Review: Best Women’s Erotica 2012

I haven’t had good experiences with erotica in the past; it has never really given me what I wanted to get out of it and some of it just just plain bad *coughWetcough*.  I thought I would try again with the Best Women’s Erotica 2012 from Babeland.  I figured Violet Blue would only put the most awesome stories in the anthology.

The Run Down:

  • Toy Type:  Erotica
  • Editor:  Violet Blue
  • Publisher:  Cleis Press
  • Pages:  193
  • Size:  8″ x 5.5″ x 0.5″
  • Price:  $15.95
  • Pros:  Normal sized book; Lots of stories; Lots of diversity in fetishes and kinks
  • Cons:  Some of the language is romance novel-esque; Some stories had elements that bothered me (lack of female domination, etc)
  • Overall Rating: 3.75/5
  • Recommended: Yes, if you like erotica

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Review: Wet

I’m taking another break from the sex toys to review some erotica for you guys today.  I haven’t been a huge fan of erotica, but I figure I just haven’t found the type for me yet.  When I saw Wet – Noir Le Chat on’s adult bookstore I was attracted to the cover so I hoped it would the erotica I had been searching for.

The Run Down:

  • Toy Type: Erotica Book
  • Author: Noir Le Chat
  • Publisher: RBAY Publications
  • Pages: 136
  • Size: 8.5″ x 5.5″ x 0.25″
  • Price: $12.00
  • Pros: Attractive cover; Easy to read print; Fairly discreet if sideways on a bookshelf; Standard size book
  • Cons: Very vanilla sex; Stories are all similar; Males lack action typically; Very romance-y with bad metaphors; Drop fake ‘brand’ names
  • Overall Rating: 2/5
  • Recommended: No

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Little Dirty Riding Hood

Today I’m going to do something a little bit different, I’m going to try my hand at writing some erotica for you guys, a scandalous fairy tale.  This is my entry for the Scandalous Fairy Tale Contest over at Scandal in the Choir Loft, so here it goes:

Little Dirty Riding Hood

There once was a young girl, Rebecca, who lived in the suburb.  She’d just turned 19 and was home on her college Winter break.

A week after their Christmas festivities her mom barged into her room “Rebecca, your grandmother is sick.  I want you to take her these groceries.”

“But mooooom, I have things to do!” she squealed.

“Facebook isn’t ‘things to do’, come on, now,” her mom said sternly.

Rebecca sighed and closed her laptop, knowing there was no arguing with her difficult mother.  “Fiiiine.” She pulled on her sneakers and grabbed her car keys.

“And here,” her mom said handing her a red hoodie, “wear the beautiful red sweatshirt she got you for Christmas, I know she’d be happy to see you wear it!”

Rebecca simply glared and took the sweatshirt and pulled it over her head.

“Now be careful, you know how crazy people drive on the mountain.”

“I know Mom, I’ll be fine,” she mumbled and headed out the door, picking up the two bags of groceries on the counter and chucked them into her car.  Starting the car she cranked her radio up and peeled out of the driveway.

Up the mountain road she drove; twisting and turning and flying through the curves.  As she approached a sharp curve, a tire blew and she went spinning.  She slammed on the brakes and finally came to a stop in the ditch unscathed.  Shocked, she sat gripping the wheel tightly with her heart pounding in her throat.

When the shock wore off she pulled herself out of the car and looked it over. “Thank God there’s no damage, Mom would have KILLED me!” she thought to herself.  She stuck her hand in her pocket to grab her phone to call her Mom to come and get her.

“Fuck!!!” she yelled and stamped her feet.  She couldn’t believe this was the one time she went anywhere and forgot her stupid cell phone.

Frustrated she popped the truck and stared at the spare.  “I have no idea what to do with this…” she thought as she picked up the jack and inspected it.  Just as she was about to give up she heard a car approaching behind her.  She dropped the jack and turned to see a beat up truck coming towards her and she ran towards it waving her arms.

The truck pulled off the road behind her and out stepped a very handsome, grizzly-looking man.  Startled she backed up against her car and mumbled quickly “I-have-a-flat-tire-and-no-phone-I-don’t-know-what-to-do” and stared at her feet.

The man chucked slightly and said with a grin “Don’t worry little girl, I don’t bite” making Rebecca blush and stare at her feet harder.  “Hard at least,” he thought to himself.

“Let’s see here,” he said pulling out the jack and positioning it under the car and pumping it up.

Rebecca stood back and stared at the ground, only taking quick glances at the stranger helping her.

The man pulled the busted wheel off and replaced it with the spare and tossed it and the jack back into her trunk and closed it.  “There you go Little Miss.  Are you going to be okay now?”

She nodded and mumbled “Thanks.”

“Alright then, I’ll be off, be careful now,” he said and hopped back in his truck and drove off.

She watched him until he was out of site and then she got back in her car.  “Damn he was hot…” she thought as she started the car and headed back up the mountain, much slower this time.  A few short miles later she pulled into her grandmother’s drive, shocked to see the same beaten up truck parked there as well.

Grabbing the groceries, she walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell.  To her surprise, the man opened the door.

“Well hello again.  Don’t tell me your Sweet Ethel’s granddaughter?  I should have known!” he said welcoming her in.

“W-who are you?” she asked, walking in and putting the groceries on the kitchen counter.

“I’m Richard,” he said extending his hand to shake, “I’m her home health care nurse, just to check in on her while she’s under the weather.”

