She closed her eyes and saw crimson, opened her mouth and screamed scarlet, felt the red crash over her and through her and shake her until there was no world anymore, no ballroom, no Lily. From a perverse prince to a vampire-esque Sleeping Beauty, the stars of these reimagined tales are—like the original protagonists—chafing at desire unfulfilled. They entered the club arm in arm. Weren't there any waiters, any other people wandering into the hidden ballroom? That was his name—the shoe man. I loved the setting in this story and thought it added beautifully to the plot. While the hotness maintained, I felt the stories becoming redundant.
She stood by the door of the shop, stepping from foot to foot anxiously while she waited for Hans. From Cinderella to Sisyphus, mermaids to werewolves, this realm of fantasy is limitless and so very satisfying. She no longer knew if she was trying to dance or fuck or swim. She was molten wax, all liquid heat, and Hans was flowing into her like a knife into butter. Every damn surface shone like a mirror.
Dementing fairy tales is a favorite of mine. Portia's lucid and witty style acts like a pornographic palette cleanser. Once upon a time, at College, I came across a theory that was to me novel, audacious, and helped reinforce the idea that what I was going to learn in college was not just going to be more high school, but was a whole new type of learning. Either way they both reached their happy ending. These and many more re-imaginings of classic tales.
It was about all she knew. From a perverse prince to a vampire-esque Sleeping Beauty, the stars of these reimagined tales are—like the original protagonists—chafing at desire unfulfilled. So, why not take a trip down the rabbit hole, and find out where it leads you? She felt a bit dazzled. She knocked over a display and broke an orchid stem, gave the delivery driver a funeral wreath instead of a get-well-soon bouquet and ruined a hundred silk roses by dropping them in water. Saskia Walker's story: I loved the surrealness of this story, but also the seduction of the fae. Lily smelled the perfume on his neck—civet and patchouli, something dense and elusive—as he deftly unbuttoned and pushed her jeans to her knees.
Sadly, I apparently don't have the literary background to actually identify the fables in most of these stories, but that's okay, I had a lot of fun reading them. They lost their edge, I guess. She believes it won't rain if she doesn't bring an umbrella, prefers hot and dry to cold and wet, and loves to spout her favorite motto: You can sleep when you're dead. Penned by such erotica luminaries as Shanna Germain, Rachel Kramer Bussel, N. Tyler has carefully crafted an anthology of a wide variety of stories based on original fairy tale inspiration.
But Lily wasn't looking at herself. I got hung up on the premise of this story that it kind of ruined it for me. He lifted the shoes by the straps and brought them to Lily, dangling them from his hand like a bunch of grapes he didn't want to bruise. Well, I can't end this review without telling you to read Alison Tyler's Rings On My Fingers. When I take you out. Was it some kind of weird acupuncture? Lily's eyes flicked from the shoes to the man and back again. Jacqueline Applebee's's story: Mmm, cross-dressing and gender bending.
Characters that you could meet walking down the street in Los Angeles, or encounter in a sawdust-floor bar in deepest Texas. That work, in the main, however, has been kinky, sexy, hot contemporary erotica. I'd would have bought the collection for this story alone. And then, although she knew it was crazy and although she couldn't afford to get fired from another job and although everything about the man made her feel she had sleepwalked into some surreal stage play, she followed him into the cool, palatial interior. Her feet slid around to get purchase on the floor as he took her and lifted her up with each stroke. And her hips—though they ached, they kept on moving.
Everything he said made her feel as though she were swimming in syrup. Her outfit wasn't Chanel, but it was the best she could do at short notice. Lana Fox's story: Submission and books, how can that not go right? She rolled back and forth and stroked herself, balancing on her tiptoes in the towering shoes. Granted, taken out of the context of the short story, some of the premises would seem to be ludicrous, they are so well told in this collection that you would believe a young woman would fantasize of being spanked by the massive fishtail of a mermaid. Some of my favorites include The Red Shoes Redux by Nikki Magennis for her spunky, sexy heroine, Managers and Mermen by Donna George Storey for making a fantasy about mermaids one of the hottest things I've ever read in my life, Wolff's Tavern by Bella Dean who made me blush whenever I see a tow truck man, and The Clean Shaven Type by N.