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Let’s get specific – Medieval: Vikings

So I recently posted about how medieval romance, and the medieval manbeasts that go with it were my current flavour. I now feel the need to revise and specifiy this statement – oh lordy, it’s all about the Viking this month. And this surpries me. Genuinely, it does. For a start, blondes do not work for me at all. Give me blue black hair any day of the week. Second, in general these Viking books normally contain at least one rapey scene, which does not work for me. But on the other hand, having left Paris, which I have t say was full to the brim of lanky, greasy, stinking of smoke, pretensious man-children. So bring on some huge fighting raiders, as I have sorely missed any testosterone outbursts. So I must admit, I am immensley enjoying my imaginary relationships with the most chauvinistic, mysoginistic, objectifying characters, I could possibly find. And I’ll deal with feminist me later.

For Viking reads, I have recently read and enjoyed:

Loki‘s Daughters by Delle Jacobs

Savagery by Emma MacKenziealexander-skarsgard-shirtless

Hearts Aflame by Johanna Lindsey

Fires of Winter by Johanna Lindsey

Hearts on Fire by Johanna Lindsey

Cedi to my Heart by Johanna Lindsey

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The Story of O…Oh…Ooooooh

story-of-oCurrently living in France, a French friend recently informed me that Fifty Shades of Grey was child’s play compared to French novels, and that if I wanted to better understand BDSM, novels that try and involve romance alongside it, and the reasons people enter into such relationships, I should read classic French tale ‘The Story of O,’  (L’Histoire d’O).She also gave me Emmanuelle, which I confess,  have not yet dared to open.

Second confession – I haven’t actually finished The Story of O. Nor can I honestly say I intend to. O is a successful, attractive young woman, in love with a man named Rene. She agrees to be taken to a chateau on the outskirts of Paris, where she is aware she will be subjected to the fetishes of Rene’s friends. And of fetishes, they have many. Within moments of arriving there, she is blindfolded, and as far as I can make out, raped, every which way possible. She is kept there, before Rene eventually takes her away, and gives her to his friend, Sir Stephen.

I genuinely think I could be down with this sort of thing, if it wasn’t for the constant reminder that O only did it because she loved Rene. She didn’t express any joy at the things done to her, nor does she consent out of any regard for her own pleasure. I think that was my main barrier here. That, and they kept asking her to consent to something before telling her what it was. This was actually where I stopped reading…a big fat labia piercing with a tag on. It sounded beyond painful, and the squeamish side of me that I try to hide came out in force. No freakin’ way could I read it.

All in all, it was an interesting foray into the world of BDSM. For anyone who thinks they may or may not be inclined that way, it is definitely worth a read, even just to better outline a person’s limits.

As previously said, I must conclude that if at any point O had revealed that she liked, enjoyed or even relished any of the things done to her, I may have gained more from the book. But to me, it seemed clear that these activities are better suited to two people of the same persuasion – both partners should be getting pleasure. It shouldn’t be one, man or woman,  doing whatever they deem necessary to make their partner happy, and their partner making demands that don’t consider the feelings of the submissive. In truth, it will be a while before I adequately brace myself for Emmanuelle.

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