50 SHADES OF GREY Thinking: Are the Alarmists Missing the Important Layers of This Fiction?
Love is not separate from lust in a marriageable relationship.
Is the myth of virgin taming the wild thing lost on us today?
What is an inappropriate sexual first time? And all the blood and pain of a "traditional" wedding night is bull, and unnecessary except to those who think blood and pain prove virginity, not impatience and lack of foreplay.
Trust, whips, bindings. Do you trust your lover / spouse / significant other / partner?
What is the emotional and physical cost of redemption -- with your help -- for someone you love?
We're all piggybacking on the interest of this "controversy" but is the alarmists for domestic violence going too far in apparently proposing the attitude that properly agreed upon bondage, dominance, submission, and sado-masochistic behaviors LEAD to true violence and domination in physically intimate relationships without a woman's inability to stand for herself and say no.
That's not what I've learned from the news about bad and violent marriage, date rape, and war crimes. The nonplay crimes.
The limits change and can be misunderstood, that is a the end of the first book; Anastasia's misunderstanding what her limits are, and Christian's misunderstanding of his own motives (properly diagnosed, but he rejects that truth and internalizes the incorrect negative).
Are you certain she's not a sneaky dominant, rewriting or discarding his long held rules? And he the actual submissive submitting to her changes?
And never underestimate the charming fiction that we can influence and change someone with love; it can happen, but is not something you can count on or depend. But romantic female fiction is being loving and effective in that love; romantic male fiction is being hero and leader (soldier, warrior, cowboy, pirate, special ops).
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Monday, May 27, 2013
Neale Sourna's LIBIDINOUS 1: Tenure_MFM [erotic short story excerpt; on sale soon!!]
 publishing soon_May 2013 |
04.1_Tenure_MFM
READ
excerpt
A
bisexual, tenured, male college professor, bored at a Freshmen mixer,
discovers two young freshmen boldly having sex openly — a gorgeous, brown-skinned
classic Greek godling and a beautiful, gold-skinned mixed race coed
female. Prof’s enormous “Clydesdale - Shire” of a horse cock and his superior use of it makes the two pursue him and invite him for some very intimate, private fun during a dorm kegger night. Prof may have tenure — basically a protected and permanent job — but, he might still just lose his job and career over these two. But, do you think they’ll be worth it? Oh, yeah, Professor knows they will. _over 11,483 words approx. Bonus
_over4769+ words approx.
Total
words: over 16,641+
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college;
university; school; coed; fellatio; cunnilingus; Lolita; teen; sex;
exhibitionist; voyeur; anal sex; gay; swing; football; dorm; fainting
couch; fingerfuck; masturbation; breast fuck; condom; rubber; safe;
throatfuck; top; switch; bottom; bisexual; interracial; dominant;
urine sex; piss sex; urine; piss; raw
sex; middle aged; middle-aged
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CONTENTS
The Freshmen/Faculty MixerLiz on Her Knees The Pretty Fuckers Cunnilingus & Masturbation Fucking a Coed & a Broken Condom Professor’s Office A Freshman Boy’s Kiss and Grope A Freshman Girl Coed Visits A Victorian Fainting Couch A Bareback Freshman? A Professor Unprepared for Class The Dorm Kegger Watching a Freshman Fuck a Tight End A Professor and Two Freshmen A Freshman Sucks & a Coed Fingerfucked Prof Recoups and Watches Prof’s First Cock Taste Fingerfucking a Boy’s Virgin Asshole Assfucking a Boy’s Virgin Asshole Assfucking Him on a Borrowed Bed Rough Use & a Prof’s Ass Invaded BONUS |
[more before (unfinished edit)]
Recognized her. Seen her crossing the quad. At the student union. A Freshman of superbly blended, indeterminate ethnicity. The kind people notice. The kind upperclassmen trip over one another to have. The kind male and female professors lose their jobs over and those other Students get pitched out on their ear for.
I’d
learned the precocious and clever seventeen year
old’s name, one
afternoon, when someone’d
called after her.
Liz on
Her Knees
[more]
I took
another swig of my scotch and rocks, watching young Liz’s fascinating
jugs
sway and jiggle, the flesh of her incredible ass softly rippling, while
she was
also actively wiggling said ass, and eagerly banging back against the a
big
balled young godling, who leaned into Liz and furiously walloped in
return,
nads spanking clit.
She
was
enjoying it.
My own
pleasure was watching her getting banged by a big balled godling,
whose face
was now thrown back at an angle that still hid it.
Pretty
fuckers fucking hard.
Shifting
around, to take the pressure off my own distending nads proved helpful.
