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The Butcher and Other Erotica
A young Frenchwoman tells the sensual, erotic story of her summer affair with the butcher for whom she works in a sensuous and erotic novel by the author of Lucie au Long Cours.
192 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1988
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Alina Reyes
68 books19 followersAlina Reyes is the pen-name of Aline Patricia Nardone, a French writer best known for her literary treatment of eroticism.
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May 18, 2012
Do It Yourself Erotica Part 1
Rodney sat on the [chair/couch/banana lounge/bean bag] and signalled to the [barrista/waitress/unemployed actress/ online book reviewer] that he was ready for another [coffee/martini/line of coke/red cordial].
She laughed. “How are you going to pay for it? You just exceeded your [limit/time/credit/budget] here.”
“Ha,” he laughed. “Would you believe this is all I’ve got left?”
His thumb pulled down his [trouser belt/dressing gown/ bathers/ stockings] to reveal a massive [gun/wallet/not quite flaccid penis/ chest].
“You know that’ll get you nowhere with me,” she said. “Once bitten, twice shy.”
Rodney looked her up and down, still interested, and responded, “Thrice smitten.”
“You wish,” she said, as she twisted on the tips of her toes and headed towards the bar.
Wendy watched the woman for long enough to see her turn around, hoping that Rodney hadn’t removed his thumb yet.
Both women were in luck. Not suspecting who was watching very much, Rodney had revealed his [steely abs/ butterfly tattoo/ fast receding flaccidity/ three digit intellect].
Wendy had seen enough. Her [book/iPad /cocktail/bong] fell through her hands and struck the floor, not quite smashing, but reverberating like a [gunshot/slap on the face/smack on the bottom/Texan yodel].
By the time Rodney had traced the source of the commotion, all he could see was Wendy leaning over, revealing her [tight calves/ hot ass / voluptuous breasts/bare naked sex].
Rodney stood, gallantly, knowing that now there was no way he could hide his [weapon/wealth/ manhood/adequacy] from this woman he could tell must be Wendy, because it was written so above.
When he arrived at her side, she placed her hand on his [public/private/ erogenous/discomfort] zone and enquired, “Is this for me?”
Rodney didn’t have time to reply. By the time his mind had thought up a response, Wendy had gripped his [belt/gown/cock/ponytail] and determined to remove it and its attachments to her [penthouse/room/ cupboard/lair], where she would extract from them every last possible [pleasure/delight/ squirt/drop] she could imagine without [exploding/coming/ conceiving/deceiving] excessively.
Wendy gathered her possessions and all her [wits/tits/bits/titbits] about her. Fortunately, no one else accompanied them in the lift up to her [penthouse/room/cupboard/lair].
It afforded Wendy a brief moment of opportunity to lower herself to the floor of the lift and assess how much pleasure could yet be retrieved in this private moment of opportunity from her [book/iPad /cocktail/bong].
The question proved to be academic or at least too difficult for Wendy and Rodney to comprehend in the fleeting shortness of the duration available to them.
As Wendy knelt on all fours, Rodney proved unable to resist the temptation to [inspect his face in the mirror/slide his cock back inside his underpants/check his breath/scratch his balls].
No sooner had Rodney attended to his most immediate needs than the lift announced that they had arrived at their destination, “Hello, you have arrived at your destination.”
Wendy dragged Rodney out of the lift by his [hand/ponytail/ earlobe/ nipple ring].
It was a short [walk/nudge/slide/drag] to her room, before she opened the door and [pushed/eased/dropped/flung] Rodney onto the parquetry floor.
“I need to have a shower,” Rodney pleaded.
“OK,” Wendy replied, thinking she might slip into something more [slippery/comfortable/ demure/sexy].
The door to the bathroom didn’t close fully, she’d wondered whether she should complain to the management, but still somehow now it attracted her attention.
Inside, she could see Rodney, naked, soaping his [hands/anus/ navel/ penis], then caressing his thick dark [locks/chest hair/ nose/ penis].
“Can I help you with that,” she asked, “Would you believe I’m a [hairdresser/masseur/ elite escort/ patent attorney]?”
He turned, surprised, in her direction, but didn’t need to say anything to make his point.
