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albatrossonhalfpointe 's review for:
Fanny Hill
by John Cleland
The following gets a little explicit. If you're not cool with that, best skip it.
I can mostly briefly sum this one up by saying that it reminded me quite a bit of Roxana, but a good deal less whiny and much more explicit. Fortunately, despite the explicitness, I didn't find it particularly sexy, or it would have become rather awkward to read it on the bus. I will say that it's super obvious that this was written by a man, for two reasons. (1) Very few women are as obsessed with cocks — and their size — as men are. Seriously, with one exception every one she encountered was of a prodigious size, and somehow bigger than the last, and, naturally, they were all magnificent. And (2) Allowing for some leeway due to the era in which it was written, only a dude would be so apparently committed to the idea that Tab A into Slot B is all that's required for overwhelming ecstasy to ensue. On the other hand, at least he acknowledges that sex actually can be fun for women, so that's something.
Furthermore, allow me to point out two things for the benefit of any virgins who might be reading, and who will be subject to what passes for sexual education in many places. (1) As implied above, if Tab A into Slot B isn't enough to send you off into the heights of whatever, that is not an indication that anything is wrong with you. (2) The loss of your virginity, while it may being some discomfort and a little blood, should not be as physically difficult as presented here, and it should not be so painful and damaging to your insides that you're out of commission for days afterwards. If it is, there is something wrong, and you should get that checked out.
OK, PSA over.
I can mostly briefly sum this one up by saying that it reminded me quite a bit of Roxana, but a good deal less whiny and much more explicit. Fortunately, despite the explicitness, I didn't find it particularly sexy, or it would have become rather awkward to read it on the bus. I will say that it's super obvious that this was written by a man, for two reasons. (1) Very few women are as obsessed with cocks — and their size — as men are. Seriously, with one exception every one she encountered was of a prodigious size, and somehow bigger than the last, and, naturally, they were all magnificent. And (2) Allowing for some leeway due to the era in which it was written, only a dude would be so apparently committed to the idea that Tab A into Slot B is all that's required for overwhelming ecstasy to ensue. On the other hand, at least he acknowledges that sex actually can be fun for women, so that's something.
Furthermore, allow me to point out two things for the benefit of any virgins who might be reading, and who will be subject to what passes for sexual education in many places. (1) As implied above, if Tab A into Slot B isn't enough to send you off into the heights of whatever, that is not an indication that anything is wrong with you. (2) The loss of your virginity, while it may being some discomfort and a little blood, should not be as physically difficult as presented here, and it should not be so painful and damaging to your insides that you're out of commission for days afterwards. If it is, there is something wrong, and you should get that checked out.
OK, PSA over.