Old But Still "In Print"
love it how both Cliterature, and Triptych are still online after all this time. Both were pieces that I donated to Clean Sheets back in '98. Not only the e-magazine, but the essay and the story are both still available.
But now that I read Triptych over again, I realize it doesn't hold up as well as its nonfictional sister. My male POV is stilted. Sure, the protagonist is a philosophy major, but, I dunno, it seems to me now that guys just don't talk like that. There are also a horde of clichés and some problems with switching back and forth between fantasy and reality. Aaaaand let's not get started on the dialogue.
On the other hand it's still smut, so maybe some of you fine folks will find it diverting.
A sample:
Jacyntha starred in a sepia-toned film that I directed. It began with her, naked, on a brass bed draped in white. Was it the sultry air, suggested by the open window, that made the moisture bead on her skin? Or was it the touch of her dancer's hands? I made it a silent movie -- the absence of sound lending power to every nuance.
Focus on: cotton panties in a knot on the floor.
Dissolve to: a pert, brown nipple.
Pan to: fingers working feverishly on her pussy. The first orgasm would take a long time and would leave her drained, a tendril of hair flung across that perfect face. I choreographed her moves so that she came exactly when I did.
A link.
(Fancy letter "I" courtesy of dailydropcap.com)