Sad and touching, but at times happy and full of hope. A wonderful collection of emotional poems. My only qualm -- and it's not really, strictly a "qualm", per se -- is that I don't believe you have to have religion to have spirituality, to feel a part of the universe and valued, valuable and needed by the rest of the world: you just have to be you. A lot of the poems are very sad and I think the thing you have to remember when you read them is that they are to make you think. Merely because others don't -- or have trouble showing -- that they care (or even love) you, doesn't mean that you aren't loved: you should always love yourself enough to care what happens to you and how your actions reverberate through the world and the people/living beings that you interact with. Loving yourself doesn't have to mean you're "in love" with yourself, but you've got to acknowledge yourself and realise that just because it's coming from you, that doesn't make it okay if the sentiment is meant to hurt and debilitate. Life and the very act of living and feeling can hurt, but not all pain has to be destructive, debilitating pain. And if no one else cares for you, or you feel that they don't, then it's not because you shouldn't be cared for -- you should always care for yourself -- and the future is a mystery. Anything can happen. Even change. You may, in the most unlikely moment, meet someone you can really care for and who really cares for you. You are never alone in the world. If you are alive, you are a part of all Life and the physical things and processes that facilitate life. In life, I think tolerance has to be one of your best assets. Tolerance allows you to learn and love, not matter what anyone else tells you. Everything you feel inside is real for you; it's real. It's saying something to you -- someone or something is saying something to you, either you or someone you know and think about, in the front or the back of your mind. Your feelings matter. Why, then, wouldn't anyone else's? You don't have to be alone in this world -- you aren't alone!
These poems made me think about something I don't think about a whole lot -- the way some people relate to the world and how, even though they might have many labels for themselves that are different to the labels others appoint themselves still, we are all basically the same, in a good way. We all have emotions and we all deal with them and handle them in different, but sometimes quite similar ways, and we all need recognition, love, safety and to live and, ideally, to learn and go on learning our whole lives (which, in truth, we do, though we may not realise). We sometimes build up walls that tell us we're different, but they're both real and unreal in varying degrees. And sometimes, the walls are for different reasons; why we label ourselves "different" is for different reasons. A way to separate ourselves from others, maybe to shield ourselves from emotional hurt and pain, but also, sometimes, to allow ourselves to feel as though we have something meaningful in our lives that we clutch onto and which sometimes ends up stilting us, too, not allowing us to see the good that we could allow into our lives by perhaps opening our minds and allowing ourselves to connect again. Life isn't always going to be glorious and joyous, but we don't have to be unhappy just because we're not "happy". Emotions are more complex than that, really, and are constantly unfolding in various shades and lights and aspects, affected by our present, future and past, as well as everyone that we know, interact with and know, hear, or read about, or even dream or someone merely from our imaginations.
Tolerance allows us to live our lives to the fullest extent and also to connect more fully. It can be a really great thing; for you, and for those around you. I think these poems are trying to point out how life can be dulled and how you can hurt yourself very badly if you don't love yourself and if you don't allow yourself to accept the past as the past and take your lesson from it and move on. And I also feel that it strongly encourages tolerance between people to foster better relationships (and understanding in relationships), whether they be romantic or not.
I am not a religious person, myself, but I am of the belief that if it makes you a better person and allows you to enjoy your life more fully and be more aware of yourself as an individual as well as one living in a community, as a part of the world, go with it -- certainly! But we don't just have one form of belief in our lives, we have many, many, and as we go on learning and living, and reflecting on our lives, we may alter our beliefs, but that doesn't make what we believe in or believed in any less important to our life's journey.
Ah... such a long review! If you find it tedious, reading it all (on a computer screen, no less!), I'll understand. Basically, I quite liked the poems. :) I know I could have brought that same thing across in less words, but a fair portion of the poems evoked such downheartedness that I just had to go off on a tangent and ramble. I know I've felt quite downheartened, myself, at times, but life isn't only about hurt and hurting. It's also about connecting with the world and with others and with ourselves (and getting to know ourselves better through our interactions with the world), and finding joy in life. Life is sadness, but also happiness: living is to have feelings. I guess that's all I meant to say. I don't know you, the author, and I might not know any of your readers (past, present or future), but I do know we're all in this world together.
Yeah, well, that's me -- rambled on enough. Shall stop now. :)
Hmm... Interesting, but a little too short to really make all that much of an impression. There's quite a bit of character explanation, but the storyline is then quite simple. Though, in all fairness, I wasn't expecting it to be phenomenal at that length. There's just one thing I was confused about... was the girl that came in for the tattoo also one of Wilbur's kind?
Sad, but true. This really happens. People slowly become machines and give away their humanity and their connection to the living, breathing, feeling being inside them and those around them. I quite liked this short story, though, being a bit of a romantic, it would have been cute if he could have reconciled with his wife and helped her to see the larger truth and how she was so badly hurting herself by blindly following along with a system she didn't truly understand (or even, as it seems, want to understand).
I really liked your poems. They conveyed a lot of story in little words. In the line "...and the sea is the one we’re lost in, call Life" there's a small typo, I think. You meant "called Life", didn't you?
It drew me in slowly and made me think about what you were saying... I liked your poems. My favourite has to be "You Define Me", though I couldn't say why. I really liked this line: "Bricks as bones, you build me up again slowly". I'd love to see a larger collection of poetry from you. :)
I liked this story, just not as much as your other story I read, Spank Me, Senator! I don't really know why, but maybe it was because Sami and Evan were already a couple and weren't getting to know about each other for the first time and already knew a lot of stuff about each other emotionally and psychologically. Can't really explain it, but it was okay, just not super excellent for me. For others? Who knows?
