Part confessional, part diary, part fantasy fuck ledger, Freedom is Slavery starts off with a bang. Friend gives us a true peek into the life of a male submissive and the BDSM life. The parts that are real, the parts he wishes were real, and the little splashes that are fiction.
The book is gorgeous. Sizable, nicely laid out, with beautiful black and white photos of a fetish model, Ms. Elle. The entries range from humorous and sweet to raunchy and hot. All of them will catch and keep your attention.
Friend is what I call a proper writer. By proper, I mean he follows all those rules they tell you you have to follow. You know, the ones yours truly breaks every four seconds or so. Yeah, those rules. His writing is clean and neat and flows like a clear river on a sunny day. Even when we're talking double dongs, clothes pins, rape play, cross dressing and random blow jobs. During all of that there is a subtle eloquence to the bulk of the passages.
When the author contacted me and offered a copy, I was prepared to not like this book. I'm woman enough to admit it. I don't know why. A knee-jerk reaction on my part. Maybe anticipating not liking it so I would not be let down. I was practicing how to let Louis Friend down easily. When I sat down to read one entry and ten entries later waved a shhhhh! hand at the man when he said "boy, you're really blowing through that book", I knew a rare little treasure had been dropped into my lap. A well written, fully engaging smut book. Erotica, smut, porn. Whatever you want to call it, not once was I bored. Not once was I anything but enchanted.
I found the entries about the author with other men particularly hot. Partly because I'm bent that way, partly because of the honest, no bullshit tone with which they are presented. There are no boxes or labels that can hold the author or his work. Nothing is off limits, gender is not an issue, I dare you to box him up and dissect him. I couldn't. And that blurs the line which eventually becomes the point. The lines are soft, the edges shimmer and it's all about wants and needs and wishes. And in the end, that's the point for all of us. Who are we when we drop our skin? When we peel off the labels and throw out the boxes people push us into.
It was a pleasure to read the book that defies categorization.
And I'll leave you, dear reader, with this. If you're up for a night of vigorous, unadulterated, unabashed self love, grab your lube or your favorite toy and this book. That's all you'll need. Or take turns reading the entries to your significant other. You won't get far before some kind of sex happens. Just make sure to put the book aside and keep it neat. You'll want it for next time.
For more about the book and the author visit Prurient Interests.
XOXO
Sommer
The book is gorgeous. Sizable, nicely laid out, with beautiful black and white photos of a fetish model, Ms. Elle. The entries range from humorous and sweet to raunchy and hot. All of them will catch and keep your attention.
Friend is what I call a proper writer. By proper, I mean he follows all those rules they tell you you have to follow. You know, the ones yours truly breaks every four seconds or so. Yeah, those rules. His writing is clean and neat and flows like a clear river on a sunny day. Even when we're talking double dongs, clothes pins, rape play, cross dressing and random blow jobs. During all of that there is a subtle eloquence to the bulk of the passages.
When the author contacted me and offered a copy, I was prepared to not like this book. I'm woman enough to admit it. I don't know why. A knee-jerk reaction on my part. Maybe anticipating not liking it so I would not be let down. I was practicing how to let Louis Friend down easily. When I sat down to read one entry and ten entries later waved a shhhhh! hand at the man when he said "boy, you're really blowing through that book", I knew a rare little treasure had been dropped into my lap. A well written, fully engaging smut book. Erotica, smut, porn. Whatever you want to call it, not once was I bored. Not once was I anything but enchanted.
I found the entries about the author with other men particularly hot. Partly because I'm bent that way, partly because of the honest, no bullshit tone with which they are presented. There are no boxes or labels that can hold the author or his work. Nothing is off limits, gender is not an issue, I dare you to box him up and dissect him. I couldn't. And that blurs the line which eventually becomes the point. The lines are soft, the edges shimmer and it's all about wants and needs and wishes. And in the end, that's the point for all of us. Who are we when we drop our skin? When we peel off the labels and throw out the boxes people push us into.
It was a pleasure to read the book that defies categorization.
And I'll leave you, dear reader, with this. If you're up for a night of vigorous, unadulterated, unabashed self love, grab your lube or your favorite toy and this book. That's all you'll need. Or take turns reading the entries to your significant other. You won't get far before some kind of sex happens. Just make sure to put the book aside and keep it neat. You'll want it for next time.
For more about the book and the author visit Prurient Interests.
XOXO
Sommer
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3 comments:
Wow, I am truly honored! Thank you for the great write-up. Means a lot coming from someone whose work I admire!
My pleasure. Thanks for letting me read it. ;)
xoxo
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An excellent review on an excellent book! I love my copy!!
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