Wendy slipped out of her [g-string/gown/body oil/lab coat] and joined Rodney in the warm shower.
Almost immediately, they fell to the floor and embraced each other.
Wendy arched her back and started to suck Rodney’s [earlobe/nostril/ sex/ left testacle].
Rodney [laughed/screamed/ cried/coughed] anxiously. What was she going to do to him?
She took it in her hand and started to [pull/slap/squeeze/ scratch] him rhythmically.
He couldn’t resist her master stroke. “Oops,” he ejaculated, as the [warm/ living/ magical/ holy] substance escaped violently and landed on [the ceiling/ the wall/ her midriff/ the nape of her neck where regrettably she could not see it].
He climbed up on [a ladder/his feet/ his knees/ the white enamel rim of the bathtub] and meticulously [licked/ wiped up/ toweled dry/pooled] his life-giving essence.
“What about me?” she asked.
He stretched her out on the warm wet tiles and began planting [kisses/ caresses/ little plastic soldiers/shrubs] all over her body.
He lifted her hips with both hands and thrust his [slender/fat/ elegant/ knobbly]fingers into her [hollow/navel/ mouth/buttocks], before noticing that she had fallen asleep.
She awoke in bed to the sound of [rain/Christian Television/ the blender/a power tool].
She was so happy, rested and dry, she wondered whether she had found a man who could fix [global warming/her weary soul/ a cup of coffee/the bathroom door].
She sighed, a signal that he took as an invitation to return to the inviting warmth of the bed that invited him so much.
Soon he was next to her, looking her in the eyes, gently, lovingly guiding her hand towards [the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice/the cappuccino/the Saturday Arts and Book Review/his cock].
He loves me, he cares for me, he wants to please me, he wants me back again, she heard the former porn actress on the TV recite from memory.
She drew him [close/out/in pencil/until he was monstrously elongated], raised herself a little and put her arms around him.
He took her head in his enormous non-threatening hands and [cradled it/massaged it/tilted it back until it could go no further/swiveled it 365 degrees like in The Exorcist].
He took her mouth, lovingly, generously parted her lips and inserted more than a mouthful of [orange juice/coffee/ vegemite on toast/himself].
Then he guided her petite ski-slope nose all the way downhill into his [mouth/ear hole/ buttocks/navel].
She resisted, understandably, and mounted him instead. He remained on his back, ever considerate, determined not to crush her.
He looked at [her eyes/ her breasts/ the walls/ his balls] in the ceiling mirror and noticed how vibrant and dizzy his world had become.
She was going too fast, no she wasn’t, oops, yes she was.
They came together that morning, again and again, hundreds of times, [their fluids mingled/their moans blended/ their minds united/their souls fused], so adhesively no mortal could ever tear them apart.
When they awoke, it was mid-afternoon.
“Darling, would you like to go to the [museum/ art gallery/ opera/ movies]?”
“Yes, I suppose it’s our last day here,” Rodney replied. “It’s time someone else entertained us.”
Soundtrack:
Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Breathless
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjiRYS...
"The Everyday Grinderman's Erratic Guide to Existencilist Erotica"
This is one of two parts of the Erratic Guide to Existencilist Erotica.
Part 2 is here:
http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...
Rodney sat on the [chair/couch/banana lounge/bean bag] and signalled to the [barrista/waitress/unemployed actress/ online book reviewer] that he was ready for another [coffee/martini/line of coke/red cordial].
She laughed. “How are you going to pay for it? You just exceeded your [limit/time/credit/budget] here.”
“Ha,” he laughed. “Would you believe this is all I’ve got left?”
His thumb pulled down his [trouser belt/dressing gown/ bathers/ stockings] to reveal a massive [gun/wallet/not quite flaccid penis/ chest].
“You know that’ll get you nowhere with me,” she said. “Once bitten, twice shy.”
Rodney looked her up and down, still interested, and responded, “Thrice smitten.”
“You wish,” she said, as she twisted on the tips of her toes and headed towards the bar.
Wendy watched the woman for long enough to see her turn around, hoping that Rodney hadn’t removed his thumb yet.
