Most of us don't mind plotless sex stories at certain times, but I think Ijust reached my fill on another story concept/cliche:
Plotless stories about sex that begin with scenes of "will you/here let me... rub (suntan) lotion on my/your back(?)"
I couldn't continue reading! I just hit "back" and went to the next. Even the tiny optimist part of my brain yelling, "You don't know, what may happen next... Later the not yet mentioned twin sisters might join in and bring three cheerleader friends..."
There was nothing wrong with the writing even... I just couldn't take it any more with the lotion thing. Actually, what I found myself doing was skipping over the text, scanning forward over the scene to the next, and when I realized that was what I was doing I just stopped.
Remeber the old days? Remember how it didn't matter, it was just smut? There was a time when the mere mention of a bare breast could feed fantasies for days...
Is there just too much of it available these days, that we get picky?
Has anyone else experienced these things?
Or maybe that is to ask, What's next to go? Will I soon lose interest in all those stories that open with two dogs and a chimp gang banging a nun?
Plotless stories about sex that begin with scenes of "will you/here let me... rub (suntan) lotion on my/your back(?)"
I couldn't continue reading! I just hit "back" and went to the next. Even the tiny optimist part of my brain yelling, "You don't know, what may happen next... Later the not yet mentioned twin sisters might join in and bring three cheerleader friends..."
There was nothing wrong with the writing even... I just couldn't take it any more with the lotion thing. Actually, what I found myself doing was skipping over the text, scanning forward over the scene to the next, and when I realized that was what I was doing I just stopped.
Remeber the old days? Remember how it didn't matter, it was just smut? There was a time when the mere mention of a bare breast could feed fantasies for days...
Is there just too much of it available these days, that we get picky?
Has anyone else experienced these things?
Or maybe that is to ask, What's next to go? Will I soon lose interest in all those stories that open with two dogs and a chimp gang banging a nun?