Then
both my naughtily pretty darlings blew, hard. His crotch arched
strongly into
hers, his fuzzy young balls shaking severely, his gloriously strong ass
cheeks
dimpling, as he grunted in satisfaction, while Liz had her head down,
her
entire body quaking, over and over, as she moan, gasped, and made
little
“ooh-ooh” sounds.
I
again
shifted on my perch, as she wiggled her pretty backside and got a yelp
out of
him, as he quavered and spurted the last of his cum into Liz’s sweet,
receptive
cunt.
I could see myself doing that, hell,
I could
feel it, already; I’d love to do that.
Liz’s
lover leaned over her, chuckling, his well-muscled arm slipping around
her
slender waist, his face still hidden, as he murmured into her ear.
Oddly,
watching Liz stretch and rub her naked body against her naked lover
like a
bronze cat, for some reason, almost made me lose my wad in my shorts.
Then,
her lover kissed her neck, shoulder, and slapped her hard on her
magnificent
golden tan ass, which jiggled a little and colored a handful from his
playful
cruelty.
The
Pretty Fuckers
Oh, I
was right about his face. He looked directly at me, then slid out of
Liz’s
juicy cunt and stood, completely naked before me, prior to giving the
girl a
hand up.
The
godling proved to be a colorful Michelangelo’s David, the glorious
statue of
the young pre-king shepherd that more people have whacked off to than
any of us
want to acknowledge.
These
bad and bold children completely ignored me, as they dressed. Liz asked
him if
he had “a tissue, or something.” He didn’t.
I
snapped my fingers. It’s a trick I stumbled across with my own kids,
since the
loud snap always got their attention, and then annoyance, once they
realized I
snapped for the dog, as well.
These
two deigned to finally look my way, finding me amusing; Liz also found
the gaze
I gave her a challenge, and imperiously headed my way. Damn. A
breathtakingly
beautiful woman-child, and still mostly naked; the only thing she’d put
on was
a translucent demi tee
top.
Young
David laughed at me.
Okay.
My
mouth had fallen a bit open. I’m in awe of true, stunning beauty. Who
isn’t?
But,
this was my break; I don’t blow chances as special as this.
Liz,
smelling like sex, something like horny, fresh-fucked, dripping cunt,
came
close enough for me to touch her.
So, my
delighted fingertips touched vibrant young skin, starting at the inside
of her
firm, coursed up her smooth calf, to catch their combined juicy cum, as
it slowly
coursed down her inner leg. My thick fingers followed up coursing along
its
path back up the inside of her knee, and sensitive, ticklish inner
thigh, back
to the cum and juice’s hot, slick source.
The
pretty little cunt let me touch that, too; hot, still swollen and juicy
as all
hell. I took my sweet time touching heating . . . everything. I have
large,
strong, “gentle” fingers, “creative fingers”; been told that more than
once.
You
make
beauty when you don’t have it.
Young
Liz wasn’t complaining, while gazing down on me, as I coaxed her
closer, with
my articulate thumb on her engorged clit and three of my thick fingers
exploring her most girly orifice. I could smell and feel the heat of
her
well-buffed muff near my face.
But,
she’d just had her pretty pretty
blasted thoroughly
by perfect Young David over there; so, I had to make my point
unequivocally
clear.
Kids
don’t listen, otherwise. You have to show them your
authority and
respect. Then, they’ll listen.
I
removed my fingers, smelled, then licked and sucked the salty and tart
flavors
of them both off my digits.
And,
if
you think or feel that that sounds all “Ew!!” as my daughter and her
little
friends might say; close this and go on about your own damn business,
not
mine.
I know, I shouldn’t’ve
been touching so
much, without “protection.”
Meanwhile,
our young David was already forgetting I existed.
However,
I had delicious Liz’s full attention; so, she leisurely turned her back
to me,
opened her legs to a wide enough stance, then slowly hung fully over,
until she
could see me again. It takes balance, a sense of impeccable direction,
and
flexibility to hang from the waist, in heels, with those breasts,
totally
perpendicular, presenting all of those sexual courses of delight.
Liz
is
obviously a Dance Major or Minor. Joy,
joy, joy.
[more]
I saw
David past Liz’s ass, fully dressed but watching us, long-stroking his
perfect
peter. Flawless. A Triple Crown
Thoroughbred horse cock.
However,
his eyes widened, when mine tumbled heavily out into my large mitt, in
its
eagerness and enlarged to its massive thickness and length, like a Macy
float,
that caught his full attention. Clydesdale, “in the
house,” as my
Students might say, since they see Clydies
in beer
commercials.
Personally,
though, I’m a Shire; the largest heavy horse breed, for the biggest
jobs. Not a
cute, little Hobbit shire, not at all.
I have
in fact been told, even by men—supposedly straight—in
sports showers,
that my long, beefy cock is my “beauty mark.” Wonderful, the one part
of me not
exactly available for daily, perpetual display, except at the beach or
a pool,
where I do very well for dates.
