drag me out of the story that bit too much. No one's really called, I don't know, Magellan, are they? Julian? Devon? Manley?? Baha. I'm just searching for a fitting moniker for a facefucking flash hero, and I'd love to call him something in particular - a name and according to the dictionary, the hypocorism (always useful, not sure I love a William, but everyone loves a Will) that are just ... excellent.

Sadly, however, they're just too like my father's. I thought I'd give it a go for a second, but soon as I saw it in black and white, I had to shudder and deletedeletedeletedelete. Bleh. Can't go there.

So, back to the drawing board, slightly squicked, I go. 

Stop by on the 6th for a CHARLOTTE STEIN INTERVIEW!! 

I should check reviews more often!

I just found this little one on Amazon, for RKB's Serving Him.

of 1 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars Imaginative & suspenseful, June 17, 2013

By 

Kate Chopin "Jess" (Georgia) - See all my reviews
(VINE VOICE)   

This review is from: Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission (Paperback)

I wanted Serving Him based on an excerpt from "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz, and I ended up loving her story and this book. I'm always in awe of how imaginative and suspenseful these short stories are, especially "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee, and "Breath" by Mollena Williams. My absolute favorite story is "Run, baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, and I have yet to stop thinking about it, because I'd never considered how sensual and exhilarating a game of chase could be. This story also has my favorite line "I feel so in love with myself when I'm running" - paraphrased because the book isn't in front of me - which describes the joy this couple is infused with. "Tackling Jessica" and "I Always Do" are also sexy favorites. Definitely another great anthology in Rachel Kramer Bussel's collection!



Nice, eh what? 

a day in the life of an occasional writer of tales

Ah, a rejection.

I'm not so sad... I don't think it's particularly productive to be sad about rejections... well, until everyone is singing their place on the TOC, I guess, that's always a bit chagrinning. But... hey.

I didn't quite do right by this story - it deserved a lot more working on, but it to so long to force out - I don't really write, exactly, I think and dream and watch scenes unfold like films, then struggle with myself 'til the deadline is barely or just past and push it out onto the page because I have to. I seem to be able to work only in tiny clear spaces of mind and time, and those are so few and far between, bookended endlessly by the minutiae of daily life. Other people deal with that better than I do. I know this.

Anyhoo. I sent this story to three different people to read... and no one responded. I know this could be co-incidental and related to other things, but still, cosmically, I'll take it as a sign that I will be the only one to love it and leave it at that.

Well... maybe not quite at that, as I owe it a lot more drafting than I gave it, and I know that redrafting and editing is the appropriate response to rejection. But I'll let it sit awhile, in that particular folder of oops, maybe this one was just for me.

In the meantime, I should be working on two other things. Away I go to do that. 

Mina Murray gave me such a nice review

It's of Night Heat in Alison Tyler's Sudden Sex. I am happy and flattered, as you might imagine. Go forth and read it if you will: http://minamurray.wordpress.com/2013/05/04/sudden-sex-night-heat/

My mother used to adore this song as a tiny baby, apparently, and scream in her cot if it wasn't left on repeat... Me, I'm not quite such a free spirit. Give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above... but wander with me, holding my hand. I'd rather share it. And then lead me home and make me a soft space. A dim hiding place, with walls of sheets and warm light. Tell me stories and whisper to me, you don't have to be anywhere but here... 

Justine Elyot's Kinky Wife!

Ah, wouldn't we all like one? A kinky wife or a Justine Elyot... not sure which ... here is a little bit of Justine for you anyway, you lucky lucky readers. Erotic fiction and Real People:

Three Dimensions – Inside and Outside the Bedroom

It's lovely to be here with Vida – I'm very pleased to be visiting her today. Thank you for having me!

I've come to talk about my new novella, Confessions of a Kinky Wife, and I'm ruminating today on the subject of realistic people in erotic novels. I mean, we've all read the stories – many of them very arousing – where the characters…aren't. They are avatars, standing in for various kinds of sexual partner. Fantasy dom, fantasy sub etc. etc. I've written a few myself. I don't have anything against it at all.

In a novel, though, or a longer story, I want a deeper level of investment in the people I'm reading about. I have to know what they do for a living, what they do for fun (apart from the obvious), whether they worry about money, what they want from life. My kinky wife is more than kinky and more than a wife – she's a person.

I might not say too much about her work or her favourite foods or authors, but she has them. She's a well-meaning, good-natured type, but she's no paragon. When she gets tired she gets tetchy and snaps at her husband. So far so conventional – but her idea of self-help for the improvement of her temper isn't!

Here's the blurb:

Is it possible to be a confident twenty-first century woman and submit to your lover?

It's difficult, as a modern woman, to admit that you want your lover to punish you. Not just a fun spanking in the bedroom – real punishment.

Philippa knows what she wants. She wants her police officer husband to take her in hand.

But how do you ask your lover to hurt you? And, if they're willing, how do you make sure that being taken in hand doesn't get out of hand?

Philippa and Dan explore the secret world of Domestic Discipline. Perhaps it will suit them, perhaps it won't. But they mean to find out, one way or the other.

It's available from lots of places – one of those is Amazon

For more info on me and my books, come and have a gander at my site: http://justineelyot.com/

Vida says: Run there! Run there now! 

flown babies

It's hard. I wrote a story last month that is kind of staying with me. It's a viking one, and while I was writing it, people kept posting beautiful viking, northern images on tumblr. I saw the forest I was thinking about after I'd written the story, the weapons, the blond, bearded men, the naked swimming children... so many lovely images that were just what I needed to put me in the right zone.

