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Ten nights of dreams

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A swift read and intensely transfixing while trying to decipher Soseki’s dreams.
A Table for Three

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“Little one”, Trevor groaned, “you’re killing me. Mmm. Stop that. ah God”.
They say big things come in small packages. Riley sure lives up to her 5’2” voluptuous figure playing the titillating submissive to Trevor and Cade. The trio swept away in a steamy ordeal of thrilling and intoxicating sexual rhapsody softens the design of hardcore aggressions with dreamy subtleness of tender caress. Chock-a-block with black satin corset, leather-padded cuffs, velvet ropes and plethora of clamping toys, it a explicit read if you yearn for steamy sex and surprising twists.

Fifty Shades of Grey

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These days I must either be unconsciously walking the sanctimonious path to righteousness or in denial with the predicament of my sexual death. The 90s sitcoms mysteriously pop up on my television screen when my eyes count the oiled lashes bestowed on a stripped breasts of a writhing submissive. It never happens when I earnestly comprehend to Brzezinski rambling about how human race is caught between scientifically enhanced eras and he has no clue to sustain his ambivalent optimism. Unlike Joey who climbs through Dawson’s window, Vinnie had no Freudian inhibitions when he enters Doogie’s bedroom. Vincent Delphino was a quirky lad, clueless about Doogie’s diary. Doogie typing his daily conversant generalizations on a computer mesmerized a little girl. She took the diary with a vengeance, scribbling every word that jumped across her slothful mind; each night she wrote; ripping pages out the book dearly, wishing how wonderful it would be to have a computer like Doogie. Several years past by, the girl got a computer, her joy seemed no ends, she could type just like that teen she saw on the television. Then, the horror, the trauma of globalization; a certain E. L. James took to WORD churning out listless passages of bondage....., the girl came to know, she was curious , aghast and crushed. How could someone be so brutal to mock the very existence of wordy sexual reveries? That night as owls listlessly wandered over a cold roof and porous cherry red walls gave way to animalistic noises prevailing in the humidity blurring the moistening senses of pain; she wrote to the music of keypads misplaced in the deafening moans. If sex was so intensely rejoiced regardless the copulating demeanor, wouldn’t it be fair to justify the act elegantly on paper?

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From:- Bogged Down by Sexual Monotony
Subject:- Airy Fingers
To:- E.L. James

Those deep green irises undressed her through racing altitudes, stripping her to a little red number she had shopped during one of her trips to Munich. The nipple baring bra fiercely stretched over her pale skin. What was she thinking of wearing it on a 3-hr plane ride? She could have waited till she got into his apartment? Eagerness was getting the better of her and now she was vulnerable in this stranger’s eyes, feeling exposed. She trembled as his fingers glided over the black slacks, wetness dampened the linen on her thighs and sweat glistened on her lips. How she wanted him to stop, but her mouth gave away a loud assertion. As he inched forward her toes curled kicking her brand new Loubotins in aisle. I must be crazy, she thought. What could this stranger possibly do? Does he know I’m a trainee? Could he be…? Is he..?.....

Could I pen an erotica like you too? I guarantee I can churn out more series than Stallone can film Rocky. I may deter from using elementary vocabulary for such a ravenous sexual act, nevertheless I would not mind spurning a “holy fuck”, or a “holy shit” or even a voluminous repetition of “oh dear God…oh dear God!! Is that really you God or Elvis”?

Write back soon.
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From:- BDSM
Sub:- Is Mr. Grey in fact Edward Cullen in disguise?
To:- E.L. James

Does Christian Grey harbor a blood sucking fetish? Or is really Edward Cullen who gave up stalking teenagers and now indulges in some bondage sex? Could you enlighten me on the whole “twilight fanfiction “euphoria, Master? I’m quite the naïve sub here who needs your teachings in these maddening comparisons? If I may speak Master, I reckon the “twilight notion” is in fact the brightening prospects of how both seem to miraculously excel in irksome literature. Am I going to be punished for this, Master?

Write back soon, Master.
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From:- BDSM
Sub:- Sexually adventurous or a sexual juvenile?
To:- E.L.James

“Holy shit! I’m on Google”…Could I be more excited?” Are you depicting on how Chandler would bang Monica in their lavender hued living room? Hmm....could I be hornier?. Symptomatic peculiarities accompanying hyperventilation, genital excitement, twitching of limbs which can lead to a crossbow maneuver, parched thoracic uneasiness and in extreme cases a heavy bout of cold showers; the vigor of a sexual act that screams orgasm seems to have lost it way among juvenile incoherence of foreplay and verbal foul play But, all is not lost and there is after all a dim flicker at the end of this unexciting tunnel. The classification of the BDSM hits the right nerve. Dominant….Submissive……Switch….? Although it may look sadistic, bondage lifestyle is consensual. Some like to indulge in a caviar cream while others in a furry handcuff tightly cuffed on a St. Andrews as the oiled whip lashes away on bare skin. Clandestine acts are highly respected as it is frown by sexual prudes. If one likes troubled waters rather than smooth sailing, why hang the mutineers? Christian is a high-quality Dom but lack the severity that comes with the title. Ana seems to be a virgin until the end page. “Five more lashes on the bare ass” sounds more desirable than “Hope he removes my panties”..... too soon or too audacious? Are we a bunch of sexual prudes or sexual nincompoops who will fall for any categorized erotica for it mere usage of a BDSM glossary?

