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Uma paródia, num romance erótico com um monstro com tentáculos expert em BDSM (Dominação SadoMasoquista), finalista na categoria de ‘melhor livro erótico’ no e-festival de palavras.
Descrição promocional:
A Elle James é uma autora virgem e foi premiada com um óscar, na sua faculdade Erotic Writing Club, e um dia a sua amiga Sarah, igualmente autora de livros eróticos, pediu-lhe um favor, algo fácil, que era ir substituí-la numa entrevista que tinha que fazer ao famoso e bilionário especialista em BDSM. Ela aceitou fazer esse favor à Sarah, pois acha que essa entrevista pode ajudá-la com as suas pesquisas, para os livros de BDSM, que estava a escrever.
Sendo uma rapariga forte e determinada, ela não tem interesse num estilo de vida BDSM; ela reconhece que, simplesmente, não é adequado à sua personalidade. Contudo, quando se encontra com o Sr. Grey, na sede da empresa dele, o seu objetivo fica incerto, pois sente que se está a sujeitar à vontade dele.
O Sr. Grey, um bilionário bonito, esconde um segredo profundo e obscuro (não; não é o que você está a pensar. É outro segredo profundo e obscuro) e, embora já tenha tido muitas mulheres submissas, anteriormente, descobre que há algo diferente na Elle, algo que o deixou intrigado. Mas, ele ficou com dúvidas em relação a ela; não sabia se podia confidenciar-lhe tudo o que queria, nem se podia confiar nela, contudo, este casal embarca numa jornada sexual, que a vai levar a extremos e fazer com que o Sr. Grey tome uma decisão que poderá resultar na sua ruína...
Aviso: Embora este trabalho seja uma paródia, também é um conto erótico, que contém cenas sexuais explícitas de sexo com tentáculos, dominação, SadoMasoquismo e humor!
Descrição promocional:
A Elle James é uma autora virgem e foi premiada com um óscar, na sua faculdade Erotic Writing Club, e um dia a sua amiga Sarah, igualmente autora de livros eróticos, pediu-lhe um favor, algo fácil, que era ir substituí-la numa entrevista que tinha que fazer ao famoso e bilionário especialista em BDSM. Ela aceitou fazer esse favor à Sarah, pois acha que essa entrevista pode ajudá-la com as suas pesquisas, para os livros de BDSM, que estava a escrever.
Sendo uma rapariga forte e determinada, ela não tem interesse num estilo de vida BDSM; ela reconhece que, simplesmente, não é adequado à sua personalidade. Contudo, quando se encontra com o Sr. Grey, na sede da empresa dele, o seu objetivo fica incerto, pois sente que se está a sujeitar à vontade dele.
O Sr. Grey, um bilionário bonito, esconde um segredo profundo e obscuro (não; não é o que você está a pensar. É outro segredo profundo e obscuro) e, embora já tenha tido muitas mulheres submissas, anteriormente, descobre que há algo diferente na Elle, algo que o deixou intrigado. Mas, ele ficou com dúvidas em relação a ela; não sabia se podia confidenciar-lhe tudo o que queria, nem se podia confiar nela, contudo, este casal embarca numa jornada sexual, que a vai levar a extremos e fazer com que o Sr. Grey tome uma decisão que poderá resultar na sua ruína...
Aviso: Embora este trabalho seja uma paródia, também é um conto erótico, que contém cenas sexuais explícitas de sexo com tentáculos, dominação, SadoMasoquismo e humor!
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First published December 21, 2012
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December 1, 2018my monsterporn read for november, cutting it pretty close this month.
i still haven't reviewed the last couple of months' offerings. i need to be more disciplined! meant as an adjective, not a verb. please do not send any tentacles my way.
i still haven't reviewed the last couple of months' offerings. i need to be more disciplined! meant as an adjective, not a verb. please do not send any tentacles my way.
December 17, 2025
Disclaimer: while writing this, my overall mental state was heavily influenced by the discovery of this book
What a way to start the prologue.
