Bok: Macho Sluts

Macho Sluts var, da den ble gitt ut i 1988, mildt sagt en kontroversiell bok som ikke bare rystet og sjokkerte den vanlige mann i gata, men også store deler av det skeive miljøet. Macho Sluts er nemlig en samling av ulike sm-noveller som beskriver den kvinnelige seksualiteten og det lesbiske lærmiljøet på måter som ingen andre hadde gjort før. "Hvis det finnes én bok som er grunnen til endringene i det moderne lesbiske lærmiljøet, så er det denne boken." Står det på baksiden av boka.

Forfatteren og transmannen Patrick Califia er ikke bare dristig i sine skildringer, men også både talentfull og kompleks. Novellene vil få deg til å drømme og lengte etter ting du ikke visste fantes i deg. Den vil sjokkere deg på tusen deilige måter, uansett hvor erfaren og kreativ du er. La fantasiene og kåtheten komme: Macho Sluts er et must for alle kvinner, lesber og transer som liker pleasure and pain!

Her er mitt favoritt utdrag:

"Kay is going to stay in you ass while EZ puts her hand in your cunt," Alex said. "Then I bet they make you come. Come while you get double-fucked, both holes at once. And I´m gonna watch it all." "Oh God! Daddy, it´ll tear me apart. I´m just a little girl." "God has nothing to do with this. Look at me." Alex slapped her several times. "If you are mine, I´ll give you to whoever I please. If you don´t belong to me, why are we here? Don´t give me any of that shit about getting split open, I know how you make you living, fucking your own little pussy while all those men watch from behind the windows and drop quarters in the slot and jerk them selves off. They ought to come all over your face. You´d like that, wouldn´t you? Almost as much as you would like the idea of being filled so full you can´t help but pop. Gotta make sure my little girl get enough fucking so she can sit still for five minutes, that´s the only problem I got."

Kay had adopted a more insistent, driving rhythm. Roxanne moaned, shouted, rocked in the sling. Then Kay froze, and she felt EZ slithering into her cunt, her fingers splayed out along Kay´s forearm. When she finally slid home, they where practically holding hands inside her. Only a thin membrane kept them apart. She could feel them flexing their muscles, turning; even an eighth of an inch of motion made her eyes roll back and her nerve endings sing. There was no way of coming on this rollercoaster of sensation. It was an experience more like an orgasm that any other part of sex, but it just kept on happening, peaking, cresting, climbing higher and peaking again.

When Roxanne felt real climax coming, she sneaked a glance at it, and got scared by how big it was. Alex magically knew all about it, grabbed her head and slammed it into the sling. "Bullshit," she said. "Aren´t you the cunt who was going to wear it all out? Now you are holding out on us, you little coward. I won´t stand for this shit." Alex offered one of her gloves into Rowannes mouth. "Bite down on that if you get scared. Now come!"

A skillfull finger was moving around the head of her clit. That had to be Alex, who was also tweaking her nipples, hurting them and smoothing the pain away. The feeling was exactly right. It was irresistible. Her eyes opened wide - wide - wide as Alex´s terrible grin. Five more seconds of intolerable clitoral bliss, the twin fists and forearm buried in her body, taking turns coming in, going out, her nipples blazing - she screamed one long scream, perfect as the orgasm that engulfed her, and bit through Alex´s glove. If the roll of leather had not been there, she probably would have chipped her teeth. There were muted sounds of praise from the pack.