Ladies' Own Erotica Book

by Kensington Ladies Erotica Society

Two bestsellers from the Kensington Ladies' Erotica SOciety together in one volume!

Genres: Erotica, Fiction, Short Stories, Romance

Hardcover

First published June 1, 1984

Reviews

[suradha · Rating 4 out of 5]

the soft, accepting, non-judgemental gaze of this book makes fully up for the amateur-ish writing! I've enjoyed reading this so so much

[Hope]

Erotic short stories. Not really too graphic. I have considered trying to write some erotica as a quick way to make some money. These tales are actually well-written - much better quality than what I expected.

[Igor Gligorijevic · Rating 3 out of 5]

- Članice Erotičkog društva Kensingtonskih dama svakako valja uvrstiti u onu odabranu družinu pisaca koji pokušavaju da ustanove razliku između muškog i ženskog erotskog iskustva. One su odabrale neobičan pristup svom zadatku.

- Neke od nas su erotične mrvice škrabuckale na kovertima primljene pošte, tokom pauza za ručak, dok su druge ponekoj priči darivale čitave vikende. Sebe smatramo ženama koje su se upustile u eksperiment, i nekako naknadno zapisale i objavile ono što su otkrile...

- Evo skupine nerazmetljivih žena koje nas muškarce mogu da nauče mnogo čemu - kad bismo samo imali smelosti da odustanemo od svoje muške bahatosti, te naučimo da dodirujemo i osećamo i napredujemo čistim čuvstvima. Hajde da mi muškarci prihvatimo njihov izazov i tako upotpunimo seksualnu revoluciju! - Džad Bojton

Odlomci:

- Uputstva za tantrički seks:
1. Muškarac i žena sednu nagi na pod, licem jedno prema drugom. Žena se muškarcu približi što više može, i opkorači ga nogama. Muškarac obuhvati ženu svojim nogama. Ruke im počivaju na kukovima jedno drugog. Oboje nekoliko puta duboko udahnu, zaustave pogled na levom oku onog drugog i meditiraju zajedno, otvorenih očiju, nekih pet do deset minuta.
2. Partneri se nagnu jedno prema drugom, i žena postavlja usta kraj muškarčevog levog uva. Osećajući strujanje njegovog daha, ona mu u uvo ponavlja isti ritam, dišući u njegovom dahu. (Ovu meditaciju raditi pet minuta.) Obrću glave, i muškarac sad ženi u uvo ponavlja ritam njenog disanja. (Raditi pet minuta.) Opet pomere glave. Počinjući svako svojim individualnim ritmom, partneri postepeno postižu zajednički ritam, dišući u jednom dahu. (Nastaviti s ovom meditacijom dok god je ugodna.)
3. Posle nežne ljubavne igre, žena penis u erekciji uvodi u svoju dobro navlaženu vaginu, zadržavajući položaj opisan u vežbama 1. i 2. Periodičnim stezanjem ženinih vaginalnih mišića, i povremenim lakim muškarčevim pokretima, partneri nastoje da penis održe u erekciji bez ritmičnog utiskivanja. Oboje dišu duboko, i jasno osećaju strujanje energije među sobom.



