Che, I just re-read your Winter's Snow tales, and it made me re-evaluate them. I remember saying something about how they were beautifully written and also v. hot, but that I just preferred the contemporary setting of the Hollywood Nights. I'm starting to change my mind. I think Winter's Snow may be your best stuff. It certainly is a fine piece of writing - as a Brit I can tell you not many people can really capture the style of Victorian erotica, and you've got it down quite uncannily, especially in the dialog (which is usually the hardest part to get right). Better still, you know just how to slip in a few modern words, almost invisibly, in the descriptions of sexual climaxes, words which cannily fuel our excitement. The Victorian & Edwardian originals, while full of action, are a little stereotyped when it comes to descriptive detail.
As a piece of literature, both your stories capture exactly the tone used by wealthy debauchee-narrators in classic British erotica, and whenever the narrator wanders the London streets in lust or longing or regret, the images are perfect. The visit to Anna's parents is particularly good - right on key. The melodramatic sense of self, in the narrator and the gushing heroines, is right on the money.
And as erotica, I now wonder if any of the scenes in your other stories are more exciting than the encounters here. They're superb. (As always, I would love for one of your heroines to develop a predilection for facial cum, as well as for cum on the tongue and in the mouth, throat and belly. You rightly make much of the visual aspect of oral sex, and could linger all the more on a facial relished by both parties.)
The 2 stories are well balanced as they stand, with the narrator having poetic justice meted out to him for straying from Anna. At the same time they leave us wanting more, which may be the right way to leave us... but - there's certainly room for more, and I for one would love to read more. I'd love to catch up with Anna herself, who is only a memory in the 2 stories, even tho' she's the heart of the story. We never see her 'in action', as it were, only in regretful glimpses and references. So.... maybe a 'prequel'... or two? Or sequels? Because what WILL our narrator, left on a ship to nowhere, do next?
Hope you tell us.
With hat doffed to yr skill,
--Ran
As a piece of literature, both your stories capture exactly the tone used by wealthy debauchee-narrators in classic British erotica, and whenever the narrator wanders the London streets in lust or longing or regret, the images are perfect. The visit to Anna's parents is particularly good - right on key. The melodramatic sense of self, in the narrator and the gushing heroines, is right on the money.
And as erotica, I now wonder if any of the scenes in your other stories are more exciting than the encounters here. They're superb. (As always, I would love for one of your heroines to develop a predilection for facial cum, as well as for cum on the tongue and in the mouth, throat and belly. You rightly make much of the visual aspect of oral sex, and could linger all the more on a facial relished by both parties.)
The 2 stories are well balanced as they stand, with the narrator having poetic justice meted out to him for straying from Anna. At the same time they leave us wanting more, which may be the right way to leave us... but - there's certainly room for more, and I for one would love to read more. I'd love to catch up with Anna herself, who is only a memory in the 2 stories, even tho' she's the heart of the story. We never see her 'in action', as it were, only in regretful glimpses and references. So.... maybe a 'prequel'... or two? Or sequels? Because what WILL our narrator, left on a ship to nowhere, do next?
Hope you tell us.
With hat doffed to yr skill,
--Ran