Any decent college student that has lived in the era before AI and ChatGPT knows the true value of some old-fashioned hardcore research.
It truly is our fault sometimes as readers, I guess. I am also one of those people. I sometimes rate books as 1 star not because they are so bad they shouldn't have been published, much less become viral onshitty booktok, but because I
"couldn't understand the inner workings of a writer's mind."
We also meet Sarah who we find out “usually wrote under the pen name 'Rachael Rimjob'" but because "she had several erotic stories on the go at one time and was trying to finish them all off, but was finding it hard going, what with her local church group meeting more often than
most, taking up much of her free time.” And of course, this desperate, flustered acquaintance needed some urgent help with an interview of a "well known billionaire BDSM expert” since she simply cannot do it herself considering that the book she was working on was “just too big and hard.”
Our FL, obviously agrees. She knew exactly how Sarah felt, especially considering “the big and hard ones sometimes brought tears to my eyes, so I usually tried to cram them in at night-time when I felt much more relaxed and able to work on their full length.”
Gothom? GOTHOM?
As in
with a typo?
Web also find some important background info on the mysterious Mr. Grey, “he was reclusive yet socially erudite, cruel but kind, and well known as a faithful playboy, only taking a new submissive on once a year, before allowing them to pass his intensive course and then getting rid of them.”
His full name?
Battleship Grey.
BATTLESHIP Grey.
At the same time we also get a rare, unfiltered glimpse into Ella's mind and how her steadfast and iron clad principles operate:
This is reinforced on the next page when Ella goes for the interview, feeling very happy for having “worn my low cut top that day, as it was like a natural air-conditioning system, all be it one that was more attractive to men. I hoped Grey wouldn't stare at my tits throughout our meeting, as that definitely wasn't what I wanted. I was a serious writer, and to have a man I'd not already decided I was attracted to admire my cleavage, really disgusted me.”
The quest of course has a hiccup in the form of Mr. Grey's “stern looking secretary sitting at the reception desk, looking at me over her glasses, quite obviously jealous at the sight of the impressive breasts I was unconsciously displaying by arching my back, as the male office workers walked by.”
Someone give that poor secretary a candy because if this her usual day, the woman needs some sweetness in her life.
The meeting itself starts strong:
At this point things escalate to what all of you are suspecting, with Ella already planning their entire life together, no less than 10 minutes after meeting the billionaire Mr. Grey.
You gotta respect this chick's confidence and brains. This shit needs to be studied extensively.
THAT IS YOUR QUESTION? NOT THE FACT THAT YOU GAVE A BLOWJOB TO THE GUY AND SAW A TENTACLE UNDER HIS SUIT INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY ASKING SOME QUESTIONS?
Nevertheless, the intelligent Ella then proceeds to park herself in a nearby coffee shop since "some of the most popular books in the world had been written in coffee shops, like the passably good non-erotica series, 'Harry Potter', and also the number one bestseller, 'The Bible'” so she can lie to herself some more that she's just there to get inspiration for her writing (probably from "the Bible, due to its obvious taboo-erotica leanings in the Old Testament teaser section, people having sex with their relatives and all" ) instead of gaining some experience on her newly acquired billionaire stalking habit.
After several lattes and no Mr. Grey, just “the shadow of a man leap across to the opposite building” with “some appendages attached to him” which of course was probably just a pidgeon, Ella finally gives up and "returned to my dorm, riding the bus with the other non-billionaire types I was so used to having to mingle with.”
Fast forward to the next day and us readers are immediately supplied with one of the most mind blowing dialogues I have ever had to honor to read:
AT this point I wasn't even asking myself questions or trying to triple check the previous page or even wondering if I have early onset Alzheimer's or have SOMEHOW missed an entire conversation. I had already resigned myself to the flow of the story and was willing to swim even deeper.
This was proven fruitful as I immediately after had the opportunity to learn from the highly intelligent business executives and board members of Mr. Grey's company, the business steps necessary in order to "reinvent chocolate":
They don't teach this kind of stuff in Business school or Harvard, that's for sure.