David’s
eyes were still wide with lust—Yes, I know what lust for my
cock looks like
in another man’s eyes.
But,
more importantly, his expression gave me hope and one particular
thought which
zoomed into then bounced around my brain, like a crazed sparrow in a
box; a
very distracting thought.
Of
having them both . . . ?
[more]
He
looked at me, with his stunningly odd eyes, before leaning close, his
hot breath
softly on my neck and ear, and whispered an invitation of: when, where,
what.
Then,
he
mentioned something very interesting about Liz, who preternaturally
looked
back; knowing she was being mentioned.
David
scrutinized my face, which is something most people don’t like to do,
or can do
without making a face of their own. Some say it’s the composition of
my face,
that it’s off; or it’s the frightening intensity my expressions can
take. A few
have said, it’s because
I’m “pure evil.”
One
was
my ex.
Whatever, as
the
kids say; especially, when . . .
. . .
when his lips softly
brushed mine.
A
Freshman Boy’s Kiss and Grope
“Then,
he kissed me”—just like the 1960s song—hard, full
on.
My
brain
was a bit surprised. I didn’t find it offensive or slap him upside the
head.
Finding
me compliant—no one’s ever said that about me—he
pushed his tongue
against my lips; I let him in. He was active and firm, I found myself
returning
the favor, holding the back of his curly haired head to ensure he
didn’t stop
too soon.
Simultaneously,
I found his swelling crotch . . .
[more]
Watching
a Freshman Fuck a Tight
End
While,
Ty and his beefy, muscular friend wore absolutly
nothing; well, except the jock wore athletic socks and an off kilter
jockstrap. I was
still treated to the sight of gorgeous, naked young men in a hotly
aroused
embrace, wrestling with their combined ardor.
What
was
not to like.
I
quirked a smile, just for myself; I now had confirmation. I’d known I
was
correct two semesters back. And now the evidence was right before my
greedy
eyes.
Our
heavily recruited, expensive, upperclassman tight end was grabbing his
pale
ankles, so to speak, as Ty was completely abusing the man’s reddened
shithole,
in front of Mr. Varsity’s mom’s smiling picture.
He had
her blue Saxony German eyes and his enormous late father’s blond Viking
impressiveness, as I recalled from last year’s parents’ weekend.
Wonder
if she truly knows? Or approves?
I
imagined the portrait’s face making an “Oh, my god!” face, then
averting its
eyes.
[more]
Liz
was
already getting me hot, that, and the full, close-up view of Ty’s
masculine
perfect lines, eight pack (something I’ve never had),
and his fine,
perfect thoroughbred cock, as I restood,
while he and
Liz eagerly peeled off my clothes.
I’m
fairly fit, not a poster boy wet
dream like this kid,
Ty; but, I’m solid and strong enough to take and hold onto what I want.
My size
keeps students, who didn’t like the grades I’ve given, in their place,
even the
footballers.
Both
kids touched my swelling hardness. The joyous upside of being so huge
is that
there’s enough for all; downside: some cunts, mouths, and anuses are
just too
small or to intimidated to correctly accommodate me.
That
wasn’t my problem tonight.
There
was a slapping of hands and snarling, sort of.
The
children were squabbled, for a moment. I really thought they were going
to
fight for it (my cock) and come to blows; but, Ty’s the top of their
relationship and Liz would have to wait her turn.
Explains
why Liz cut herself in for a long, hard fuck the night before. She was
probably
still sore deep inside, and yet still begging for more.
At
first, I was going to remain standing, but then realized that sitting
I’d
comfortably be the center of both my new Students’ industrious
attentions.
Hmm.
[more]
Lips
still sealed wide around hot and hard meat, Ty exchanged a long,
knowing glance
with Liz, who simply said:
“Told
yah.”
Ty
closed his eyes and hard-sucked from my meat pipe, to the tasty last,
savoring
my abundant cum with palate and tongue, before swallowing every drop
I’d give
him—always a great sight.
[more]
Repenetrating him,
a
little at a time, he’d push back for more and I filled him, stretching
his anus
wide.
“Good
boy, my good lad. That’s it. Take it.”
“Mm,”
he
felt good, sheathing my mushroom fat cockhead . . . .
Oh,
yes. He
pushed back and I pushed in. A
very good boy.
Young
Ty
was pleasing me with enthusiastic anal grasping and sucking on my
chunky thick
Shire, as I shoved it in him, inch by intrusive greedy, fat inch.
“Ah.
Yes. More, Professor, more.
Please,” was all he’d
murmur over the din outside, except, “Don’t stop.”
As this gorgeous godling gave in to
me, yielded his virgin insides
to my wide and rude intrusion.
