Carrie's Story...Buy it Now!
Carrie's Story is regarded as one of the finest erotic novels ever written- smart, devastatingly sexy and, at times, shocking, Molly Weatherfield has penned a book that is standing the test of time alongside The Story of O and Justine. in this new era of "BDSM romance," a la 50 Shades of Grey the whips and cuffs are out of the closet and "chateau porn" has given way to mommy porn. Carrie's Story remains at the head of the class, literally.
Imagine the Story of O starring a Berkeley PhD in comparative literature, who moonlights as a bike messenger, with a penchant for irony, self-analysis and as well as anal pleasures. Set in both San Francisco and the more chateau-friendly, Napa Valley, Weatherfield's deliciously decadent novel takes you on a sexually explicit journey into a netherworld of slave auctions, training regimes, enticing "ponies," (people) preening for dressage competitions. Desire runs rampant in this story of uncompromising mastery and irrevocable submission.
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Excerpt from Carrie's Story
“Hear me out,” he said. He seemed so unflustered that I
found myself stopping and turning to him again. “Look,” he
said again, patiently, “we were watching an outrageously tacky
and stupid porn film in there and you could have mopped the
floor with those jeans.” His matter-of-fact gaze rested on my
hips a heartbeat longer than it needed to, I thought.
“So,” he continued, “I don’t think you’re nearly as
shocked and scandalized as you’d like to think you are. After
all, it’s not as though you haven’t thought about these things
before. And at some length, I bet. In fact, my guess is that
you’ve been jerking off to S/M porn since you found a copy of
Story of O when you were a twelve-year-old baby-sitter. But I
don’t think you’ve ever done more than read and jerk off.
Which is a shame. Because I think you’d be good at the real
thing. I’m good at the real thing.”
Thirteen and a half. Almost fourteen. I mean that’s how
old I actually had been when I found that copy of Story of O.
Of course, that’s typical of Jonathan’s almost pathological
politeness—one of the little things I learned from him is that it
never hurts to give the other guy credit for a little more charm
or precocity than he or she actually possesses. So probably he
knew he was flattering me a little, in a perverse way, but he
obviously also knew that, in all the ways that counted, he was
dead-on right. S/M porn was one of my secrets. I didn’t
understand why I liked it, but I knew it was important to me.
It seemed to occupy a space in my head next door to the more
typical romantic passions—little-girl crushes on actors and
rock stars and even some English teachers, the silly sweeping
pleasure I always get reading Jane Eyre. And—Jonathan had
made it so embarrassing—the romantic feelings I’d been
having talking to him before the conversation had taken this
disquieting turn. I felt very frightened and exposed.
But I had to say something. Enough about me, let’s talk
about you. “you got good at it hanging with Sir Jack and
Mistress Anastasia?”
“I hang with a much better class of pervert. Well, they’re
richer, anyway, and they’re a lot prettier. But you’re right, in a way.
I do respect those silly-looking guys from the movie. It
takes passion to act out your fantasy when you’re going to
look so graceless. I’m good at spotting passion—sincerity,
maybe. I spotted you.”
He reached into his pocket, found a piece of scrap paper,
and scribbled his name and address on it—in predictably tiny,
superlegible writing. “For a good time,” he said, “come by,
tomorrow at three.” And then he wandered back into the
party.
Meet Molly Weatherfield!
Molly Weatherfield, the pen name of Pam Rosenthal, is also the author of Safe Word, the sequel to Carrie’s Story. A prolific romance and erotica writer, she has penned many sexy, literate, historical novels. She lives in San Francisco.
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