But the plot twist is on an entire different level. No one, least of all I could have expected the grand reveal. I actually had to put the book down and try to calm myself down, it was so shocking and unexpected. A secret so big, the only other person aware of it was Morgan Freeman himself and now, the intelligent Ella:
But obviously nothing is simple and being in a submissive relationship with a BDSM billionaire tentacled alien while quite daunting at first, also comes with its complex problems and moral dilemmas:
All valid concerns, Ella. Perhaps if you weren't making those strenuous mental exercises and debating the use of tentacles, you wouldn't have taken a wrong turn and ended up in a bad neighborhood facing what you eloquently described as "possibly the most ethnically diverse street gang I had ever seen."
Priorities once more, people. Priorities.
BUT THEN! When all hope seemed lost and poor, helpless Ella was being besieged by the "the most ethnically diverse street gang" ever - including the polite black dude with a British accent who had a violin lesson later on and the asian dude with the biggest dick of them all who also happened to be bad at math - ONLY THEN she is miraculously saved by a mysterious masked vigilante.
God, give me strength.
At this point no decent love book can be complete without a butler, poor gay Morris, and an impressive colonial mansion housing a tentacle dungeon and “fifty shades of grey bedrooms, all with a slightly different shade” including, but not limited to light grey, cadet grey or even the more rare rocket metallic grey. The BDSM contract Ella is given to sign also includes some interesting clauses, such as “'I strangle you until you're almost dead, for fun'” , which is any girl's dream, I'm sure. Mr. Grey's trust issues are loosely attributed to the probable but expected possibility of having been “mistreated by an over-bearing alien mother”.
The suspense doesn't last long and the contract is promptly signed after a random, not at all important gift consisting of a jeweled tiara and an unlimited Adamantium credit card. The reason for signing the sex slave contract is of course, love. This is proven by their heartfelt confession:
After they confess their feeling to each other, they familiarize themselves with the tentacle dungeon and then *gasp* get to know each other better...
...
... via words.
Via tentacles also, but words are equally important:
This foreshadowing about Mr. Grey's dangerous enemies promptly became cruel reality, when our damsel in. distress is kidnapped by a man with “a deeply scarred face" and "a cynical grin" called Mr. Irony.
Her punishment?
The torture?
Her fate?
Uncertain.
Damn, what an
What a
In this whole story the MVP was no doubt the poor secretary for having to deal with Battleship every day at work. Someone give that woman a raise and a hug.
At some parts i laughed so much i was crying worse than i cried at Titanic, but for all the good reasons. At some point i was afraid i would choke on air and die without the chance of reading any of the books than i am expecting in the next year. I would have returned as a ghost to do so, but no matter.
My overall opinion regarding the book?
Still a better love story than Twilight. Or a better plot than 50 shades of Grey.
“Being in the college Erotic Writing club, I'd managed to write quite a few stories that had won some acclaim. My first story, 'Teacher Dominates Student' had even won a school prize, with the dean of my literature department praising it for its hardcore action and realism, although I had wondered how he knew it was realistic unless he'd had some personal experience.”
What a way to start the prologue.
“As a senior, I'd also heard about my fair share of sexual experiences from others, although I myself was still a pure virgin, as pure as the driven snow.”
“Sometimes I had to do further research though, which often led to confusion. In particular there was the time that Sybil, the well known and respected college slut, had told me about one of her sexual experiences with Ross, the college track star.”
Any decent college student that has lived in the era before AI and ChatGPT knows the true value of some old-fashioned hardcore research.
“It was so big he almost split me in half.” She had said, as I was taking notes furiously,“Did you have to go to hospital afterward?” I'd asked, being genuinely concerned.
“Huh?” She'd replied, looking at me perplexed.
I'd found this kind of thing was common; I'd ask for further details from the people I was interviewing and they'd look at me dumbfounded. At first I put it down to stupidity on their part, but later I realized they couldn't understand the inner workings of a writer's mind, or why we needed the most intricate of details in order to add depth to our stories.”