“Yeah. Don’t
stop, Professor. Fuck his ass good,” Liz chimed in.
Not
grammatically correct but that happens when arousal sets in.
[more]
BONUS
[more before]
Studying
with Professor
[more]
We
eventually settled in cushy chairs, in my study, which seemed a nice
middle
ground between my official and formal office and the more personal
rooms of my
home.
“You
ever play ball, Professor?”
“Yeah. Way
back in the day. Football, soccer,
rugby, wrestling. Anything
rugged and full contact.” He clearly liked that, as
he nodded.
“Yeah. Me, too.”
We
exchanged more questions and discussed “smart stuff” and stories relevent and more kid friendly
than most classes tend to
be. I told TE he didn’t have to sit and could walk about, as we worked;
so,
he’d been strolling about the room but now stopped tossing the toy foam
football he had.
He was
staring at me, well, at my crotch.
I put
my
notes aside and was silent; eventually, he noticed the silence.
“Um, I
didn’t get that one.”
“I
didn’t ask a question. Is there something you want to ask me?”
“Um,
yeah. Can
I?”
“Shoot.”
He
sat,
glanced at my face then stared back at my crotch.
I know
how to handle my silent, strong types; but, I . . . we were on the
school
grounds, even if it was the start of a long weekend, and my usual
playmates
were off to play sweet child with their moms and dads.
“What’s
your question, TE?”
“Is it
true, sir? They, um, Ty and . . . . That you’re hung like a fucking
Clydesdale
and—.”
“More
like a Shire.” He frowned; Shire’s don’t do sentimental or amusing
beer
commercials online. So, I explained. “Bigger. Well, biggest. If
you’re talking all over horse meat.”
His
mouth made a silent, Wow!
[more]
I
undid
my belt and top pants button, then
made a gesture that
implied he could have at it, if he wished, and see or touch whatever
he—.
The
greedy fucker scratched my belly as he quickly undid my pants and
reached in,
his big hand finding . . . .
He
said
exactly what I thought he was feeling.
“Christmas.”
He
pulled out all the length and thickness anyone could possibly want. And
I could
see it clear in his eyes; it was more than he’d imagined and . . . he
wanted
it. Now.
Sucking
Professor’s Cock
I
caressed his bristly cheek, coaxing his head down and the whore, who
wasn’t
“gay,” “bisexual,” or “down low” rapped his masculine, greedy lips
around the
biggest thing he’d ever had in his mouth.
Unless,
of course, he had actually sucked a Shire’s cock.
“Mmmm,” he moaned.
“You
like that, TE?”
He
nodded happily, mouth filled wide with hardening, lengthening, hot
meat. I’d
known we’d end up here, the moment Bliss Tanner had said what “young
man” had
needed me. “Win him over, teach him,” and remold the boy.
I’d
already known more about him than she had, that he loved it hard and
thick and
maybe even a tad humiliating.
Pardon
the sexist expression; but, he was a girl about it.
[more]
Professor
Fucks a Tight End
I told
him to stand in the hallway, it was a deadzone
as far
as any windows were concerned, and I like how all the sounds of sex
reverberate. Moments later, I was back, naked, with two towels on my
shoulder.
He
liked
that; his gazed eating me and heating me up, as I squirted lube into
his hands
and let him cover my cock.
I
touched his warm raspberry red lips, to see if he were receptive; he
sucked on
my finger and gnawed the tip a bit.
All
right.
That’s a “yes.”
I
kissed
him. Tongues met, while beefy hands massaged and pulled cocks like
taffy; his
on mine, mine on his. He had enough cock, enough to do the job for male
or
female; but, what he really wanted, I’d seen in him before and gave to
him,
now, as I suddenly seized him and forced him around; his eyes wide and
expectant.
“Ah.”
When he gasped, that’s when I noticed he’d been holding his breath. I
get that
a lot, really, I do.
What
delectable buttocks; strongly developed, muscles dimpling. Yes, I’d
seen them
before, as he’d been giving himself to the younger Ty. They were mine now. I fingered his hole and
watched it twitch and
tighten. Ah, not such a whore as yet, gaping wide open at every touch.
That
made me think of
someone else, as I parted him in half and filled his
cock warmer with lube, reached around and handled some onto his cock,
then had
him wipe his hands on a towel.
“Palms
on the wall.
Assume the position.”
He
dropped the towel and like a good felon, he now looked ready for a cop
to pat
him down; instead, his professor nosed at his shit hole with a cockhead
the
size of a fist.
I
parked
there for a while, as I wiped my hands on my own towel. The boy was
breathing
hard and I felt his anus opening, trying to grasp me. It felt like
little
kisses.
He was
aggressive as hell on the field but with a cock at the entrance to his
ass. . .
