Squealing with Delight

securedownloadI’m terribly delighted to be kicking off the blog tour today for The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint published by Cleis Press and edited by the prominent princess of pornographic prose, Alison Tyler. I also have a story in this collection (entitled “Just Deserts”) but you won’t be hearing about it just yet. Our fearless editor had the brilliant notion to have various writers review each other’s work from this captivating anthology. I couldn’t help but select Kristina Lloyd’s intriguing piece “The Bondage Pig.”

A story about a bondage pig? Yes. Yes, indeed.

I love this story. All the more because it’s not my typical cup of tea and yet it still sucked me in. Decidedly so. I read book reviews all the time in which the reviewer lays out a caveat about kink not being their thing and then goes on to review a bondage book. If their preface is true, then why not review a book about vanilla sex? Or gardening? Of course you’re not going to be able to find something hot if it’s not something you’re into. That’s always been my philosophy. But “The Bondage Pig” threw all that out the window for me (and subsequently now I have higher expectations of those writers to open themselves up doing better reviews).

It’s true. At the heart of it all I’m a very dirty girl. Quite filthy-minded, actually. So I had a great appreciation for this story from the get-go. (The title undoubtedly piqued my curiosity.) Lloyd starts off innocently enough – a bored couple missing their sexual spark. Hard to imagine that this simple premise quickly weaves its way into being to the dirtiest tale in the book. (Yes, I said it. Quite high praise coming from me.)

One of my favorite passages appears in the story before we’ve even been introduced to the pig. The narrator is jilling off in a warm bath: “When I came, someone paused the universe. I shattered into a million little pieces and was blasted across time, at one with the dinosaurs and space travel and everything in between. Angels danced in my thighs, their revelry light, perfect and joyous.” I so appreciate beautifully crafted writing, especially in erotica. Not to mention interwoven threads of woo. But the rest of this story gets much more down and dirty – my very favorite kind of writing. As illustrated in the following excerpt:

“‘She’s going to come,’ Ralph said. ‘Just a little more. Keep going.’

I focused on the bondage pig, on its cantilever trays and stout, buttoned haunches. The color of the leather seeped into my mind. Such a beautiful color, red-black, like blood and ink. Jack slid a bunch of fingers into me, screwing left-right-left when my swollen tightness resisted him. I wailed to feel the fullness of him. His tongue skittered on my point and then, oh, I was gone, lost, tumbling though crimson skies as my orgasm pulsed and clenched. Over and over I fell, six distinct waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

‘Good girl,’ said Ralph.

Jack knelt up, his mouth shining with my juices. ‘Fuck,’ he breathed. ‘I felt that.’ I stared at him through my post-orgasmic daze. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His lips still gleamed and his eyes were heavy and serious, altered by lust.”

I could pull passages out of this story all day but I don’t want to give away all the juiciest tidbits. (Such as when the narrator first becomes, ahem, acquainted with said pig.) You need to read it for yourself to fully appreciate how Lloyd sucks you into her twisted web of lust highlighting a bondage pig who is described in a myriad of ways including “grotesque,” “a Victorian curiosity,” “feral,” and “hung like a horse.”  I’ll just sum it up like this: A married couple and their boarder are enchanted by this treasured creature – lust-driven, truth be told. All three succumb to kinky temptations – first independently then the three coming together – all spurred on by the mystical sensations a pig has aroused in the air of their home. “This was the bondage pig who’d come to corrupt us, to drag us down a path of chaos and depravity. We weren’t to blame.”

Of course they weren’t.

Check out the rest of the tour in the coming days for this amazing book! Ms. Alison Tyler’s webpage boasts quite the impressive line-up and having devoured the majority of this delicious book already myself, I can only imagine what’s to come.

About Kiki DeLovely

Kiki DeLovely is a witchy, kinky, polyamorous, mixed, nonbinary femme who moonlights as an erotica writer when she’s not weaving magic through energetic healing and spiritual coaching. Their work has appeared in dozens of publications and they have toured both nationally and internationally, living and traveling all over the world before setting down roots on unceded Occaneechi-Saponi land. Kiki strives toward erotica that reads as fine literature and connects us with our highest selves.
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10 Responses to Squealing with Delight

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  2. Alison Tyler says:

    Thank you so much for the brilliant review. I’m sure KL will be thrilled as well!


  3. Miz Angell says:

    Amazing review. And now, I can’t wait to get my hands on a copy of this! *checks local bookstores* Screw online ordering – can’t wait for it to ship!

  4. Now I’m squealing in delight too! Huge thanks for such a wonderful review. I love the line ‘interwoven threads of woo’!

  5. I was already curious about this story just from the title, but now I have to find it in my copy and read it ASAP. I’m fairly tingling with anticipation. (Perhaps squealing with delight will come later, if I’m lucky.)

  6. Vanessa says:

    That’s an interesting challenge to reviewers to open themselves up more. Yes, indeed. Why are they reviewing books about bondage and pain if they aren’t at least drawn to the topic in some small way? I also wonder sometimes, with some of the erotica I read, if the authors are really into what they are describing. Sometimes I don’t feel it. But with Kristina’s work, even just a small sample of it as given here, I always feel a physical connection, something stirring within. It’s visceral. To me this is one of the greatest challenges for a writer of erotic books, to translate feelings into words and to trigger a physical response in the reader. If only writers of non-erotic books could learn how to do this, reading everything would be much more fun.

  7. I’m thrilled to have hit the mark in my review and to have caused a ripple of interest for this amazing book and story!

    Vanessa, thanks so much for your beautiful, thoughtful comment! You’re totally right on!

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