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I enjoyed this short story about a young woman and the Slender Man. If you like kinky, quirky, quite possibly freaky and most definitely sexy tales of monster sex, you’ll enjoy this one, and it comes complete with a happy ending. Sigh.
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These short stories come with a twist. They’re impregnation erotica (or breeding erotica), and they’re romance, but not as most of us would be likely to think of it…
In “Breeding Her by the Beach”, a story told entirely from the tentacle monster’s point-of-view, it’s the monster who is in love with the female character, a young human woman. The monster definitely has the billionaire thing happening, let me tell you!
In “Sacrificed to the Kraken”, we don’t really get a picture of the monster’s character (as such), though he/it manages to maintain an ever-present sense of power, menace and awe, especially over the heroine’s character. The romance comes from her desire to… how can I put this… to prostrate herself to her god? To fulfill his desires in gratitude for his… hmm… All right, so she doesn’t have a lot of choice, either way. But that can be… empowering, or liberating, in a way. And there’s also the allure of a powerful (and possibly lustful) character.
And lastly, in “Slave to the Tentacle Alien”, we have something completely different. Dominance, submission, and one massive clash of cultures. It’s complicated. Yes, that’s as much as I’m going to say… complicated!
I enjoyed these stories, I was hanging out for a continuation for a short while, and then I reminded myself… ah, impregnation erotica. With a side of romance. It’s about the impregnation!
And on that count, these three short stories certainly deliver!
An enjoyable read, though I had to question the feasibility of the "first time" protagonist's bedroom skills with her playmate/lab partner, Alice. If you enjoy tales of college girls who are just a bit nerdy and slightly spooky and unselfconscious, and sexy, edgy, kinky experiments, then you'll love College Lesbian Bondage. I give it four and a half stars!
Spooky, kooky, dark and twisted, Victim will leave you asking yourself, Did I enjoy it, could I enjoy it? This is a tale of darkness and depravity and bizarrely addicting erotic horror. Try it, if you're feeling brave, and decide for yourself!
I found myself endeared to Shyla and Walter's story in an odd way, despite it being an acquired taste, though I only mean that in the kindest possible way. It was hilarious and lewd and a bit disturbing, but I liked it and the writing is good - you just want to keep reading. I did wonder if you might write a sequel where Shyla and Walter come to care for one another as equals rather than merely objects of desire, particularly with Shyla and her husband seemingly being such a bad fit for one another... I enjoy love stories and I sensed the potential here. :-) I give it four and a half stars!
Not So Easy A has plenty of sex and angst, but I personally would have liked to see a little of Lacy and Jack outside of their "lessons", in their everyday, day-to-day lives as I feel it would have given me a greater connection to their characters and allowed us to see the characters' personalities that much better. Aside from this, I liked this story.
One for the fans! Dinner and a Show is a dish of a short story, bursting with sexy, edgy lesbian goodness and sweetly zinging with a hint of romance! Got a craving? There's plenty of naughty here! Go on, satisfy yourself. It's three and a half stars from me.
A few minor typos, nothing major though. Traffic Cop Gender Swap is a straightforward story of a gender swap encounter brought on by, uh oh, popping the wrong pill. I would have liked to have gotten more of a sense of Dave's character, a flavour, I guess, but I didn't mind the story. I wouldn't mind reading a sequel, maybe something dealing with how mundane Dave's life was and how he'd started to crave something different and was unable to forget the encounter or who it was with. I give it three and a half to four stars.
Sexy and sweet in one! A slow burn leading to a heated crescendo, and a pleasant lingering warmth. A few typos; nothing major. I give it four and a half stars. After a hiatus, I'm glad to see Annabeth writing again and hope Her Turn at Bat won't be the last we see of her work. :)
Bunker Bride is smoothly written, buzzes with a menacing undercurrent and is full of dark erotic tension.
If you like your erotica on the darker side, if you enjoy kidnapping fantasies and dystopian futures, Aster Zhen's latest short story won't disappoint.
I really enjoyed these short stories. They were well written, interconnecting and flowed well. I'd love to read a continuation for each of these stories, but most of all for Cornelia and Topsy's story.
I enjoyed this novella and the short story that serves at its prequel, Birds of West County Jail. Both stories centre around a young woman named "Daisy" and her time in jail, specifically delving into her sexual and romantic discoveries and life on the inside. I'd be very happy to read more about Daisy and the other inmates; whether set during their time in jail of after.
Constructive criticism: When Daisy visits Thompson's office, she mentions the other prisoner with her as having been Malone when it was Rugburn.
An enjoyable, compelling story and one I will likely read again. Thank you, Bebe.
The Red Veil of Desire introduces the reader to an interesting new world with an old fashioned manner. Elissa, a proper young woman struck down by an affliction which sees her isolated from her old life and her lover, is lonely in her service to the Goddess. That is, until the arrival of an old friend in an unlikely guise.
I found this an intriguing short story that felt rather brief, though enjoyable enough. I am, however, still uncertain as to the deadly disease Elissa is afflicted with. I think incurable, in this case, may be the more apt word since there is no mention of anyone dying from it but definitely a stigma along with isolation and a lifelong quality.
I give it four stars.
Recommended for those who enjoy historical fiction and LGBT / lesbian romances.