.
I
seized
him by the hips . . . .
[more]
End of Excerpt
Friday, February 15, 2013
Where did Fifty Shades of Grey come from, from The Story of O...
Where did Fifty Shades of Grey come from, from The Story of O
Story of O (French: Histoire d'O, IPA: [istwaʁ do]) is an erotic novel published in 1954 about love, dominance and submission by French author Anne Desclos under the pen name Pauline Réage.
Desclos did not reveal herself as the author for forty years after the initial publication. Desclos claims she wrote the novel as a series of love letters to her lover Jean Paulhan,[1] who had admired the work of the Marquis de Sade.
Published in French by Jean-Jacques Pauvert, Story of O is a tale of female submission about a beautiful Parisian fashion photographer, O, who is blindfolded, chained, whipped, branded, pierced, made to wear a mask, and taught to be constantly available for oral, vaginal, and anal intercourse.
Despite her harsh treatment, O grants permission beforehand for everything that occurs, and her permission is consistently sought.
At the beginning of the story, O's lover, René, brings her to the château of Roissy, where she is trained to serve the men of an elite group. After this first period of training is finished, as a demonstration of their bond and his generosity, René hands O to Sir Stephen, a more dominant master.
René wants O to learn to serve someone whom she does not love, and someone who does not love her. Over the course of this training, O falls in love with Sir Stephen and believes him to be in love with her as well.
While her vain friend and lover, Jacqueline, is repulsed by O's chains and scars, O herself is proud of her condition as a willing slave. During the summer, Sir Stephen decides to move O to Samois, an old mansion solely inhabited by women for advanced training and body modifications related to submission.
There she agrees to receive a branding and a labia piercing with rings marked with Sir Stephen's initials and insignia. At the climax, O appears as a slave, nude but for an owl-like mask, before a large party of guests who treat her solely as an object.
In February 1955, Story of O won the French literature prize Prix des Deux Magots, although this did not prevent the French authorities from bringing obscenity charges against the publisher. The charges were rejected by the courts, but a publicity ban was imposed for a number of years.
The first English edition was published by Olympia Press in 1965. Eliot Fremont-Smith (of The New York Times) called its publishing "a significant event".
A sequel, Retour à Roissy (Return to Roissy, but often translated as Return to the Chateau, Continuing the Story of O), was published in 1969 in French, again with Jean-Jacques Pauvert, éditeur. It was published again in English by Grove Press, Inc., in 1971. It is not known whether this work is by the same author as the original.
Emmanuelle Arsan claimed the Story of O inspired her to write her own erotic novel Emmanuelle.[2]
A critical view of the novel is that it is about the ultimate objectification of a woman. The heroine of the novel has the shortest possible name, consisting solely of the letter O. Although this is in fact a shortening of the name Odile, it could also stand for "object" or "orifice", an O being a symbolic representation of any "hole". The novel was strongly criticised by many feminists, who felt it glorified the abuse of women.[3][4][5]
The book has been the source of various terms that are used in the BDSM subculture such as Samois, the name of the estate belonging to the character Anne-Marie, who brands O.
When the film of The Story Of O was released, L'Express magazine ran a feature on the novel and film. This resulted in L'Express being picketed by feminists from the group Mouvement de libération des femmes, who found the novel and film objectionable.[2] Journalist François Chalais also criticized Story of O, claiming the novel glorified violence; he described the novel as "bringing the Gestapo into the boudoir".[2]
The author used a pen name, then later revealed herself under another pen name, before finally, prior to her death, revealing her true identity. Her lover Jean Paulhan wrote the preface as if the author were unknown to him.
According to an article by Geraldine Bedell,[1] published in The Observer on Sunday 24 July 2004, "Pauline Réage, the author, was a pseudonym, and many people thought that the book could only have been written by a man. The writer's true identity was not revealed until 10 years ago, when, in an interview with John de St Jorre, a British journalist and some-time foreign correspondent of The Observer, an impeccably dressed 86-year-old intellectual called Dominique Aury acknowledged that the fantasies of castles, masks and debauchery were hers."
According to several other sources, however, Dominique Aury was itself a pseudonym of Anne Cécile Desclos, born 23 September 1907 in Rochefort-sur-Mer, France, and deceased 26 April 1998 (at age 90) in Paris, France.
The Grove Press edition (US, 1965) was translated by publisher Richard Seaver (who had lived in France for many years) under the pseudonym Sabine d'Estree.[6]
Jean Paulhan, who was the author's lover and the person to whom she wrote Story of O in the form of love letters, wrote the preface, "Happiness in Slavery". Paulhan admired the Marquis de Sade's writing and told Desclos that a woman could not write in a similar fashion. Desclos interpreted this as a challenge and wrote the book. Paulhan was so impressed that he sent it to a publisher.
