Seriously, I'm so sick of this discussion. I feel that John Preston, famous gay advocate and pornographer, wrote the last words on this tedious debate back in 1993.
"For as long as I have been involved with pornography, there has been a great deal of pressure to disown it. As I gained some status as a writer, critics and friends invited me to classify my erotic stories and novels as "erotica". There is an attempt to somehow separate some sexual works as being aesthetically or politically more acceptable than other works. People would try to say that my sexual writing - or Samuel Steward's or someone else's - was "too good" to be discarded as pornography. I disown that distinction completely. Pornography and erotica are the same thing. The only difference is that erotica is the stuff bought by rich people; pornography is what the rest of us buy."
I have a saucy sequel to Vamping It Up in Mind, but it's still not quite right. Until I get it figured out, I think I'll tease you with some parts of it.
Holly Barros loved Valentine’s Day. The
hearts. The flowers. The emphasis on oral sex. “Sit on my face and tell me that you
love me.” Lincoln S. Jones, her head of security, clasped her thighs and rolled
them over, settling her pussy right on his face. The sturdy table in the
Vilnius University Library in Lithuania creaked underneath them, but held firm, Holly giggled, actually giggled, until
his smart mouth latched onto her clitoris. She gasped and pinched her own
nipples. Linc dug his fingers into her butt cheeks guiding her where he wanted
her to be.
“Delicious,” he moaned around her hood.
The vibrations sizzled her overwhelmed nerve endings.
“Harder.” She pushed down on him,
forcing his mouth deeper into her wet folds.
Like a good former
Marine, he obeyed her order with enthusiasm and determination. His tongue
flicked over her flesh faster than a vibrator. She had no idea how he could
move so fast, but she loved it. Holly rode the crest, nearing her orgasm. He
snaked a hand between them and shoved two fingers into her sheath. She needed
it. She needed so bad she could barely breathe.
Von L, as I started to call him, was a Captain in the regular Army, and
was aide-de-camp to the Army chiefs of staff- Guderian and Krebs. He
describes his experiences in the Bunker from July 23, 1944 to April 29,
But alas, there is only so much time in the world. So instead, I'm going to use In the Bunker... as a primary source on Hitler's behavior and personality in the last days of World War II. Some of my notes:
1. Never underestimate the power of charismatic, motivated, deluded idiot.
2. As much as it sucks, it really does help to listen to people who disagree with you.
3. As nice as it is in your own little world where your soldiers are at
full strength with plenty of food, ammunition, fuel, and not being
killed by your enemy, you might want to maybe, just maybe try playing
4. The regular Army really didn't know about the war atrocities. I
never understood that before, but after hearing how Hitler ran things, I
see how he did it, and why. (Secret meetings with the Nazi party
because he didn't trust or like the regular Army men).
This is why primary source research is the most fun of all.