This book was frankly fascinating. It wasn’t so much the story (thought it was a great story), it was the way that Sally stuck you in a dozen different bodies and yet every time she managed to make you feel every single aspect of what being that person was like. I admit that early in the story I thought that Sally was unnecessarily mean to a particular type of person, but with each word, I got drawn into the character and really felt like I was that person. It was no longer mean. It was simply a fact of their existence and vicariously, mine.
I found myself not wanting it to end because I just wanted Sally to show me so clearly what it is like to be another person. There wasn’t much sex is this one, and though I find it nearly painful to say so, I’m glad. The intense psycho-sensual stimulation of simply being another person would be overwhelming when combined with a good sex scene (which we know Sally can do quite skillfully.)
Needless to say, this is an excellent book and if you think that erotica can’t be deep and thoughtful, Sally’s about to prove you wrong.
I’ve decided to start writing reviews of the books that I read. As a writer, I know that writers bust their butts trying to realize an idea into a polished piece that let’s other see inside our heads for a little while. I know that I want you to see what I’ve created AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT. I’ve read the same thing over and over from other writers. So, I’m going to start giving my peers the same thing that I’m asking for. Without further ado:
Sally Bend’s daring and dynamic dame of deliciously delightful dimensions returns for a second installment. Ms. Moans’ previous adventure has left her with an unexpected consequence. Our heroine goes to drastic measures, taking us into an exploration of an experience that should be terrifying, but is instead incredibly sensual and erotic. Instead of the standard scene of the monster violating her, it reads like two equals engaged in passionate lovemaking, a clever trick when you’re dealing with an ancient monster from legend that defies human understanding.
Sally’s given us another fantastic chapter in Ms. Moans’ story and I can’t wait to read the next one. While this book doesn’t have the heart-lightening humor of the previous one, it makes up for it with a deep sensuality touches you in places that you might not be aware of with some very pleasant results.
My inspiration for stories (the vast majority of which I’ve yet to publish, but I’m working on it) comes from a number of different places. I think the most common place is dreams. I barely remember my dreams. Just flashes of images, or snippets of sound. My waking mind tries to put these together in some sort of coherent fashion, but most of it is missing, so it extrapolates to fill in the gaps. This comes out of my mind and fingers as a story. There are other places it comes from as well. Sometimes I’ll look in the mirror and think about the person that I always wanted to be (Cat’s Tale: The First Lesson ). I might look into that same mirror and reflect back on the path of my life and choices I’ve made to see the person that I might have been (Christine: Courtship). Sometimes, it’s a close friend telling me about a secret desire (Futa Birthday Surprise). The newest one is a combination of factors. In this case, I was taking a break from editing Christine: Love and looking back at some old story ideas and test scenes that I’d written. Then, I read Sally Bend’s take on Indiana Jones/Lara Croft that’s amusing, erotic and wholly entertaining – Futanari Moans and the Mummy’s Hand (Job). Finally, I noticed that my first book sold was actually my second book published: Futa Birthday Surprise. And in Germany, oddly enough. The combination of those three produced a new story. Now, I just have to write it. It should debut right after Christine: Love comes out. I’m sure you’ll love it.