Interestingly, in the preface, Paulhan goes out of his way to appear as if he does not know who wrote the book. In one part he says, "But from the beginning to end, the story of O is managed rather like some brilliant feat. It reminds you more of a speech than of a mere effusion; of a letter rather than a secret diary. But to whom is the letter addressed? Whom is the speech trying to convince? Whom can we ask? I don't even know who you are. That you are a woman I have little doubt."[7]
Paulhan also explains his own belief that the themes in the book depict the true nature of women. At times, the preface (when read with the knowledge of the relationship between Paulhan and the author), seems to be a continuation of the conversation between them.
Discussing the ending, Paulhan states, "I too was surprised by the end. And nothing you can say will convince me that it is the real end. That in reality (so to speak) your heroine convinces Sir Stephen to consent to her death."[citation needed]
One critic has seen Paulhan's essay as consistent with other themes in his work, including Paulhan's interest in erotica, his "mystification" of love and sexual relationships, and a view of women that is arguably sexist.[8]
French director Henri-Georges Clouzot wanted to adapt the novel to film for many years. It was eventually adapted by director Just Jaeckin in 1975 as Histoire d'O (Story of O), starring Corinne Cléry and Udo Kier. The film met with far less acclaim than the book. It was banned in the United Kingdom by the British Board of Film Censors until February 2000.
In 1975, American director Gerard Damiano, well known for Deep Throat (1972) and The Devil in Miss Jones (1973) created the movie The Story of Joanna, highly influenced by the Story of O, by combining the motifs from one of the book's chapters and from Jean-Paul Sartre's No Exit.
In 1979, Danish director Lars von Trier made the short movie entitled Menthe—la bienheureuse, as an homage to Story of O. His 2005 film Manderlay was also inspired by the book, particularly Paulhan's introduction.[9]
Five years later, in 1984, actress Sandra Wey starred as "O" in The Story of O: Part 2.
In 2002 another version of O was released, called The Story of O: Untold Pleasures, with Danielle Ciardi playing the title character.
A Brazilian miniseries in 10 episodes with Claudia Cepeda was made in 1992 by director Eric Rochat, who was the producer of the original 1975 movie.
In 1975, it was adapted for comics by the Italian artist Guido Crepax. Both the original and Crepax's adaptation were parodied for comics in 2007 by Charles Alverson and John Linton Roberson.[10]
Writer of O, a 2004 documentary film by Pola Rapaport, mixed interviews with re-enactments of certain scenes from the book. In the documentary, the real author of Histoire d'O, Dominique Aury (also a pen name), talks about the book A Girl in Love. This book was written about how Story of O was written.
A documentary was also made for BBC Radio 4 entitled The Story of O: The Vice Francaise, presented by Rowan Pelling, former editor of the Erotic Review, which looked at the history of the book and Pauline Réage.
The comic book character Orlando is a blend of several fictional characters with the name Orlando as well as being known during the mid-sixties as O while engaged in sexual games with the descendants of the Silling Castle survivors, according to Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen series.
On The Dresden Dolls' album Yes, Virginia..., the piece "Mrs. O" includes reference to the Story of O.
The band Oneida has a song "Story of O", on their album Rated O.
In Jacqueline Carey's novel Kushiel's Dart, during a grand ball, the main character — a masochist and submissive — dresses as a naked bird, as in the last scene of O.
Tori Amos's song "Glory of the 80s", on her album To Venus and Back, mentions having "The Story Of O in my bucket seat of my wanna-be Mustang".
In the TV series Frasier (season 5 episode 3 "Halloween"), Roz Doyle appears as O at a Halloween party.
Story of O
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This article is about the erotic novel. For the film, see Story of O (film).
| Story of O | |
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 Cover of a French edition of Histoire d'O featuring Corinne Cléry |
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| Author(s) | Pauline Réage |
| Country | France |
| Language | French |
| Genre(s) | Erotic novel |
| Publisher | Jean-Jacques Pauvert |
| Publication date | 1954 |
| Media type | |
Story of O (French: Histoire d'O, IPA: [istwaʁ do]) is an erotic novel published in 1954 about love, dominance and submission by French author Anne Desclos under the pen name Pauline Réage.
Desclos did not reveal herself as the author for forty years after the initial publication. Desclos claims she wrote the novel as a series of love letters to her lover Jean Paulhan,[1] who had admired the work of the Marquis de Sade.
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Plot
Published in French by Jean-Jacques Pauvert, Story of O is a tale of female submission about a beautiful Parisian fashion photographer, O, who is blindfolded, chained, whipped, branded, pierced, made to wear a mask, and taught to be constantly available for oral, vaginal, and anal intercourse.
