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A review by claudiereads
Pent Up by Damon Suede
1.0
i finally came to realize that gfy is not my cup of tea, and reaffirmed that it applies to mr.suede's books as well.
first off, let me say that i completely understand how two hot manly-men getting it on can get people hot and bothered. i can understand the conflict, the denial, et cetera, of a bi-curious man. however, something about the characterizations kept pissing me off.
also, ruben kept pissing me off. andy was too fucking good for that idiot. the not jerking off part was comical, and not in a good way. come on, all that tension is just not healthy. especially, i think, for people with his problems. only getting off when someone sits on his dick? (he claimed that sex was supposed to mean something; cue the stripper joint - he obviously has no trouble blowing his load hands-free in a meaningless environment) man, he's missing out on a lot. idon't get it, he's a manly-caveman, but come on. and the perma-boner was weird.
just as the previous book of mr.suede's i'd attempted to read (and failed to finish - this time i valiantly persevered), it was full of silly synonyms for cock and all things of sexual nature, which i admit was kind of educational - i'm always up for learning new vocabulary - but you'll grant me that snorting and rolling one's eyes is not what one's supposed to do in the middle of reading a sex scene. is it really so hard to call things by their names? i don't even know if these unnecessarily vulgar slurs are better or worse than authors going to the other extreme and being ludicrously childish with 'nether regions.' do men really talk (or think) that way during sex, outside of (bad) porn i mean? not to my knowledge. was it supposed to make the sex itself seem hotter? it did not.
okay, there was some good chemistry, there was sexual tension. i even liked the plot. but. and it was a huge but. the writing killed it. the air of forced eroticism hangs all over this book. excuse me, but i think that good smut does not need any help to be sexy. enough said.
suffice to say, i learned my lesson and will henceforth steer clear of that author.
and the genre.
first off, let me say that i completely understand how two hot manly-men getting it on can get people hot and bothered. i can understand the conflict, the denial, et cetera, of a bi-curious man. however, something about the characterizations kept pissing me off.
also, ruben kept pissing me off. andy was too fucking good for that idiot. the not jerking off part was comical, and not in a good way. come on, all that tension is just not healthy. especially, i think, for people with his problems. only getting off when someone sits on his dick? (he claimed that sex was supposed to mean something; cue the stripper joint - he obviously has no trouble blowing his load hands-free in a meaningless environment) man, he's missing out on a lot. i
just as the previous book of mr.suede's i'd attempted to read (and failed to finish - this time i valiantly persevered), it was full of silly synonyms for cock and all things of sexual nature, which i admit was kind of educational - i'm always up for learning new vocabulary - but you'll grant me that snorting and rolling one's eyes is not what one's supposed to do in the middle of reading a sex scene. is it really so hard to call things by their names? i don't even know if these unnecessarily vulgar slurs are better or worse than authors going to the other extreme and being ludicrously childish with 'nether regions.' do men really talk (or think) that way during sex, outside of (bad) porn i mean? not to my knowledge. was it supposed to make the sex itself seem hotter? it did not.
okay, there was some good chemistry, there was sexual tension. i even liked the plot. but. and it was a huge but. the writing killed it. the air of forced eroticism hangs all over this book. excuse me, but i think that good smut does not need any help to be sexy. enough said.
suffice to say, i learned my lesson and will henceforth steer clear of that author.
and the genre.