It truly is our fault sometimes as readers, I guess. I am also one of those people. I sometimes rate books as 1 star not because they are so bad they shouldn't have been published, much less become viral on
We also meet Sarah who we find out “usually wrote under the pen name 'Rachael Rimjob'" but because "she had several erotic stories on the go at one time and was trying to finish them all off, but was finding it hard going, what with her local church group meeting more often than
most, taking up much of her free time.” And of course, this desperate, flustered acquaintance needed some urgent help with an interview of a "well known billionaire BDSM expert” since she simply cannot do it herself considering that the book she was working on was “just too big and hard.”
Our FL, obviously agrees. She knew exactly how Sarah felt, especially considering “the big and hard ones sometimes brought tears to my eyes, so I usually tried to cram them in at night-time when I felt much more relaxed and able to work on their full length.”
“I knew the BDSM expert Sarah had been talking about, everyone in our city of Gothom knew him. He'd been on the local and national news, talking about BDSM and how as a lifestyle choice it was far healthier than taking drugs, physically and psychologically. Oprah had even fast-tracked his book, 'The BDSM Diaries', for her book club.”
Gothom? GOTHOM?
As in
with a typo?
Web also find some important background info on the mysterious Mr. Grey, “he was reclusive yet socially erudite, cruel but kind, and well known as a faithful playboy, only taking a new submissive on once a year, before allowing them to pass his intensive course and then getting rid of them.”
His full name?
Battleship Grey.
BATTLESHIP Grey.
At the same time we also get a rare, unfiltered glimpse into Ella's mind and how her steadfast and iron clad principles operate:
“But I had no such plans to become one of his many submissive women, I was far too independent and strong-willed for such things. There's no way I'd stand for only a one year relationship with him, I told myself, if I did have any kind of relationship with him - which I wouldn't - I'd probably be the one female able to change him, in fact. I had no interest in his billionaire lifestyle, or his well-endowed manhood that was reported in the news on a daily basis by his personal friend, commissioner Gordon Blimey.”
This is reinforced on the next page when Ella goes for the interview, feeling very happy for having “worn my low cut top that day, as it was like a natural air-conditioning system, all be it one that was more attractive to men. I hoped Grey wouldn't stare at my tits throughout our meeting, as that definitely wasn't what I wanted. I was a serious writer, and to have a man I'd not already decided I was attracted to admire my cleavage, really disgusted me.”
The quest of course has a hiccup in the form of Mr. Grey's “stern looking secretary sitting at the reception desk, looking at me over her glasses, quite obviously jealous at the sight of the impressive breasts I was unconsciously displaying by arching my back, as the male office workers walked by.”
Someone give that poor secretary a candy because if this her usual day, the woman needs some sweetness in her life.
The meeting itself starts strong:
“Mr Grey, I think I should warn you, I'm an independent strong willed woman, no man tells me when to sit.”
“Fair enough.”
“Further more, although I am hot, it doesn't mean I'm not exceptionally intelligent also.”
Grey was taken aback by my boldness, but I could see he was impressed.”
At this point things escalate to what all of you are suspecting, with Ella already planning their entire life together, no less than 10 minutes after meeting the billionaire Mr. Grey.
“No Miss. James... with you, it's different. You're not like the others, you're special. I feel I can really talk to you.”
I felt honored that Mr. Grey saw me as an equal, and wouldn't treat me like the others. His frank honesty showed me that he respected me; and if he was able and willing to sponsor three children he didn't even know, he'd surely be more than happy to keep our future babies well-fed, I thought; and
hopefully we wouldn't even need to have a picture of them starving, as by that time I would have changed his BDSM playboy ways.”
You gotta respect this chick's confidence and brains. This shit needs to be studied extensively.
“Exiting the building, and once again on the streets of Gothom, I had to do a double-take when Morgan Freeman was entering in the revolving door opposite me. Why would Morgan Freeman be going into the Grey Candy Group's office headquarters, I wondered.”
