Black Feathers: Erotic Dreams
- by Cecilia Tan
$11.70
ISBN 0060985011
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Reviewed by William Dean
(10/04/00)
Although this book was published two years ago, time is timeless when it comes to
dreams. Cecilia Tan proves beyond a doubt in Black Feathers that she can weave dreamstuff with the best of today's erotic writers. If you're of the grope and raunch school, leave
this book on the bookshelf, but if you simply love the drifty, sensual, and,
well, dreamy, then this is your book.
One of the most popular stories in this delicious collection is called "Pearl Diver."
Imagine (and Tan makes it easy with her lyrical phrases) a virgin who
plumbs the cooling depths to capture perfect pearls with her vagina. This is,
as Shakespeare was wont to say, "the stuff dreams are made on."
I realize my vision is getting darker and my air is almost done, but I make for one
more pearl nearby. This one I lift in two hands; it is the size of my fist. Some
part of me thinks I cannot hope to take it in, but one hand is already rubbing hard
at my own pearl while the other is pushing the huge thing against me. It goes partway in and
then slips back out, and if I could I would be gaping for breath but there is only
water all around me as I thrash. I need this last pearl more than all the others, I am hungry
for it, the energy and magic flowing in and out of it as I push my fingers inside myself,
trying to open the way wide enough; and then it is going in, it moves in my hand
into me bit by bit, up to its widest point, and then, as my other hand presses hard
on my woman's pearl, I swallow it whole.
Tan spins twenty-three dreams in all, spreading their imaginative tendrils from
"Porn Flicks" (what IS the power of their sleaze-like appeal?) to the idle
sexual musings of a gay student who just can't keep his mind from wandering
in "Daydreaming":
"Are you a virgin?" he says, suddenly.
"Uh, yes," I admit.
"Good." He pushes my face against the red painted metal of the door and pulls
down my tennis shorts. I feel his bare hand slide along my ass and my cock hardens
against the coldness of the door. He keeps one hand on the back of my neck, the presure
just hard enough to let me know that he's in control of me, while his other hand spreads
my ass cheeks . . .
Fantasies, of course, are one of the mainstays of erotica writing, if not
its actual raison d'etre, and those writers, like Tan, who can take us into
their mind and consequently deeper into our own are worth their weight (and
more!) in golden hours spent between the lines. She admits freely her
belief that the brain, or should we say, the mind, is the biggest and most
creatively used human sexual organ, and Black Feathers: Erotic Dreams is the
perfect sexual aerobic workout. So, as one of your erotic fitness coaches, I say,
"Get yourself a copy of this book and start buffing out your erotic mind!"
©2000 by William Dean
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William Dean is Reviews Editor for Clean Sheets and Public Relations Director for the Erotica Readers Association. He
writes erotica fiction and non-fiction under the pen-name Count of Shadows.
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