Write back soon.
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From:- BDSM
Sub:- Is it farewell?
To:- E.L.James

A goodbye seems a distant thing now. There is more pain coming. Are you pleasured enough to experience it again?

Write back soon.
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Afterword.

The girl measured each word that her fingers danced to. How could she stop now? She yearned for more. This was not sufficient; the voice from the adjoining room became louder with every thump on the treacherous walls. Deeper and deeper as her thoughts pierced the murky air, she knew the woman across the room did not see Elvis but something much more ravishing.


To improvise Henry Miller; What’s a fuck, when I want is a spectacular erotica?
The Dancing Girls of Lahore: Selling Love and Saving Dreams in Pakistan’s Pleasure District

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A beautifully scripted heart wrenching saga on the turbulent life of Maha( a veteran in sex trade) in the illustrious red light area of Heera Mandi /Diamond Market in Lahore, Pakistan.

Heera Mandi once famous for its artistic aura of courtesans known purely for their dancing and singing skills has now been reduced to a commercial sex factory. A similar fate experienced by the courtesans of Lucknow (India) and the Geishas of Japan.

Brown’s protagonist Maha who is at the dusk of her career (prostitution was looked as a profession), fights the dilemmas of her burdensome life encompassing struggles from being the sole breadwinner to being a mother to five children. Her family is yet to find the respect privileged to the so called civil world. In her prime, Maha was sold to a wealthy Arab in Dubai at the age of 12. A few years later she donned the role of a mistress to a wealthy Pakistani man. As years passed by, she was disowned by her wealthy benefactor compelling Maha to live on the charity of an opium addicted businessman. Moreover, her daughter’s incidental attraction to her world worsens her dilemmas.

Maha’s story does not have a happy ending. It is not a fairytale but a reality that overwhelms many lives of young innocent victims of sex-trade. Brown’s characterization of Maha is an eye opener which exposes the dark underbelly of a civilized society. Maha is one the countless blameless outcasts of a situation created by lecherous sexual elements.

Kokoro

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"How can I escape,except through faith,madness or death?"

Kokoro is an epic melodrama of isolation and self-inflicted guilt. A beautiful heartfelt experience from the exploring friendship between a young graduate student and his mentor(Sensei).Soseki brilliantly unveils an intricate web of egoism,guilt,temptations and loneliness through various anecdotes on Sensei's reclusive living. No wonder Soseki succeeded Lafacdio Hearn as a lecturer in English Literature in the Imperial University(1903).
Botchan

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Botchan's story of his life as a middle-school teacher in the Japanese countryside is simple and entertaining.Botchan a complete stranger to compliments and praises in his childhood grows to be a loner with a 'I don't care' attitude.He gets confused or rather angry with the subtle manipulations he experiences later in life. The only emotional attachment he has and loves is that with his childhood maid Kiyo, who never stops from showering motherly love and praises on him.
The writings concentrates on the innocence and lack of insight experienced by a rookie when encountered with seasoned players(in this case teachers).Although the slow paced narration made me lose patience, it was quickly recovered with peals of laughter brought by the humorous incidents played in the school.The politics and manipulative aspects of the school were interesting and agreeable. It is a quick read. The best part about reading a classic is that it makes you understand the foundation of a culture and its attributes.
Birdsong

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Birdsong is one of those few books that haunt you even after you have read the last word. A quote from the first part of the book truly describes its writings. "The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings that normally we keep locked up in the heart". This book does the same. It opens up a plethora of emotions experienced by the reader with every passage in the book.
This book focuses on the life of Stephen Wraysford, a World War I veteran, while channeling into the life of his granddaughter Elizabeth Benson, who tries to know more about her grandfather and his war experiences. Faulks sections the novel into seven parts starting with the introduction of a young Stephen Wraysford and his unfulfilled love with Isabella Azaire and concludes with Elizabeth fulfilling her grandfather’s promise made to a certain comrade. Faulks crystal clear writings run smoothly over pages engrossing the reader to feel the heart wrenching emotions of an incomplete love, the psychological effects that a war had on the soldiers and its aftermath. A certain section that touched my heart was the part of the letter writings between the soldiers on the war front and their kin. Makes you wonder how we easily forget those who fight on the brink of death to keep us safe and alive.
It is a truly brave and passionate read. Stephen Wraysford, Isabella Azaire, Jack Firebrace and Michael Weir simply do not seem to leave my memory. I may just revisit them soon.
50 Battles that Changed the World

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A war fought for either selfish or any altruistic reason, is detrimental to mankind. The perils of any war is not only horrendous but changes the course of history.This book portrays the exact sentiments on how an active battle-front can influence the working of human life. This book periodically categorizes 50 influential battles ever fought from 'The Marathon'(490BC) to the 'Battle of Atlantic'(1935-45AD). William Weir puts forth a highly detailed encyclopedia of conflicts while meticulously extracting every influential technique of the war front.A brilliant and informative read especially for an individual like myself, who is a novice of the war literature.
Kokoro: Hints and Echoes of Japanese Inner Life

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A variety of anecdotes and journal entries printed in 1896 during the Meiji era (1868-1912) connotes Hearn’s strong conviction in spirituality, ethnicity, fine arts and nationality of Japan, a mysterious and exotic land to the Westerners waiting to be explored.
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