An Appreciation Part 1

Many film buffs remember the dinner scene from Stanley Kubrick's Barry Lyndon when eating at the table becomes a surrogate for sex. I remember the scene from OneSilky's Going To Church submission where Silky and Jess enjoy a church picnic:

"We started eating our KFC. (Do I LOOK like I know how to cook? Honestly!) I took a big mouthful of the cole slaw. I caught Jess's eye and pursed my lips. I let a few drops of the turbid fluid dribble down to my chin, swallowed, and wiped it off with my finger. Then I sensuously sucked my finger clean. She responded by dipping a chicken leg in the slaw, so it had some juice on the end, and then carefully licked it clean, smacking her lips. I began to osculate a leg up and down the shaft, taking tiny nibbles of its flesh in my teeth. We were a riot! I started deep throating mine; I could really get it all the way in!"

OneSilky is so full of surprises. The final sentence of a scene is often a surprise, funny, and perfectly appropriate.

'"You certainly come prepared," said Craig.

"I just try to stay focused," I replied. "Let's see, paper, pens, rulers, text... oh, damn! I forgot to wear panties!"

Of all the words of tongue and pen, those are the ones most distracting to men."

One of the most difficult things in life is to know when to stop a pleasurable activity. Quoting from SilkyOne's work is certainly a pleasurable activity. But, allow me one final indulgence, one more quote from Silky:

"We had a honeymoon, a spiritual and sexual saturnalia, a bacchanal where our kisses were the only wine, but were enough. The Goddess Venus would have wept with jealousy."

We, (at least I do) read erotica for several reasons: to leave the quotidian experience of our lives for another realm for some time, to experience a lift to our libido, to learn how others react to and experience life, for a good read, or for just the fun of it. Whichever of those reasons we read, OneSilky's stories deliver. Madonna was accused once of being a nymphomaniac. She denied it. She said that she liked sex enough, but, often, she would rather read a book. Madonna! May I introduce you to OneSilky?

Well, I'm jealous of OneSilky's talent, but I weep with happiness that I can read her work. I hope this little appreciation will alert a few readers to this fine writer.