Just Watch Me - erotic book by Cleis Press Inc. - review by jedent

This is a collection of various short erotica stories directed at women. I'm not entirely sure what makes them for women, since women have sex drives too and a number of these stories were fairly lame. Not a single story in this book got me even close to aroused.

The writing is good, mind you. A few of them were spicier than others, and some had clever subject matter, one even made me laugh, but if this is what "erotica for women" is, I'm sorely disappointed.

Unfortunately, it seems that erotica "written for women" includes a lot of detail about what the cafe looks like and how the wind feels and what coat she's wearing and the wares that this one shop has in its window display, and the sex is implied.

Not in all cases, mind you. There were stories in here that were more detailed than others and pretty much got straight to fucking.

But for example in Reading To Horst we read several pages of scenery and stalking and conversational nonsense and when it gets to the "good part," the author describes the "slurping sounds that come from the activity from between her legs" and doesn't put near as much effort into the actual sex scene as she did where she described the main character reading to the stranger. The sex gets glossed over and it's over before it started, and then the story ends.

The Upper Hand however was quite funny. I'm not sure if it was meant to be, but it made me laugh. It's the story of a cougar who finds that she's being spied on by neighborhood college boys, who she then spies on back and coerces to come help her with some work around the house. Suddenly it becomes a frantic search for a tossed condom into a pile of half built bookshelf with her words "whoever finds it gets to fuck me, and the other has to give me a show."

Not every story in this book is lame, but honestly as I said, there was nothing here that even remotely moved me.

I'd read the book out loud each night to my boyfriend, who was on the edge of his seat waiting for the sex scenes to heat up, and they just never did. Imagine this book as a microwaved burrito with the edges piping hot and crusty with the middle still a big ball of frozen beans. And about as satisfying.