Little Boys and Laura

Though the topics and themes are much the same as American erotica, the British use of English adds a luster to the stories, missing from the vulgar used in America. One of the more interesting facets of the ongoing sexual revolution today is that people are openly discussing and dealing with and coping with the more natural sexual phenomena that have for so long been considered "unmentionable". This interesting novel deals with just such a phenomenon - what happens when sexual excitement is no longer present in a marriage?

Here we see a middle-aged woman act out a sexual fantasy when, after twenty-one years of marriage she learns that her husband no longer finds her sexually desirable. She finds sexual satisfaction and emotional release in seducing young boys. As the reader progresses in this narrative it becomes increasingly more difficult to separate reality from fantasy. Laura, the protagonist, commits every imaginable sex act with boys between the ages of ten and twelve while her forty-three-year-old husband engages in a lively affair with a seventeen-year-old girl. Are these acts real? Or are they fantasy projection on Laura's part? The author gives us a small clue in the final line of the novel, but by that point we realize that it isn't really important.

For what we have here is a natural human phenomenon and the various behavioral patterns which could result. The author has used nothing that is not well documented as having taken place on numerous occasions in our society. She is, as it were, giving us a reflection of ourselves in a somewhat cracked muter.

In fact, the author seems to be challenging the reader with the question, "Would you react as any of the three major characters here have?"

It is in this manner that books of this nature are of real value to society in that they mirror what we might be and caution us about the outcome at the same time. If this novel can help one person recognize and avert his or her folly, it has served more than its more evident, purpose of entertainment.

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Excerpt:

When Jack Norton climbed into bed, Laura moved over close to him and reached out to take his limp prick in her hand affectionately.

"Not tonight, Laura," Jack sighed, moving away. "I had a bad day and I'm really bushed. Goodnight, dear."

Laura was so mad she wanted to scream at her husband! She wanted to dig her fingernails into his useless, rubber like cock until he bled! It was the same damned thing night after night, month after month, year after year!

She dug her fingernails into her palm, took a deep breath to control her temper, turned away, and whispered, "Good night."

Within minutes, Jack was snoring. Laura adjusted her pillow and changed positions in her search for sweet Morpheus. Her pussy itched, burned with frustration and desire, but she forced herself not to think about her physical being. She turned again, desperately seeking sleep, but it continued to elude her.

Finally, Laura gave up and slipped out of bed. She thought about getting a robe out of the closet, but the house was warm and she didn't want to wake Jack. Somehow, walking naked through the house tonight seemed terribly inappropriate!

Closing the bedroom door, Laura walked into the bathroom and turned the light on. The first thing she saw was her naked body reflected in the full length mirror.

Laura stood appraising herself for a long moment. At the age of forty-two her body was well preserved. She had never had to worry about her weight. Laura was as slender today as she had been in college. She was tall, almost too tall at five-nine, and her body was full without being angular.

Her breasts, which had always been her best feature, were full and heavy. Laura studied them in the mirror. They were perhaps sagging a little now, but they were still proud spheres on her chest. She reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands to lift them and the contact reminded her of the strong need in her body.