Despite her harsh treatment, O grants permission beforehand for everything that occurs, and her permission is consistently sought.
At the beginning of the story, O's lover, René, brings her to the château of Roissy, where she is trained to serve the men of an elite group. After this first period of training is finished, as a demonstration of their bond and his generosity, René hands O to Sir Stephen, a more dominant master.
René wants O to learn to serve someone whom she does not love, and someone who does not love her. Over the course of this training, O falls in love with Sir Stephen and believes him to be in love with her as well.
While her vain friend and lover, Jacqueline, is repulsed by O's chains and scars, O herself is proud of her condition as a willing slave. During the summer, Sir Stephen decides to move O to Samois, an old mansion solely inhabited by women for advanced training and body modifications related to submission.
There she agrees to receive a branding and a labia piercing with rings marked with Sir Stephen's initials and insignia. At the climax, O appears as a slave, nude but for an owl-like mask, before a large party of guests who treat her solely as an object.
Publishing history
In February 1955, Story of O won the French literature prize Prix des Deux Magots, although this did not prevent the French authorities from bringing obscenity charges against the publisher. The charges were rejected by the courts, but a publicity ban was imposed for a number of years.
The first English edition was published by Olympia Press in 1965. Eliot Fremont-Smith (of The New York Times) called its publishing "a significant event".
A sequel, Retour à Roissy (Return to Roissy, but often translated as Return to the Chateau, Continuing the Story of O), was published in 1969 in French, again with Jean-Jacques Pauvert, éditeur. It was published again in English by Grove Press, Inc., in 1971. It is not known whether this work is by the same author as the original.
Emmanuelle Arsan claimed the Story of O inspired her to write her own erotic novel Emmanuelle.[2]
A critical view of the novel is that it is about the ultimate objectification of a woman. The heroine of the novel has the shortest possible name, consisting solely of the letter O. Although this is in fact a shortening of the name Odile, it could also stand for "object" or "orifice", an O being a symbolic representation of any "hole". The novel was strongly criticised by many feminists, who felt it glorified the abuse of women.[3][4][5]
The book has been the source of various terms that are used in the BDSM subculture such as Samois, the name of the estate belonging to the character Anne-Marie, who brands O.
When the film of The Story Of O was released, L'Express magazine ran a feature on the novel and film. This resulted in L'Express being picketed by feminists from the group Mouvement de libération des femmes, who found the novel and film objectionable.[2] Journalist François Chalais also criticized Story of O, claiming the novel glorified violence; he described the novel as "bringing the Gestapo into the boudoir".[2]
Hidden identities
The author used a pen name, then later revealed herself under another pen name, before finally, prior to her death, revealing her true identity. Her lover Jean Paulhan wrote the preface as if the author were unknown to him.
According to an article by Geraldine Bedell,[1] published in The Observer on Sunday 24 July 2004, "Pauline Réage, the author, was a pseudonym, and many people thought that the book could only have been written by a man. The writer's true identity was not revealed until 10 years ago, when, in an interview with John de St Jorre, a British journalist and some-time foreign correspondent of The Observer, an impeccably dressed 86-year-old intellectual called Dominique Aury acknowledged that the fantasies of castles, masks and debauchery were hers."
According to several other sources, however, Dominique Aury was itself a pseudonym of Anne Cécile Desclos, born 23 September 1907 in Rochefort-sur-Mer, France, and deceased 26 April 1998 (at age 90) in Paris, France.
The Grove Press edition (US, 1965) was translated by publisher Richard Seaver (who had lived in France for many years) under the pseudonym Sabine d'Estree.[6]
Jean Paulhan
Jean Paulhan, who was the author's lover and the person to whom she wrote Story of O in the form of love letters, wrote the preface, "Happiness in Slavery". Paulhan admired the Marquis de Sade's writing and told Desclos that a woman could not write in a similar fashion. Desclos interpreted this as a challenge and wrote the book. Paulhan was so impressed that he sent it to a publisher.
Interestingly, in the preface, Paulhan goes out of his way to appear as if he does not know who wrote the book. In one part he says, "But from the beginning to end, the story of O is managed rather like some brilliant feat. It reminds you more of a speech than of a mere effusion; of a letter rather than a secret diary. But to whom is the letter addressed? Whom is the speech trying to convince? Whom can we ask? I don't even know who you are. That you are a woman I have little doubt."[7]
Paulhan also explains his own belief that the themes in the book depict the true nature of women. At times, the preface (when read with the knowledge of the relationship between Paulhan and the author), seems to be a continuation of the conversation between them.