Both women were in luck. Not suspecting who was watching very much, Rodney had revealed his [steely abs/ butterfly tattoo/ fast receding flaccidity/ three digit intellect].
Wendy had seen enough. Her [book/iPad /cocktail/bong] fell through her hands and struck the floor, not quite smashing, but reverberating like a [gunshot/slap on the face/smack on the bottom/Texan yodel].
By the time Rodney had traced the source of the commotion, all he could see was Wendy leaning over, revealing her [tight calves/ hot ass / voluptuous breasts/bare naked sex].
Rodney stood, gallantly, knowing that now there was no way he could hide his [weapon/wealth/ manhood/adequacy] from this woman he could tell must be Wendy, because it was written so above.
When he arrived at her side, she placed her hand on his [public/private/ erogenous/discomfort] zone and enquired, “Is this for me?”
Rodney didn’t have time to reply. By the time his mind had thought up a response, Wendy had gripped his [belt/gown/cock/ponytail] and determined to remove it and its attachments to her [penthouse/room/ cupboard/lair], where she would extract from them every last possible [pleasure/delight/ squirt/drop] she could imagine without [exploding/coming/ conceiving/deceiving] excessively.
Wendy gathered her possessions and all her [wits/tits/bits/titbits] about her. Fortunately, no one else accompanied them in the lift up to her [penthouse/room/cupboard/lair].
It afforded Wendy a brief moment of opportunity to lower herself to the floor of the lift and assess how much pleasure could yet be retrieved in this private moment of opportunity from her [book/iPad /cocktail/bong].
The question proved to be academic or at least too difficult for Wendy and Rodney to comprehend in the fleeting shortness of the duration available to them.
As Wendy knelt on all fours, Rodney proved unable to resist the temptation to [inspect his face in the mirror/slide his cock back inside his underpants/check his breath/scratch his balls].
No sooner had Rodney attended to his most immediate needs than the lift announced that they had arrived at their destination, “Hello, you have arrived at your destination.”
Wendy dragged Rodney out of the lift by his [hand/ponytail/ earlobe/ nipple ring].
It was a short [walk/nudge/slide/drag] to her room, before she opened the door and [pushed/eased/dropped/flung] Rodney onto the parquetry floor.
“I need to have a shower,” Rodney pleaded.
“OK,” Wendy replied, thinking she might slip into something more [slippery/comfortable/ demure/sexy].
The door to the bathroom didn’t close fully, she’d wondered whether she should complain to the management, but still somehow now it attracted her attention.
Inside, she could see Rodney, naked, soaping his [hands/anus/ navel/ penis], then caressing his thick dark [locks/chest hair/ nose/ penis].
“Can I help you with that,” she asked, “Would you believe I’m a [hairdresser/masseur/ elite escort/ patent attorney]?”
He turned, surprised, in her direction, but didn’t need to say anything to make his point.
Wendy slipped out of her [g-string/gown/body oil/lab coat] and joined Rodney in the warm shower.
Almost immediately, they fell to the floor and embraced each other.
Wendy arched her back and started to suck Rodney’s [earlobe/nostril/ sex/ left testacle].
Rodney [laughed/screamed/ cried/coughed] anxiously. What was she going to do to him?
She took it in her hand and started to [pull/slap/squeeze/ scratch] him rhythmically.
He couldn’t resist her master stroke. “Oops,” he ejaculated, as the [warm/ living/ magical/ holy] substance escaped violently and landed on [the ceiling/ the wall/ her midriff/ the nape of her neck where regrettably she could not see it].
He climbed up on [a ladder/his feet/ his knees/ the white enamel rim of the bathtub] and meticulously [licked/ wiped up/ toweled dry/pooled] his life-giving essence.
“What about me?” she asked.
He stretched her out on the warm wet tiles and began planting [kisses/ caresses/ little plastic soldiers/shrubs] all over her body.
He lifted her hips with both hands and thrust his [slender/fat/ elegant/ knobbly]fingers into her [hollow/navel/ mouth/buttocks], before noticing that she had fallen asleep.
She awoke in bed to the sound of [rain/Christian Television/ the blender/a power tool].
She was so happy, rested and dry, she wondered whether she had found a man who could fix [global warming/her weary soul/ a cup of coffee/the bathroom door].