LETNJA KIŠA

Ima doživljaja za koje uzrast nema značaja, čak i kad su sudionici deca, a jedno od te dece ste vi. Ostaje vam samo jedna slika, tik ispod razine svesti, i ništa što vam se potom događa, ma na kom stupnju ljubavi, ne čini se njoj ravnim. Letnja kiša u sušnom San Gabrijelu donosi mnogo uzbuđenja. Prašnjave borove iglice uranjaju u trošnu zemlju, sve obuzima osećaj očekivanja nekog sasvim posebnog događaja; čak je i miris naročit. Kad kiša počinje, ja sam u ovim gorama u brvnari, trinaest mi je godina i zaljubljena sam u pametnjakovića od četrnaest. Sa nama je, naravno, i njegova porodica, njihov sam gost, i skrivam svoja osećanja. Dok kiša pada, sa starinskog fonografa dopiru zvuci sentimentalnih pesama. Reči su budalaste, kao i izveštačeni glasovi koji ih pevaju, ali se često čuje reč “ljubav”, koja odskora za mene ima posebnu moć. Pogled mi zaneto bludi u daljinu, dok se ostali smeju starovremskoj neobičnosti svirke, i zadirkuju me. Čeznem za starim vremenima, kad su trinaestogodišnjakinje smatrane zrelima za udaju, a petnaestogodišnjakinje ponekad umirale na porođaju. Taj kratki, intenzivni život možda je bio bogatiji od sna o ružama, ali ja treba još dugo da poživim, i da za još mnogo koju godinu ne otkrijem svoje polno biće – možda to treba da se dogodi u dvadeset prvoj, a u trinaestoj to izgleda vekovima daleko. U to kišno veče, pošto mu roditelji i sestra jedno za drugim odlaze na počinak, prepuštajući nas svetlosti lampe i vatre koja tihne u užareno ugljevlje, naše oči žele da se sretnu i razbiju naponom nabijeni vazduh. Ali nas iznenada obuzima neobjašnjiv srah, pa ćutke odlučujemo da zaigramo. Plešemo vrlo dobro, jer smo pohađali posebne časove, i ponosimo se time, ali pazimo da se ples ne pretvori u zagrljaj. Pa ipak, njegovi prsti na mom pasu gore kao zalutala žeravica, i, kad fonograf uspori i stane, nijedno od nas se ne pomera da ga navije. Kiša sad vrlo bučno juri niz suve oluke. Kao da nam sve zemne poruke govore da se zbližimo, i oči nam se konačno sreću u taj dugo odlagani pogled. No, čuje se kako se ukućani još kreću pred leganje, i podsećaju nas da nismo sami na svetu. Na indijansku zastirku ispada žiška, hitam da je uklonim, dok on ponovo namešta fonograf. Električni trenutak je prošao. Pravimo sebi toplu čokoladu, i raspravljamo o meteorologiji kišne oluje. Najzad, on je vrlo obdaren prirodnjak, a kiša se ne može posmatrati samo sa romantične strane. Prirodne pojave zauzimaju dobar deo naših svakodnevnih razgovora i razmišljanja, jer oboje žarko verujemo da će sve što čovek u kosmosu može da opazi jednog dana biti razjašnjeno. Kad nam se sasvim prispava, rastajemo se kod vrata njegove spavaće sobe, a laku-noć poljubac nam je mek i čulan koliko i kratak. Čak se i mlada ljubav umara i traži odmor više nego ispunjenje.
Kad se oko tri noću budim sama i izgubljena, znam da se nešto užasno događa. U sobi je gusta pomrčina, i muk, ali sam sigurna da me je to probudio nekakav snažan zvuk. Onda osetim kako zemlja huji i bruji kroz podne grede, pa nagore kroz stari gvozdeni krevet i pravo u moje kosti. Prolama se neizmeran prasak, i seva najjači blesak koji se može zamisliti: svaki predmet u sobi dobija svetleći venac. Iznenada, užasna lomljava udara u moj krevet, u pod, u sobu, u krov. Napolju, praskavi odjeci se kotrljaju uz i niz planinske strane i gube se u dolini, pojačavajući jedan drugi. Prestrašena sam i