Discussing the ending, Paulhan states, "I too was surprised by the end. And nothing you can say will convince me that it is the real end. That in reality (so to speak) your heroine convinces Sir Stephen to consent to her death."[citation needed]
One critic has seen Paulhan's essay as consistent with other themes in his work, including Paulhan's interest in erotica, his "mystification" of love and sexual relationships, and a view of women that is arguably sexist.[8]
Adaptations
Mainstream
French director Henri-Georges Clouzot wanted to adapt the novel to film for many years. It was eventually adapted by director Just Jaeckin in 1975 as Histoire d'O (Story of O), starring Corinne Cléry and Udo Kier. The film met with far less acclaim than the book. It was banned in the United Kingdom by the British Board of Film Censors until February 2000.
In 1975, American director Gerard Damiano, well known for Deep Throat (1972) and The Devil in Miss Jones (1973) created the movie The Story of Joanna, highly influenced by the Story of O, by combining the motifs from one of the book's chapters and from Jean-Paul Sartre's No Exit.
In 1979, Danish director Lars von Trier made the short movie entitled Menthe—la bienheureuse, as an homage to Story of O. His 2005 film Manderlay was also inspired by the book, particularly Paulhan's introduction.[9]
Five years later, in 1984, actress Sandra Wey starred as "O" in The Story of O: Part 2.
In 2002 another version of O was released, called The Story of O: Untold Pleasures, with Danielle Ciardi playing the title character.
A Brazilian miniseries in 10 episodes with Claudia Cepeda was made in 1992 by director Eric Rochat, who was the producer of the original 1975 movie.
In 1975, it was adapted for comics by the Italian artist Guido Crepax. Both the original and Crepax's adaptation were parodied for comics in 2007 by Charles Alverson and John Linton Roberson.[10]
Documentaries
Writer of O, a 2004 documentary film by Pola Rapaport, mixed interviews with re-enactments of certain scenes from the book. In the documentary, the real author of Histoire d'O, Dominique Aury (also a pen name), talks about the book A Girl in Love. This book was written about how Story of O was written.
A documentary was also made for BBC Radio 4 entitled The Story of O: The Vice Francaise, presented by Rowan Pelling, former editor of the Erotic Review, which looked at the history of the book and Pauline Réage.
In popular culture
The comic book character Orlando is a blend of several fictional characters with the name Orlando as well as being known during the mid-sixties as O while engaged in sexual games with the descendants of the Silling Castle survivors, according to Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen series.
On The Dresden Dolls' album Yes, Virginia..., the piece "Mrs. O" includes reference to the Story of O.
The band Oneida has a song "Story of O", on their album Rated O.
In Jacqueline Carey's novel Kushiel's Dart, during a grand ball, the main character — a masochist and submissive — dresses as a naked bird, as in the last scene of O.
Tori Amos's song "Glory of the 80s", on her album To Venus and Back, mentions having "The Story Of O in my bucket seat of my wanna-be Mustang".
In the TV series Frasier (season 5 episode 3 "Halloween"), Roz Doyle appears as O at a Halloween party.
See also
References
- ^ a b Bedell, Geraldine (24 July 2004). "I wrote the story of O". The Guardian. Archived from the original on 24 March 2008.
- ^ a b c Destais, Alexandra (2006). "Réage, Pauline". In Brulotte, Gaétan; Philips, John. The Encyclopedia of Erotic Literature. London: Routledge. pp. 1080–1086. ISBN 978-1-57958-441-2.
- ^ Dworkin, Andrea (1974). Woman Hating: A Radical Look at Sexuality. New York: Dutton. ISBN 0-452-26827-3.
- ^ Griffin, Susan (1982). "Sadomasochism and the Erosion of Self: A Critical Reading of Story of O". In Linden, R. R.. Against Sadomasochism: A Radical Feminist Analysis. East Palo Alto.
- ^ Smith, Joan (1998). Different for Girls: How Culture Creates Women. London.
- ^ "The True Story of 'The Story of O' by Pauline Reage". h2g2. 3 Novovember 2006 [13 November 2001]. Retrieved 2012-11-15.[unreliable source?]
- ^ Story of O. Ballantine Books. p. xxiv.
- ^ Syrotinski, Michael (1998). Defying Gravity: Jean Paulhan's Interventions in Twentieth-Century French Intellectual History. SUNY Press. pp. 74–75.
- ^ Bell, Emma (10 October 2005). "Lars von Trier: Anti-American? Me?". The Independent. Retrieved 2011-06-05.[dead link]
- ^ Alverson, Charles; Roberson, John (2007). "Story of OH!". Retrieved 2012-11-15.
External links
- The complete 'Story of O' website: all about Histoire d'O and Dominique Aury
- Histoire d'O at the Internet Movie Database
- Story of O, the Series at the Internet Movie Database
- The Story of O: Untold Pleasures at the Internet Movie Database
- Writer of O at the Internet Movie Database
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