She sighed, a signal that he took as an invitation to return to the inviting warmth of the bed that invited him so much.
Soon he was next to her, looking her in the eyes, gently, lovingly guiding her hand towards [the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice/the cappuccino/the Saturday Arts and Book Review/his cock].
He loves me, he cares for me, he wants to please me, he wants me back again, she heard the former porn actress on the TV recite from memory.
She drew him [close/out/in pencil/until he was monstrously elongated], raised herself a little and put her arms around him.
He took her head in his enormous non-threatening hands and [cradled it/massaged it/tilted it back until it could go no further/swiveled it 365 degrees like in The Exorcist].
He took her mouth, lovingly, generously parted her lips and inserted more than a mouthful of [orange juice/coffee/ vegemite on toast/himself].
Then he guided her petite ski-slope nose all the way downhill into his [mouth/ear hole/ buttocks/navel].
She resisted, understandably, and mounted him instead. He remained on his back, ever considerate, determined not to crush her.
He looked at [her eyes/ her breasts/ the walls/ his balls] in the ceiling mirror and noticed how vibrant and dizzy his world had become.
She was going too fast, no she wasn’t, oops, yes she was.
They came together that morning, again and again, hundreds of times, [their fluids mingled/their moans blended/ their minds united/their souls fused], so adhesively no mortal could ever tear them apart.
When they awoke, it was mid-afternoon.
“Darling, would you like to go to the [museum/ art gallery/ opera/ movies]?”
“Yes, I suppose it’s our last day here,” Rodney replied. “It’s time someone else entertained us.”
Soundtrack:
Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Breathless
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjiRYS...
"The Everyday Grinderman's Erratic Guide to Existencilist Erotica"
This is one of two parts of the Erratic Guide to Existencilist Erotica.
Part 2 is here:
http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...
July 20, 2012
Beautiful, lyrical, poetic, erotic, dreamy . . . these are but a few of the words that come to mind when describing Reyes The Butcher. The Butcher is sexy and evocative but in a very real way. The imagery and the apropos descriptors of the novel make it a lush, sensual read that goes straight to your head.
January 6, 2011
Raw and earthy, dreamlike, beautiful. Altogether wonderful.
August 30, 2015
It is my firm conviction that what separates an erotic literature from cheap porn, is the fact that it doesn't focus too much on satiating one's need to dwell on some fantasy. It is supposed to treat lust as another need and a human being's experience to a world of joy, dismay, anguish, salvation, cruelty and perverse to unearth the hidden thing which is being submerged in the name of taboo. 'The Butcher' is far from it, most of the titular story reads like a fetish porn. Alina Reyes goes to abstract things now and then, such as comparing a butchered animal's flesh with human soul et al. Somehow all her literary intentions stay disjointed. It may look good in original French, otherwise it wouldn't have received the acclaim it did.
Why four stars if I hated that story that much? Fortunately titular story occupies one third of the book only, rest of the book is of the accompanying novella 'Lucie's Long Voyage.' It is allegorical, mystic, prose is poetic, protagonist is a bit of nihilist, whatever lacking in the former is amassed here, with zero percent porn treatment. While thinking about the theme, it brought back the story of Shantanu & Ganga in Mahabharata to my mind.
Wish the first story were as good as the second one.
Why four stars if I hated that story that much? Fortunately titular story occupies one third of the book only, rest of the book is of the accompanying novella 'Lucie's Long Voyage.' It is allegorical, mystic, prose is poetic, protagonist is a bit of nihilist, whatever lacking in the former is amassed here, with zero percent porn treatment. While thinking about the theme, it brought back the story of Shantanu & Ganga in Mahabharata to my mind.
Wish the first story were as good as the second one.
February 24, 2015
Ποιητική γλώσσα. Απρόσμενες δυνατές εικόνες, μερικές φορες σοκαριστικές με τον ρεαλισμό τους. Εσωτερικός μονόλογος με καταβύθιση στο γυναικείο υποσυνείδητο. Κάτι αναμεσα σε ημερολογιακές σελίδες και νουβέλα ψυχαναλυτικου περιεχομένου.