THAT IS YOUR QUESTION? NOT THE FACT THAT YOU GAVE A BLOWJOB TO THE GUY AND SAW A TENTACLE UNDER HIS SUIT INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY ASKING SOME QUESTIONS?
Nevertheless, the intelligent Ella then proceeds to park herself in a nearby coffee shop since "some of the most popular books in the world had been written in coffee shops, like the passably good non-erotica series, 'Harry Potter', and also the number one bestseller, 'The Bible'” so she can lie to herself some more that she's just there to get inspiration for her writing (probably from "the Bible, due to its obvious taboo-erotica leanings in the Old Testament teaser section, people having sex with their relatives and all" ) instead of gaining some experience on her newly acquired billionaire stalking habit.
After several lattes and no Mr. Grey, just “the shadow of a man leap across to the opposite building” with “some appendages attached to him” which of course was probably just a pidgeon, Ella finally gives up and "returned to my dorm, riding the bus with the other non-billionaire types I was so used to having to mingle with.”
Fast forward to the next day and us readers are immediately supplied with one of the most mind blowing dialogues I have ever had to honor to read:
“Oh hey Elle, how did the interview go?...Did he fill you in?”
“Well... ” I began, “I think Mr. Grey wishes to take me on as his new submissive Sarah!” I said excitedly.
“Oh really? So are you going to take a position under him?”
“I really don't think it's appropriate Sarah, I'm not attracted to him at all, but I can't deny it would definitely help my juices flow... creative juices I mean.”
“Did he try any moves on you then?”
“No, he knew right from the get-go that I wasn't the kind of woman that would bend to his will like all the others, just because he has some edgy billionaire BDSM thing going on... I only sucked his cock for research purposes.”
AT this point I wasn't even asking myself questions or trying to triple check the previous page or even wondering if I have early onset Alzheimer's or have SOMEHOW missed an entire conversation. I had already resigned myself to the flow of the story and was willing to swim even deeper.
This was proven fruitful as I immediately after had the opportunity to learn from the highly intelligent business executives and board members of Mr. Grey's company, the business steps necessary in order to "reinvent chocolate":
“Who does own the intellectual rights to chocolate?” Asked Grey, getting to the main point.
“I think that'd be the Mayans Mr. Grey.” Pipped in his secretary taking the minutes.
“I don't know them, they must be one of the families out of New York.
“Erm, OK, I'll try Mr. Grey, but it might be difficult bearing in mind they all disappeared mysteriously some years ago.”
“Well, try anyway Miss. Jones! That is what I pay you for after all.” He commanded.”
They don't teach this kind of stuff in Business school or Harvard, that's for sure.
But the plot twist is on an entire different level. No one, least of all I could have expected the grand reveal. I actually had to put the book down and try to calm myself down, it was so shocking and unexpected. A secret so big, the only other person aware of it was Morgan Freeman himself and now, the intelligent Ella:
“I come from another planet Miss. James, you would probably refer to me as an alien.” Grey went on to tell me that he'd been stranded on Earth years before, and that he'd had to build a life for himself as a human, living among us as one of our own. Everyday hiding, and at the same time building up a billion dollar business empire right under our noses. But his dark secret had made him lonely, and BDSM was the closest thing to normal sexual relations on his own planet.”
But obviously nothing is simple and being in a submissive relationship with a BDSM billionaire tentacled alien while quite daunting at first, also comes with its complex problems and moral dilemmas:
“I wondered if I should discontinue seeing Grey, as I seemed to be in way over my head. Was I pregnant? Had Grey secretly impregnated me with alien D.N.A? I had no idea, I didn't even know how aliens impregnated humans with their tentacles, and made a mental note to 'Wiki it' later. Wikipedia always had all the answers, and saved possibly millions of students the onerous chore of having to actually go to the library and read a book for their research purposes.”
All valid concerns, Ella. Perhaps if you weren't making those strenuous mental exercises and debating the use of tentacles, you wouldn't have taken a wrong turn and ended up in a bad neighborhood facing what you eloquently described as "possibly the most ethnically diverse street gang I had ever seen."