Rebecca shook his hand; her tiny pale hand was completely engulfed by his dark rough skin.  “Oh, I see” she said.  “He’s so warm and sweet” she thought.  “Is she doing okay?”

“Yeah, she’ll be just fine, she’s sleeping right now though,” he told her.  “My what soft, tiny hands she has,” he thought.

“Oh, well I just needed to bring these groceries for her,” she said as she put the items away.

“You’re welcome to stay for a bit to see if she wakes up so you can visit with her, I don’t mind such pretty company,” he gave her another big grin.

She blushed bright red again and stared hard at a spot on the floor.

“Let’s go out and sit in the living room, she has a buzzer if she needs me when she wakes up,” he said and headed through the door.

“Man, he’s so hot, I really want to just jump his bones, but he’s so much older than me!” she thought following him through the door.

“Your grandmother’s told me quite a lot about you, she’s very proud you know.  Heard you’re going into Biology right?” He situated himself on the couch.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she said taking a seat on the recliner in front of him.  “Oh wow, look as those biceps,” she thought as she noticed the toned bulges through his shirt.  She squirmed slightly, starting to feel tingles run through her stomach and nethers.

“You okay?  You seem uncomfortable,” he said concerned.

“No, I’m okay, it’s just, um, warm in here, yeah,” she said and started to pull her sweatshirt off, giving just a sneak peak of her tight young stomach.

Richard smiled and crossed his legs to hide his growing arousal of this pretty young thing.  “So,” he cleared his throat, “how do you like school so far?”

“It’s good,” she said letting her eyes wander over Richard’s body, “very muscular…”


“Oh, um, I mean, oh wow…” she mumbled at a loss for words.  “Stupid stupid stupid,” she thought to herself, “I’m so stupid!  How could I have said that?” She stood up quickly, “I should go!”

“Wait,” Richard said reaching to grab her small hand as she turned.

“Eep!” she squealed with surprise and tripped, tumbling into his lap.  “Oof!”

“Well,” he said, thinking about the whole situation, “I didn’t want you to go, but this is okay too.” He flashed his biggest grin.

Rebecca stared up at him in shock.  Her brain seemed to turn off and she pounced, kissing Richard deeply.

Shocked, Richard kissed back.  When he came to his senses he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away.  “We shouldn’t do this, your grandmother…”

“You said she’s asleep right?  We’ll be quiet,” she said with an evil grin and pounced again, kissing him harder and moving to straddle his lap.

Richard couldn’t fight his urges any longer and grabbed her small waist and pulled her into him.  Her small hands ran over his chest, pulling his shirt off and over his head before those soft warm lips went to work on his neck.  He growled lightly and found his hands wandering over her small breasts, running his thumbs over her already perky nipples.  She whimpered into his neck, pushing her hips against his.  Richard pushed her back a bit and pulled her shirt off to be greeted by her bare breasts.  He moved in to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, his scruffy face rubbing against her skin.  She ran her hands through his hair, sighing softly.  Moving to the other nipple, he ran his hands down her back softly.

“Oh god,” she said softly, feeling her panties starting to dampen before pulling away and sliding off his lap to her knees.  She tugged lightly on his pants.

Richard stood and happily obliged, unbuttoning and zipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers, causing Rebecca to gasp.  “My what a big cock you have!” she exclaimed, slowly wrapping her tiny hand around it.  She began to stroke him lightly, licking tentatively at the head, making Richard growl again.  He reached down and pulled her hair back and watched her work her small lips over his large cock.  She worked slowly, pushing her small mouth farther and farther over his throbbing cock, only able to take about half into her mouth.

Groaning, he pulled Rebecca up to her feet and pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles.  He pushed her over the arm of the sofa and pressed the head of his cock against her small wet pussy.  “Do you want it?” he growled.

“Yes yes!  But be gentle!” she squealed in anticipation.

He smirked and slowly started to push himself into her tight pussy, making her moan and squirm.  “Oh you’re so tight little girl,” he moaned.  Once he was fully inside her, he ran his hands up her back and back down her sides squeezing her hips.   Slowly he withdrew himself and thrust back in quickly.

Rebecca gasped and grabbed for a pillow to bury her face into to muffle her scream.  Richard grinned and started to thrust into her tight pussy quicker, groaning himself.  She squirmed against him, writhing in pleasure.  Pulling her face out of the pillow she said “Let me ride you.”  He groaned as he slid out of her and sat back on the sofa, panting lightly.  Rebecca stood slowly, her legs a little weak, and straddled his lap, sliding slowly down.  She whimpered lightly and started to ride his big cock.

Going faster and faster, she felt her orgasms building until it exploded through her making her cry out in pleasure.  Richard covered her mouth quickly to keep from waking her grandmother.  She collapsed against his chest panting and whimpering.  He stroked her hair lightly, letting her recover.  “Now it’s my turn,” he growled and pulled her off, putting her on her knees in front of him.  He wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke himself.  “Where do you want me to cum for you?” he asked.

“Here,” she replied opening her mouth and leaning in.

“Good girl,” he groaned and stroked faster.   “Mmm here it comes,” he moaned as he started to cum, covering her face and chest.

Rebecca giggled and licked her lips and looked at her messy chest.  At just that moment the buzzer went off.

“Shit!” Richard said and scrambled for his clothes and got dressed quickly.  “Clean up in the kitchen,” he instructed her.

She nodded and gathered her clothes quietly and went into the kitchen to wash off and dress.  She grabbed a pen and a post it from the fridge and left a note “It was fun” on the counter and she slipped out the door and headed back down the mountain smiling the whole way home.


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