I wanted to the story to be deeply evocative and atmospheric and I've no idea whether I achieved that or not. The story is subbed, but I won't hear a yay or nay til June, and if it does get in then it will be what, a year before the book hits the shelves?

I feel a bit of separation anxiety... I didn't discuss it with anyone while I was writing, didn't get anyone to be a reader, which I should've, of course. I just didn't manage to get it done in time. I'd love to talk to someone about my story, but I can't. My attempts to have people read it have somehow not gone anywhere. I don't know why I want to so much, there's always the fear that it's crap, and people will feel embarrassed and not want to tell me. Still... I miss it. I need to live there a little bit longer, I lived with it in my head for quite some time while it grew and formed, and it's not ready to go yet.

Sometimes it takes such a long time for the anthos I am in to see the light of day that I've almost forgotten about them by the time the story does come out - and while it's lovely to read my own words in print, with fresh eyes, it still doesn't guarantee any feedback. It's a weird little world, writing. Especially when you do it as infrequently as I do.

toot toot!

You know that whole asparagus pee thing? Well, in the interests of science, I feel compelled to tell you that I had spinach for dinner last night and my vagina smells of spinach this afternoon. Not like spinach, exactly like spinach. I'd defy anyone to tell the difference (though that would make for an intersting experiment).

I know Popeye likes 'em tall and skinny, but he'd be so into me right now.

I was torn about pics for this post... I could have gone with spinach juice in a green glass, or a Popeye illustration (I yam what I yam) but who can resist a vulva shaped spinach tortellini?

Morning Noon and Night story illustration

Here is a lovely pictures that reminds me of my heroine from Morning, Noon and Night.

The link! 

Ahh, Docs, how I miss you.

I got the lovely news of an acceptance from Kristina Wright last night, I'll have a story, Faded Goods, in her Sweet and Sexy xo anthology, nestled right underneath Nikki Magennis and her wild naked bandits, and in the company of many other exciting authors. I want to say 'salubrious authors' but I know that's not right. And yet, good health to you all! 

Addicted by Charlotte Stein

Ahhh, everyone is in for a treat.

I don't read as much erotica as I'd like to because I am Poor, and I don't have a luxury budget for it. So I cheaply mostly leach books off nice writers when they're looking for reviews. but this is neither here nor there. I would gladly pay the price of Addicted.

Ah, where to start? Charlotte's writing is funny, searing, endearing, emotional. This book is a delightful rollercoaster, a bundle of humanity and joy and angst and best of all, wish fulfillment.

Now, Charlotte wrote a Get a Grip blog about why it's ok to enjoy Twilight, as it's entertaining wish fulfillment fiction for women. Hot young blonde hotties for paunchy old men has long been standard fantasy fair, so fuck you, I get my vampire boyfriend, no harm no foul, if I may paraphrase. I heart her for this simple point.

So too do I ♥ Addicted for the same reason. Charlotte's heroine is something of a whirlwind of neurotic worry and low self esteem - but not in the way Bridget Jones is. With Bridget (and yes, also Bella Swan) you finally start believing in their endless self criticism and wondering why handsome men ARE interested in them at all if they're so crappy. Stein's heroine Kit is full of worry but it's incredibly human and sympathetic. Also the book starts with her dynamic attempt to find what she's been lacking and she embarks on what might be termed a 'voyage of sexual discovery' if that didn't sound so cheesy. What she does is fearfully fling herself into a panicked and enthusiastic push-pull clinch with Dillon Holt, who may or may not be a sex addict.

This is where the wish fulfillment comes in - not everyone may completely identify with Kit (I do!) who has had an unsatisfying sexual experience up til now but Dillon must complete everyone's wish to get done just right by a really skillful muscly man who knows exactly what they need, somewhat telepathically. I fucking love it. Their sex is touching, spontaneous, arousing, full of pathos. Kit is a bit clumsy, a bit self-conscious, you may not be like that (I am!!), and while she may not be the typical perfect heroine, her enthusiasm and warmth and bravery are charming and inspiring. This book is so human. It's so good for imperfect people, it's like a little bible of encouragement. Dillon is a little too good to be true, but that's who we want to read about. He's the good guy. He's strong enough and big enough to make a girl feel little. Oh, god, Dillon, please heft me around the place a bit too. And he's vulnerable.

Stein keeps the tension going right til the end of the book, and while the resolution is extremely satisfying, the little epilogue attaches to the end with a really perfect little twist.

I enjoyed every second of this book, and the book within the book. It was such a pleasure to read. It's really funny. It's edge of the seat reading. It's really arousing. The characters are completely sypathetic and their dialogue is natural and convincing. This would make a lovely film, actually - I would enjoy every moment of that too.

Charlotte Stein... going from strength to strength.

Whole box a stars for Addicted.

Big Book of Bondage Blog Tour!

The Big Book of Bondage Big Blog Tour Bus is stopping at my blog today - I am feeling full of love because the ever fabulous Donna George Storey wrote a lovely review of my story therein, Life Drawing, which you can find at Alison's house.

But that's enough about me - I wanted to say some words about Senseless. I'm bemused and amused by this little slice of frustration Stella Harris serves up for her poor audience. As readers we suffer along with brave Lana as she ventures unknowing into a threesome she never gets to be star player in. 

And for all the lack of first person satisfaction, it's a short, burning story that leaves the reader as aroused and wondering as the main character is. I like how it tosses expectations back Lana's face as well as our own. I always wonder why more people don't get involved in threesomes as it just seems so indulgently, wonderfully...horny - and yet here that picture is messed with, the indulgence is half refused as the focus stays on the men and the heroine's impotent arousal. Somuch proxy - the reader gets turned on by the heroine getting turned on by the invisible arousal of the men over her... it's a great Esher drawing of a story!