“They surrounded me, and I felt so nervous, I was scared they might ass-rape me, or something much worse, like force me to watch the first two seasons of 'The Big Bang Theory' that had more formula than baby milk powder.”
Priorities once more, people. Priorities.
BUT THEN! When all hope seemed lost and poor, helpless Ella was being besieged by the "the most ethnically diverse street gang" ever - including the polite black dude with a British accent who had a violin lesson later on and the asian dude with the biggest dick of them all who also happened to be bad at math - ONLY THEN she is miraculously saved by a mysterious masked vigilante.
“Spiderman?” I asked, seeing his lips in front of me, but the rest of his face covered in a grey mask.
“No, Miss. James, I am just a normal law abiding citizen.”
I had no idea how he knew my name, and then I noticed he had tentacles.
“Who, who... are you?” I asked, slightly nervous.”
God, give me strength.
At this point no decent love book can be complete without a butler, poor gay Morris, and an impressive colonial mansion housing a tentacle dungeon and “fifty shades of grey bedrooms, all with a slightly different shade” including, but not limited to light grey, cadet grey or even the more rare rocket metallic grey. The BDSM contract Ella is given to sign also includes some interesting clauses, such as “'I strangle you until you're almost dead, for fun'” , which is any girl's dream, I'm sure. Mr. Grey's trust issues are loosely attributed to the probable but expected possibility of having been “mistreated by an over-bearing alien mother”.
The suspense doesn't last long and the contract is promptly signed after a random, not at all important gift consisting of a jeweled tiara and an unlimited Adamantium credit card. The reason for signing the sex slave contract is of course, love. This is proven by their heartfelt confession:
“Elle, I want to get my tentacles inside you right now.”
"Oh Battleship, I thought you'd never ask.”
After they confess their feeling to each other, they familiarize themselves with the tentacle dungeon and then *gasp* get to know each other better...
...
... via words.
Via tentacles also, but words are equally important:
“That's not what I mean Elle, there are things about me you don't know.”
“Like what? You're not going to tell me you're gay are you?”
“No Miss. James, I'm not gay on weekdays at all. It's not that, and I stopped dressing as a woman many years ago, just so you know.”
This foreshadowing about Mr. Grey's dangerous enemies promptly became cruel reality, when our damsel in. distress is kidnapped by a man with “a deeply scarred face" and "a cynical grin" called Mr. Irony.
Her punishment?
“Much worse than I could ever have dreamed of in my worst nightmares."
The torture?
"Over the loudspeaker, Alanis Morissette's song 'Isn't it Ironic' began playing deafeningly more so than usual, and repeated itself again and again.”
Her fate?
Uncertain.
Damn, what an
What a
In this whole story the MVP was no doubt the poor secretary for having to deal with Battleship every day at work. Someone give that woman a raise and a hug.
At some parts i laughed so much i was crying worse than i cried at Titanic, but for all the good reasons. At some point i was afraid i would choke on air and die without the chance of reading any of the books than i am expecting in the next year. I would have returned as a ghost to do so, but no matter.
My overall opinion regarding the book?
Still a better love story than Twilight. Or a better plot than 50 shades of Grey.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
October 1, 2016
Absolutely ridiculous in a good and funny way. Better than the portion of the original that I suffered through.
May 24, 2016
Пародия на "Пятьдесят оттенков", как я понимаю.
Грубоватая, но ничего, весело.
Вот только конец "продолжение следует" - да что это за мания сериалы писать даже из рассказов? И этот, имхо, можно было покороче.
Однако для Зноя не пойдёт. То есть, может, кому и пойдёт, но не мне.
Просмотрела ещё кучку прона такого, который должен вызвать максимальный шум (тройнички, БДСМ, инопланетяне с щупальцами и хвостами), ничего переводибельного не нашла. Надо бы отметить, что смотрела, чтобы по второму кругу потом не ходить, хотя, в общем, вывод и так ясен: мои максимальные способности к эпатажу - нежный слэшик перевести.
