Muriel…you’re a slut…

I got this review back which said in no uncertain terms that the character in a story I wrote was a slut who enjoyed herself too much by having sex with men. Whore. Tramp. Hussy. Tart. A big scarlet letter on your forehead missy…seriously, I always thought Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Scarlet Letter was a total load of bollocks… but I digress…back to sluts. I admire a reviewer who gives an opinion without fear or favour. I just have to wonder if you read the blurb of an erotic book called Dicking Around, that indicates the heroine has sex with a load of men and likes it, why would you shocked when she has sex with a load of men? Or is it okay to write about a woman having sex with 5 men, all of who usually transform into a wolf pack at night or they're cowboys by day who look at a cow's rear and fantasize about the heroine and who gets to shag her senseless first. I always wonder what the next four guys think after first shagging...but I digress again...what do we label the hero when he sleeps with a bunch of women? Naughty? A Bad boy? Wild? Not the same as the old fashioned and archaic word slut is it?

What exactly is she a slut? The word ‘slut’ was a terrible taunt when I was 8 years old. It was one of those delightfully, naughty words you said because you could and at 8 it’s fun to shock people.

Slut –

A person, especially a woman, considered sexually promiscuous.

A slut is a derogatory term used for a person - usually a woman - who engages in casual sexual behavior.

Slut or slattern is a pejorative term applied to an individual who is considered to have loose sexual morals or who is sexually promiscuous. The term is generally applied to women and is an insult or offensive term of disparagement...

So, Becky-Sue thanks for the review. It gave me a chuckle and I appreciate the time and effort it took you to write the review. As for women calling other women – real or fictitious - who choose to live by their own sexual rules a slut? It’s 2011. The term slut is misguided and old fashioned.

Dicking Around is available at Evernight Publishing.

Dicking Around by Amarinda Jones - Evernight Publishing

Dicking Around by Amarinda Jones - Evernight Publishing

Sex to Carlisle is like breathing. She needs it. She craves it. The three horny men in her life each bring a delicious element of excitement to her. To love, submit and obey becomes her world and Carlisle delights in every dirty, sexy moment of it.

Her soon-to-be married sister thinks Carlisle should be more responsible and stop dicking around. But that’s not about to happen any time soon. Especially not when there are two thieves, an irate ex-girlfriend and a sexually explicit video to deal with.

Be Warned: multiple partners, menage sex, anal sex, forced seduction, public exhibition, sex toys.

Dicking Around...coming soon...

Dicking Around - one woman, three men, two thieves, a pissed of ex-girlfriend and the bride for hell...coming soon from Evernight Publishing...

Bridget rounded on his sister. “You’re late.”
“It’s a rehearsal dinner for god sake. It’s not like it’s the real thing that we have to suffer through tomorrow.” Carlisle was tired from work and sex and men and the last thing she needed was dealing with her sister. They had never gotten along. There was no point trying to play the happy family now.
“This is what I hate about you, Carlisle. You never take important things seriously.” Bridget then recited a long list of her sister’s faults.
Carlisle yawned as Bridget went off on another of her tirades about Carlisle’s lax attitude on life. Whine. Bitch. Moan. She looked at the ever-so-perfect-not-a-hair-out-of-place Neil. The Groom. Sucker. She heard Bridget draw a breath.
“Finished?”
Bridget sighed. “This is why I didn’t want you in the wedding party.”
“And lord knows I thank you for that as bilious green is so not my color.”
“Bitch!” Bridget yelled and stamped her foot.
“Cow,” Carlisle responded overly politely.
“Girls, please!” Lydia Carson came up to her daughters.
Bridget turned on her sister. “She started it, mother. You should have seen how I found her at her house the other day. She was nak—”
Carlisle yanked her sister’s arm so she banged into her. She whispered in Bridget’s ear. “Say another word and I’ll tell the man of plastic Neil about your liaison with Mr. Phelps and the female hockey coach in the nurse’s room at school. Can you say strap-on, Bridg?”
Their mother stared at them. “What is going on between you girls?”
“Nothing.” They both said at the same time.
“Try and act with a bit of decorum, Carlisle.”
Yeah it’s always my fault. Never perfectly anal Bridget’s.
“Have you got a dress for tomorrow?” Both women looked at Carlisle.
“Yes of course.” Sorta. Kinda. Well—no. I probably should look into that.
“Are you going to have an escort?” Her mother asked.
“Why?” Carlisle said it purely to piss her mother off. Lydia saw the world in perfectly coordinated male-female couples.
“Well, he should be here.”
Carlisle snorted. “To listen to this crap?”
“Carlisle!”
“Actually, I have three ‘escorts’.”
Bridget roiled her eyes. “Disgusting.”
“What? Pissed off that you’re stuck with marrying a Ken doll?”
“Neil is not!”
“Whatever.” Carlisle turned to her mother. She had no connection other than blood to these women and at times even that wasn’t enough. “Do I have to stay for this?”
“Maybe it would be better if you left,” Lydia responded. “And do please remember to bring those data sticks with you tomorrow.”
Carlisle had placed all the old family albums on USB sticks. Her mother wanted to show them at the wedding. And bore everyone’s socks off.
“Great. Yep, Sure. Whatever.” I’m free!
“Drop dead,” the bride muttered at Carlisle as she passed by.
“After you, Barbie.”

Beaut covers...

Excellent covers from Dara England at Evernight Publishing. Indecent Encounters, with my story Raw, is released in February and Dicking Around in March

























Amarinda Jones
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