Have you ever watched the Ken Burns jazz documentary? In it, Wynton Marsalis talks about how some musicians have “the light.” When they play you play. It’s like the art is ensconced in fun and joy. That, according to him, is the secret quality of success. I don’t want to write great literature with erotica. I just want to bump into the light every once in a while. When I read two books by Connie Cliff I felt like she had the light shining through the shades into a dark room. Maybe that’s why I like them so completely. See my two dicks up review here
What can an erotica author learn from 1920s jazz?
Everything. This is one of the great American art forms. It captures the soul of America. Listen to the clip below and hear how Louis Armstrong just keeps riffing on the same themes but slightly changing them. He’s enjoying himself. Thus, I’m enjoying myself listening. The great stories that I’ve read this month all do that. Bella Swann, Michael Dalton, Christina Harding, Connie Cliff, Emme Hor all have a little fun with you while they are writing. That means you will have a little fun. I know there are way more authors that share this joy through their writing, but I’m just noting the few I read in the last couple of weeks.
Check out “the light” coming out of Louis’ trumpet.
Tristan’s Secret Life (Billionaire Taboo Erotica) by Connie Cliff is a very well thought out plot that links Tristan’s home life through a delicious crush on his step-sister that leads him into the world of attack fantasy. The writing is very clear in each section. The book jumps around in time to weave Tristan’s past into his present expertly. I can see why this is ranked as a best-seller in Amazon’s Lesbian Erotica. There are three very hot sex scenes, all with some taboos surrounding them. One sex scene is a girl on girl scene that seems to be an ultra-popular topic with many readers.
Personally, I would have liked the sex scenes and the dialogue to be a little rougher, but if you’re reading on my site then you already know that that’s my fetish. I want guys calling girls whores and stuffing their throats with cock but that kind of erotic porn isn’t for everyone. I would imagine most readers will find the writing in Tristan’s Secret Life professional and the level of kink to be just about perfect. I give this 4.5 stars (losing the .5 due to lack of roughness, especially in the rape fantasy, and due to a mediocre cover, which I think under-performs the story). I’m including another Connie Cliff cover that I find scrumptious (there’s nothing like a big, juicy booty!)
The story is really solid, filled with sensory detail that will get your motor running. Connie can really write. She excels in telling back-story that enriches the characterizations so that there is a real heat between the characters. When we get to the juicy parts I’m all ready to climax. I recommend this to all erotica readers, regardless of your kink.
A short email interview with Connie:
Since reviewing this book I’ve come to correspond with Connie a little bit by email and thought you might like to know a little more about her
Connie Cliff: I have a professional type job during the day and need to keep much of my behind the scenes persona incognito. That said, i can probably share my story, in random tidbits, if you don’t mind. I learned how to read when I was two, according to my mother. Since then, the love of reading was firmly established, and on average I read 50-80 books a month. All genres. Faves are thrillers and sci-fi. Erotica when my partner is away. It serves a certain purpose :-).
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I will be reviewing erotica periodically on this site with no timetable, schedule or organization of any sort that I’m aware of except the internal glue that is that I like to read and often have thoughts on what I read and have this site and may as well share my thoughts. Please contact me if you’d like me to review your work. I have reviewed books on my blog but my first book review on this website is for Christina Harding’s Underneath the Gargoyles, which I gave to dicks up.
MJ’s Patent Pending Rating System:
- Two Dicks Up
- One Dick Up
- No Dick Up No Flaccid Dick, either
- One Flaccid Dick
- Two Flaccid Dick
- And shriveled balls, to boot
This is my sophomoric erotica rating system (which may be borrowed or stolen as you please — a backlink would be nice, though). I’ll be applying this when I remember, which probably won’t be too often. Hope you like.
Jynx is a little sexpot. She is curvy—with big tits like bulbous eggplants held by sports bras and a juicy ass that smacks you back when smacked because it’s so tight—and a crazy conniving bitch using cunt as a weapon and cum as a salve. Her arch enemy is Jenny. Her greatest love story is Moctezuma Johnson.
Read the Chronicles of a Humiliation Series to learn more about her.
Read an excerpt from the Hotel Party (part 1 of the series)
Read a poem about Jenny
This is a review/commentary with partial spoilers (but if you’re like me you don’t read Erotica only for the plot, so who cares?)
Wow! It’s like this story was lurking on the roof the whole time but I never noticed. I mean, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked up at gargoyles up there on a building and not paid them much mind. Well, turns out these gargoyles are attention whores and if a hot face fucking catholic schoolgirl fucks her boyfriend in front of them, they’ll be damned if they don’t get a piece of ass for themselves. This is the basic premise of Underneath the Gargoyles, the seminal work of the deep, wet mind of Christina Harding (find her on twitter @TinaErotica where she is an avid re-tweeter and follower-back).
Great book for fans of Catholic Girls, Priests, Gargoyles, and Supernatural Sex
If you like Catholic School Girls getting stuffed with big hard marble and want to know how to make a gargoyle purr then you need to read this exquisitely naughty and creative novelette. There is a bit of masturbation, some vanilla boyfriend/girlfriend sex, some young girl/older man sex, and then the fantastic supernatural creature sex. If you like any of these themes, then you’re in for a treat. Christina writes each scene well and the short novel builds toward its grand climax. Without ruining the ending for you, it seems that to make a gargoyle purr like a little kitty you need to lick balls, stretch around its marble cock, and take its cum-hosing.
A pretty choir girl named Trisha is out to find herself some sexual trouble from the get go. She’s rubbing herself in a church pew, then taking her boyfriend outside, then being baptized by the priest (but not with holy water), and then the piece de resistance: the gargoyles, I’m not going to spoil this part for you. I thought this was the climax. The novelette gets really hot, sticky, and sweaty while crawling around in the cobwebs of your mind. It’s got a sensual foundation that is really essential to make the gargoyle scene work. While reading I could feel the warmth of a gargoyle tongue and the hardness of its mammoth marble cock. Don’t let me tell you, have a look for yourself.