Грубоватая, но ничего, весело.
Вот только конец "продолжение следует" - да что это за мания сериалы писать даже из рассказов? И этот, имхо, можно было покороче.
Однако для Зноя не пойдёт. То есть, может, кому и пойдёт, но не мне.
Просмотрела ещё кучку прона такого, который должен вызвать максимальный шум (тройнички, БДСМ, инопланетяне с щупальцами и хвостами), ничего переводибельного не нашла. Надо бы отметить, что смотрела, чтобы по второму кругу потом не ходить, хотя, в общем, вывод и так ясен: мои максимальные способности к эпатажу - нежный слэшик перевести.
September 11, 2013
So many parts that made me giggle...
April 3, 2022
Okey...
Tres preguntas:
1. ¿Cómo escribió esto la autora y pudo volver a ver 50 sombras de Grey sin reírse en la cara de Cristian? (Bueno, dudo que lo lograra porque creo que yo tampoco lo haré de ahora en adelante)
2. ¿Por qué demonios tras leer el nombre y ver la portada no intuí de que trataba el libro para ahorrarme algo como, no sé, un trama?
3. ¿Cómo es posible que siempre me tope con este tipo de libro raros y me terminen gustando?
La verdad me ha hecho reír demasiado y se nota que no se toma en serio nada. Es literalmente comedia pura hecha fanfic. No trata de hacer chistes sutiles, todo el libro (desde su trama y personajes) son la comedia.
Mientras leía este libro comenzaba a sonar una canción que siento que por lo gracioso del video y lo iconica la afiliare a el libro (Sin ánimos de causar ofensa a Village People por compararlos con una historia erótica comedia de un tipo BDSM)
Canción: YMCA
Frase favorita:
"- ¿Entonces quien tiene los derechos intelectuales del cholate?
- Creo que serían los Mayas, Sr. Grey.
- No los conozco, deben ser una de las familias de Nueva York."
Tres preguntas:
1. ¿Cómo escribió esto la autora y pudo volver a ver 50 sombras de Grey sin reírse en la cara de Cristian? (Bueno, dudo que lo lograra porque creo que yo tampoco lo haré de ahora en adelante)
2. ¿Por qué demonios tras leer el nombre y ver la portada no intuí de que trataba el libro para ahorrarme algo como, no sé, un trama?
3. ¿Cómo es posible que siempre me tope con este tipo de libro raros y me terminen gustando?
La verdad me ha hecho reír demasiado y se nota que no se toma en serio nada. Es literalmente comedia pura hecha fanfic. No trata de hacer chistes sutiles, todo el libro (desde su trama y personajes) son la comedia.
Mientras leía este libro comenzaba a sonar una canción que siento que por lo gracioso del video y lo iconica la afiliare a el libro (Sin ánimos de causar ofensa a Village People por compararlos con una historia erótica comedia de un tipo BDSM)
Canción: YMCA
Frase favorita:
"- ¿Entonces quien tiene los derechos intelectuales del cholate?
- Creo que serían los Mayas, Sr. Grey.
- No los conozco, deben ser una de las familias de Nueva York."
November 27, 2014
it was an awsome story
August 9, 2021
Fue toda una sorpresa encontrarme con este relato, de verdad que imaginación de la escritora para acomodar la historia a una de tentáculos.
January 30, 2025
fue lo más absurdo y malo que he leído y aún así estuvo re bueno.
June 5, 2018
Le doy dos estrellas a este libro porque lo primero, solo he leído el principio, y segundo, con leer eso me ha bastado para decir que es ciencia ficción sobre 100. No sé qué historia me esperaba (si similar a cincuenta sombras pero a lo cómico o qué) pero he de decir que eso no jajaja. Cuidado, que no digo que la historia sea mala, sino que ahora mismo no me apetece leer algo así. Pero quién sabe, quizás cuando pase un tiempo retome está historia ;)
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