opčinjena, iskačem iz kreveta da osmotrim ovaj sudnji dan, tapkam bosa do prozora. Dok pred njim stojim u svojoj dečjoj flanelskoj pidžami, koja je nekako neprimetno postala i devojačka, odjednom sam svesna da neko stoji iza mene. U ovakvoj noći spremna sam da vidim i utvaru, ali to je poznati, odskora produbljeni glas koji šapuće, “Možda je munja pogodila brvnaru - nije bilo razmaka između svetlosti i groma”. Njegove me ruke obgrljuju, i njegovo se drago toplo telo privija uz moje uzdrhtale udove. Dugo očekujemo šta će uslediti, bilo sa munjom bilo sa našim nedopuštenim zagrljajem, ali se ništa ne događa. “Hajdemo u krevet - smrzla si se”, šapuće. Bez premišljanja razastiremo hladne čaršave, i ležemo zajedno drhteći u gužvi starih vunenih ćebadi i dotrajalih perjanih jastuka. Samo jednom bacamo pogled na vrata – dobro su zatvorena i zamandaljena - i tokom cele kišne noći više i ne pomišljamo da bi neko mogao ući. Smesta potpuno obgrljujemo jedno drugo rukama i nogama, obrazima i slepoočnicama, šakama i kosom. Prijatnost uzajamnog prisustva je neodoljiva. Prestajem da drhtim, telom počinje da mi se razliva slatka toplota. Napolju nepogoda i dalje besni, ali je već manje strašna, povlači se polako duž brda ka dolini. Naše se usne dodiruju i razdvajaju. “Znaš da nećemo da uradimo ništa što ne treba”, kaže on. Znamo, jer smo o tome već razgovarali, nadugačko i filozofski: ljubav je svemir i njegova sunca; požuda je mračna strana planeta. Nismo sigurni kako se sveprožimna žudnja koju sad oboje osećamo uklapa u taj svemir, ali znamo da u njemu mora biti mesta za ovaj vid pogrešnosti. Ispunjava nas poverenje, a ta se vera ne može izneveriti. Sati prolaze, a mi ležimo spleteni, ovlaš se pomerajući da se bolje namestimo, otkopčanih pidžama tako da se svojom toplom ploti naslanjamo jedno na drugo. Padamo u dremež, trzamo se, ponovo zaspivamo. Usne se dodiruju i sastavljaju u bezbrojnim poljupcima. Jezici laze preko očnih kapaka i ušnih resica, i dodiruju jedan drugi. Nožni prsti dodiruju nožne prste. Kolena i laktovi se taru u potrazi za mekoćom. Zaobljene šake miluju okrugline. Jagodice mojih prstiju stiskaju i puštaju njegovu uzbuđenost. Njegovi prsti prate nagibe mojih toplih špilja i šupljina, oklevajući dok ja zapadam u san. Budimo se da dovršimo milovanja prekinuta snom. Kad zora zabeli u nežnim prelivima, oluja je samo slabi odjek u daljini, a naš svet ovde sav promočen kišom, tih i spokojan. Dugo posmatram njegovo drago usnulo lice, pa tonem u san, da bih se probudila i videla kako on mene posmatra. Onda se odjednom izmiče i nestaje. Sada tek tonem u krepak san kakvim nisam cele noći spavala, i u deset se cela porodica uzrujava pred mojim vratima, pokušavajući da me probudi. Čuje se samo jedno pitanje, “Kako si mogla da spavaš po tako užasnom nevremenu?” i, “Ah, mladost!” njegove majke. Kasnije sam čula da smo to bili doživeli letnju oluju neviđenu za te krajeve, koja je ušla u mesne priče sa svojim počupanim drvećem, srušenim brvnarama, i izbrisanim putevima. Ali, u mojoj privatnoj priči ostalo je sećanje na dva zagrljena tela, dubinu bliskosti naših prepletenih obličja, apsolutno poverenje, i unutarnju silinu sreće zbog zajedništva. Dugo pošto je kraj te ljubavi već izbledeo u mom sećanju, uspomena na nju uporno se vraćala i prkosila svim potonjim trenucima predavanja i zanosa. Ništa, nikad ništa više nije bilo slično toj letnjoj oluji u trinaestoj.

