This erotic tale by REENA JACOBS may be short, but it is most definitely sweet.
Erotic fiction comes in all shaped and sizes, from full-on (what I’ll grade 10, for arguments sake), to the gentle mental stimulant (grade 1) even the most faint-hearted could cope with.
Reena’s short story—where would I place that? Possibly about a 4 … maybe.
She leads off with an actual storyline—because yes, this is achievable in erotic writing; not all stories of this nature revolve around moustachioed men arriving to fix the washing machine—and gives the reader a chance to understand the characters before it gets to the climatic (pardon the pun) point of their tale.
In all fairness, I didn’t like poor Brandon’s wife one bit. I’d imagine most women wouldn’t. Although, I’m sure if we delved into the recesses of our minds, we’d all have to admit to a little man manipulation at some point in our lives, in order to get something we want in the bedroom department. However, I think it may have been her … almost … detachment to Brandon, as though he is there merely to provide her with pleasure of a sexual nature, that threw me away from connecting with her as a character.
Move onto Brandon, and I must say I felt a little sorry for the dude. His wife (obviously the Control Freak of the title) denies him his conjugal needs unless he dances to her tune. Then when his frustration mounts enough for Brandon to take himself in hand (literally), she steps in and even spoils that bit of fun for him. No wonder he’s chomping at the bit when he finally takes control.
But the question there has to be: is he giving in to her, giving her what she wants … or is he standing up for himself and damn well taking what he wants?
I have a feeling the answer may lie more toward the first, but I’d prefer if it was the latter.
Which brings us to ‘the’ scene. Writing from a male POV can be difficult for us ladies. Writing intimate, or sex scenes, from a male POV even harder … because it’s mighty difficult to write about stuff we don’t know or haven’t experienced, especially when it’s stuff we’re expected to have some accuracy to.
On that note? Reena had me convinced.
I was right there alongside Brandon with his thrusting hips, swollen member, and the throb of his blood pulsing through his veins.
Clarity in the scene was good—not for one moment did I find myself having to decipher their position, or the believability of their actions.
For me? It ticked a lot of the boxes.
Like I said at the opening, this is a short story—only 12 pages on my kindle app—but if you’re looking for a quick fix to get your juices flowing whilst your man’s cleaning up in the bathroom, then this has the potential to hit the spot.
Is it perfection, with not an error in sight? Nah! Of course not. But it did not stop me from reading one bit.
Would recommend 🙂
Fancy it? You can buy a copy of CONTROL FREAK: Brandon’s Story at Smashwords via the following link: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/25288