Actually, a Picture Isn't Always Worth a Thousand Words (Part III)
The title of this post doesn't necessarily fit the content, but because it is about a subject I first started to address in a previous post, I called it this to make it easier for people to find it. Sorry if that disappoints a few of my readers.
I recently wrote about whether or not men read erotica, but I also mentioned wondering if women read erotica that is from a man's point of view. To try to answer that question, I decided to read a few stories of that ilk myself. Because I'm a loyal girl, I went ahead and stuck with my fellow MotsErotica authors for this discussion, but you can plug in whoever you like.
Most of the stories I read were by Clark Adams, our resident expert on buttfucking. His stories fall neatly into two camps, fantasy erotica and character-driven erotica. The fantasy erotica is easy to spot, because it has titles like Backdooring the Fill in the Blank or Cornholing the Fill in the Blank. These stories are very simple, and are not altogether different than porn. Reading them, I was aroused as often as not, but they had limited impact on me, and I don't think I would actually seek them out. What I found most fascinating about them was their idea of anal sex as a reward for being a nice guy. Frequently in Clark's stories, the man does something nice for the woman, so she rewards him by giving him her anal cherry. These stories also follow a general sexual pattern, where the girl struggles at first but eventually gets into it. I think that the formula is probably pretty close to the average male anal sex fantasy, and perhaps that is why it is arousing enough but not particularly exciting.
The other stories he writes, however, are their own kind of genius. The series is called I Told You So, and it makes me sad he hasn't written any since around Christmas of last year, because I find them incredibly fascinating. Here, we get a recurring character who specializes in talking women into some first time buttfucking. This basic setup could fall horribly flat, in part due to potential lack of believability, except for two very important facts. One, the narrator (these are first person stories) is absolutely captivating, almost like Holden Caulfield if Holden was a sexual deviant. Second, the girls themselves are actual characters, and their characters matter. Each of them has some sort of personality weakness, and the narrator exploits those weaknesses to get what he wants before casting them aside. Now, it's possible that I prefer this because the concept of consent in erotica is indelibly attractive to me, but I think there's more to it, especially because the narrator reveals just enough about himself for the reader to understand that he is just as broken as the women he pursues.
Now here's the strangest thing of all. I'm not completely sure that the I Told You So stories are always successful as erotica. I find the sex in some of them incredibly hot, mostly because the evocative language the narrative uses really sells the sensations of what's occurring. It is very easy to put yourself in the place of the woman being violated, and I find violation sexy. But there are times when the stories are almost too compelling to be erotic. The reader can be distracted by the characters, distracted by the search for meaning being encapsulated in a moment of dirty sex. This is especially evident in I Told You So 5, when we get our first real glimpse at the man the narrator used to be. But oddly enough, I would buy the next I Told You So the day it came out, because characters matter. Though there are occasions when the character gets in the way of the sex, the moments when he doesn't, the moments when we appreciate the brief pleasure these wayward souls wrench from each other's bodies, I'm more aroused than I am by almost any story written by a female author.
I find myself frequently hoping that the I Told You So saga finds an audience, mostly because it is something altogether different than the rest of the erotica available on the internet. It both reduces sex to its most horrific egocentricity, but it also humanizes eroticism in a way that few things do. It reminds me of one of my all-time favorite songs, World Full of Nothing by Depeche Mode. "She's lonely/And he says/It's for her only/That he lusts/She doesn't trust him/Nothing is true/But he will do/In a world full of nothing/Though it's not love/It means something."
I recently wrote about whether or not men read erotica, but I also mentioned wondering if women read erotica that is from a man's point of view. To try to answer that question, I decided to read a few stories of that ilk myself. Because I'm a loyal girl, I went ahead and stuck with my fellow MotsErotica authors for this discussion, but you can plug in whoever you like.
Most of the stories I read were by Clark Adams, our resident expert on buttfucking. His stories fall neatly into two camps, fantasy erotica and character-driven erotica. The fantasy erotica is easy to spot, because it has titles like Backdooring the Fill in the Blank or Cornholing the Fill in the Blank. These stories are very simple, and are not altogether different than porn. Reading them, I was aroused as often as not, but they had limited impact on me, and I don't think I would actually seek them out. What I found most fascinating about them was their idea of anal sex as a reward for being a nice guy. Frequently in Clark's stories, the man does something nice for the woman, so she rewards him by giving him her anal cherry. These stories also follow a general sexual pattern, where the girl struggles at first but eventually gets into it. I think that the formula is probably pretty close to the average male anal sex fantasy, and perhaps that is why it is arousing enough but not particularly exciting.
The other stories he writes, however, are their own kind of genius. The series is called I Told You So, and it makes me sad he hasn't written any since around Christmas of last year, because I find them incredibly fascinating. Here, we get a recurring character who specializes in talking women into some first time buttfucking. This basic setup could fall horribly flat, in part due to potential lack of believability, except for two very important facts. One, the narrator (these are first person stories) is absolutely captivating, almost like Holden Caulfield if Holden was a sexual deviant. Second, the girls themselves are actual characters, and their characters matter. Each of them has some sort of personality weakness, and the narrator exploits those weaknesses to get what he wants before casting them aside. Now, it's possible that I prefer this because the concept of consent in erotica is indelibly attractive to me, but I think there's more to it, especially because the narrator reveals just enough about himself for the reader to understand that he is just as broken as the women he pursues.
Now here's the strangest thing of all. I'm not completely sure that the I Told You So stories are always successful as erotica. I find the sex in some of them incredibly hot, mostly because the evocative language the narrative uses really sells the sensations of what's occurring. It is very easy to put yourself in the place of the woman being violated, and I find violation sexy. But there are times when the stories are almost too compelling to be erotic. The reader can be distracted by the characters, distracted by the search for meaning being encapsulated in a moment of dirty sex. This is especially evident in I Told You So 5, when we get our first real glimpse at the man the narrator used to be. But oddly enough, I would buy the next I Told You So the day it came out, because characters matter. Though there are occasions when the character gets in the way of the sex, the moments when he doesn't, the moments when we appreciate the brief pleasure these wayward souls wrench from each other's bodies, I'm more aroused than I am by almost any story written by a female author.
I find myself frequently hoping that the I Told You So saga finds an audience, mostly because it is something altogether different than the rest of the erotica available on the internet. It both reduces sex to its most horrific egocentricity, but it also humanizes eroticism in a way that few things do. It reminds me of one of my all-time favorite songs, World Full of Nothing by Depeche Mode. "She's lonely/And he says/It's for her only/That he lusts/She doesn't trust him/Nothing is true/But he will do/In a world full of nothing/Though it's not love/It means something."
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