6/10

[Phrodrick slowed his growing backlog · Rating 3 out of 5]

It is unfair to subject The Kensington Ladies' Erotica Society, two book compendium titled; Ladies' Own Erotica Book; to a full analysis, but it has me thinking. Before going into all of that. Bottom line first-the Ladies' Own Erotica Book contains both volumes of the KLES collected writings. Reading them together was a bad choice. The first volume is either the better of the two, or maybe either one is all a reader will need to best celebrate the joie de vivre and a secret peek into the sexual thoughts of the real lady next door. Clearly this is not a book most will want to read to the very young, but I can see open minded parents using it to open healthy dialogue with children as they pass out of the YA reading category. This is hardly the most arousing sex book in publication, but it is about recognizing individual female sexual responses. Going beyond the delicate matter of the young reader, it is fun even if rather mild and heavily slanted toward the more center of the road expression of sexuality.

The women had as their goal to write about what turned them on so as to provide a distinctively female point of view on a topic entirely dominated by men. Certainly, a worthy goal. That they were this open among themselves deserves respect. That they chose to go public long before there was a wide field of female erotica and female directors of porn movies also deserves respect. But, by book 2 it was clear that these women were holding back. They may be anonymous to us, they were not so among themselves.

This does not mean they could not develop any heat. A few stories were more than a tease. In one a woman, clearly not young nor especially pretty has her moment, alone in a hot tub. Hot is correct. In another, longer fantasy story a married woman has a spontaneous moment with another woman, on a remote beech and the plot becomes complex.

As a man of a certain age, I can only wish that something like this had been handed to me when I was wasting time trying to understand what women want. The book proves that the question is as wrongheaded as any effort to demand of a large group of humans that they share one particular need. That said by book two I was getting frustrated with the too often coy and obviously incomplete handling of the author’s subject.

For example, the sensuous cooking recipes were initially cute and sounded that much more delicious for the mixing of ingredients with appeals to the sexual senses. By the second book they got to be too much and too predictable.

The point of these selections seems to be that “the act”, need not be present on the page for the author to be aroused. In this I am reminded of a recent comedy, wherein the female lead finds herself in a world build on all of her romantic needs. Money, fashions, respect at work and of course a succession of hunks. All wining and dinning and flowers, candles, jewels, and cut to the next morning. At some point quite frustrating to the woman having so many of her other needs met. The song may have been; “ I’d rather kiss than do the act”. But I am not convinced that that is all that women want.

I am reading Nancy Fridays’ Forbidden Flowers. The unnecessary follow-up to her original, My Secret Garden. It is extremely clear that the female sexual mind can be far more explicit than anything from The Kensington Ladies.

There is also a technical error some of the ladies seem to have taken on. There is a difference between erotic and sensual. Something can appeal to the senses in a very rich or carnal way, without meaning sexual arousal. One woman describes an intense moment she experienced happening up a wolf in the wild. She was entirely vulnerable and had the animal attacked her story would have had an abrupt terrible ending. She describes that as a very sensual moment. She may have been very aroused, more likely her senses were engaged in a way not entirely the same as the way she would have them tuned before having sex. The world is experienced via the senses. Individually we may respond to various combinations of inputs in ways of varying intensity. But not all such combinations are necessarily going to yield an erotic response. Though your experience may vary.

[John · Rating 3 out of 5]

The book is the product of a 10 member women's social club organized
around ones existing or group enhanced fantasy life, and writing short
(2-4 page on average) snippets of imagination (or personal history), which
were then edited into the pages of the book. The range of tone and subject
varies significantly. Some portions, to me, were very endearing -- others
less so, for persons who must be professional writers addicted to displaying
their usage of a barrage of large words. The tail end provides a self portrait
of each participant, that might be useful as a follow-up for understanding
the personal revelation with the corresponding fantasies.

About half way through, I wrote the following as a reaction to what I had read:
A veritable spread of tastes and experiences, that, taken one by one as a
whole, are a kaleidoscope of emotions, redolent with color, interspersed
with occasional feeding frenzies on streams of large words. Short vignettes
are given to easily entice ones attentions as bedtime stories.
Word frolic and sweet dreams ensue.

[Elizabeth · Rating 4 out of 5]

Ladies' Home Erotica: Tales, Recipes, and Other Mischiefs by Older Women (Paperback)
by Kensington Ladies' Erotica Society

2nd copy bought 12/19/2013 at goodwill for $2.99
3rd copy, dogeared, bought 3/8/2014 at goodwill for $2.99

[Marcia · Rating 2 out of 5]

This was recommended reading from somewhere, don't remember where. While this might have been fun to write, not so much reading it. Many of the stories were tedious and I din't find any of them erotic.

[Melissa]

These stories are a hoot! OK, a little racy, or a lot racy but just delightful!

[surfurbian · Rating 4 out of 5]

Yeah baby these older chicks got it going on!

[Kay Baird · Rating 2 out of 5]

Their first collection, written when they were in their 40s.

[Lynda · Rating 1 out of 5]

This book is written as if 80 yr old women were possessed by 11 yr old girls not erotic lit at all more like bible school romantic novels...

[ashes ➷ · Rating 3 out of 5]

(3.5)

Now why was this drastically less of a disappointment compared to half the erotica I read. Super fun to look at what a bunch older straight gals were writing! Nothing really moved me (...) but that's par for the course at this point; I'm much more interested in the variety of stories here and the general sweetness of the collection.

[Judy]

With a pink cover, of course, this book is really wimpy erotica interlaced with recipes. The stories are long on imaginary unmentioned possibilities and short on orgasms.