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March 6, 2009
sexy ugly bloody. Maybe that should be 4 stars cuz the writing's pretty tight (no euphemism intended) - although it's a translation.
March 12, 2013
Actual literature vs 50 Shades of .......
November 14, 2008
I didn't realize until shortly after I began reading this book that it's really an extended poem. The author's style evokes a profound imagery which was very evocative of time and space and feeling of a particular situation. She definitely finds beauty in ugliness (or at the very least, desirability)!
July 11, 2019
An ecstatic assemblage of wonton sensuality.
May 14, 2022
3.5 stars
The Butcher, a story of a university student working at a butcher's shop in Summer is an underrated gem! Amazing descriptions, very sensual, very evocative. The story has somewhat a somber tone, feeling of doom, and ends in surreal and darkly spirited way.
Lucy's Long Voyage is quite bizarre. I wouldn't describe it as erotica, more like an odd story with erotic elements to it, which in itself doesn't bother me too much. What does is this jarring switch in 1st person POV half way through, when a different character starts telling his story but in the same voice as the original narrator.
The Butcher, a story of a university student working at a butcher's shop in Summer is an underrated gem! Amazing descriptions, very sensual, very evocative. The story has somewhat a somber tone, feeling of doom, and ends in surreal and darkly spirited way.
Lucy's Long Voyage is quite bizarre. I wouldn't describe it as erotica, more like an odd story with erotic elements to it, which in itself doesn't bother me too much. What does is this jarring switch in 1st person POV half way through, when a different character starts telling his story but in the same voice as the original narrator.
April 2, 2014
First off this is not the book I expected--I guess I misread the summary but I decided to read it anyway. Worst book I've ever read. Made no sense at all to me and rambled on about nothing I could follow.
January 3, 2021
Alina Reyes' "The Butcher" was my first position to modern time erotica. It is shocking and obscene, but also quite intriguing and has a lot of allegoric meaning leaving the reader unsettled but also in reflection on the book. Still have not read the other parts.
July 28, 2011
its was a great book. the two stories were very different but complainted each other well. And was a lot more then sex.
August 3, 2011
This novel was so confusing that I can't consider it erotic because I simply had no idea what was going on.
July 8, 2022
Mm this one was kind of weird.
During 'The Butcher' a lot of the times I had no idea what was happening, in both stories (which btw, there is no "and other erotica", there's only "and Lucie's Long Voyage because we needed to extend this book in order to make it sell properly") the writing sometimes became very boring making me leave the book alone for a while before attempting to come back to it. That's why I have no clue when I started reading this book.
Like the main comment says, 'The Butcher' is literally just a cliché, I liked it but it is absolutely nothing special.
Also, does anyone actually care about the whole Daniel side plot? Not me.
During 'The Butcher' a lot of the times I had no idea what was happening, in both stories (which btw, there is no "and other erotica", there's only "and Lucie's Long Voyage because we needed to extend this book in order to make it sell properly") the writing sometimes became very boring making me leave the book alone for a while before attempting to come back to it. That's why I have no clue when I started reading this book.
Like the main comment says, 'The Butcher' is literally just a cliché, I liked it but it is absolutely nothing special.
Also, does anyone actually care about the whole Daniel side plot? Not me.
January 27, 2026
3 for The butcher, <3 for the two other stories.
July 27, 2026
What a fever dream.
April 19, 2026
Title story was gross and a yawn. Another example of a common type of erotica where a young woman is pestered by a nasty older man - not my thing, I got nothing from it.
However, I was totally fascinated and moved by the first half of the other novella, as the narrator is irresistibly compelled into the wilderness and starts behaving like a beast. I was on my toes the whole time and loving it, but when the heroine abruptly returned to civilisation it lost me. Some interesting moments and I respect that the narrative was never predictable, but after the bear section nothing resonated for me.
However, I was totally fascinated and moved by the first half of the other novella, as the narrator is irresistibly compelled into the wilderness and starts behaving like a beast. I was on my toes the whole time and loving it, but when the heroine abruptly returned to civilisation it lost me. Some interesting moments and I respect that the narrative was never predictable, but after the bear section nothing resonated for me.
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