Erotica Unveiled – A Review
Erotica Unveiled by Ivanna Howles
It was my pleasure to read Erotica Unveiled, a novel that delivers heat in nineteen chapters.
Her stories are like glass etchings; hard, elegant, and precise artwork, with heat added through bold strokes of color and imagery. Told in grand fashion, male and female readers alike will appreciate the method of story telling employed by this New York native, effortlessly depicting scene after scene of seductive word manipulation that induces throbbing, stroking, swooning, spillage, and love making, in no particular order.
She knows when to thrust, when to touch, and when to hush, allowing the rush of the climax to ebb and flow into the next slam dance of carnal insight, sucking you in, riding you like a horse with flaring nostrils….. until the last drops soundlessly spot the floor…….. leaving you alone with your thoughts, listening for an echo that never existed.
Ivanna Howles will wrap you up in this outing, her first foray into adult fiction. I had the pleasure of catching Ms. Howles in an interview last weekend. She was excitedly discussing the projects that she has on the horizon; her shyness was a captivating facet of the smoldering vixen within and a testament of her ability to pleasure her readers with a variety of scandalous scenarios.
An absolute gem.
Written by
D. Stylz
The RestStop: Jeff and Jeanine – A Review
The RestStop: Jeff and Jeanine by M.L. Jacobs
Anticipation also affected the time sense. Jeff and Jeanine’s surface reason for meeting at The RestStop was for a session of extreme sex. Their excitement was infectious, with mutually driven bliss giving rise to visions of past conquests, bathing the reader in soft flickering lights, the remembrance of past acts of hearty lustfulness.
With both parties claiming sexual abuse in their histories, the players were victims by their own right and pinpointing the antagonist will be a heavenly task for the reader. One person suffered from witnessing consistent acts of emotional neglect committed by a womanizer, while the other was traumatized by a domineering, disapproving mother, and a horrifying high school incident that leaves the recipient mentally crippled and in some sense, ageless. After the trauma was endured, the perpetrator extended the further courtesy of forgetting his victim.
Some of these missteps were a products of the last generation. These flashbacks also set the stage to avenge a wrong created in THIS generation, once again, rendering the attacker blameless.
Jeff was a product of his environment; he hated women. Or rather, he thought he did. Either way, his upbringing made not a lot of accommodations for women, ladies, or anything maternal., his only appreciation being that of unattached pleasure.
Perhaps one could classify this as a tale of Man vs. Self. Said issues were instilled into the players by generational devices, somewhat exonerating them, allowing the reader to feel empathetic for the characters, even at their most vile.
That being said, once you sprinkle themes of retribution and revenge into the equation, the true victim remains unclear and things begin to proceed in fashions unforeseen. A chance Internet meeting, they both join in on the orchestration of the engagement, with one party seeking to make a statement of the occasion.
Sex as a weapon; weapons of distraction, dominance, of degradation.
Miss Jacobs concoction is a tasty pleasure, a sweet treat.
Ð. Stylz
Editor in Chief
Chaklet Coffee Books
