Probably within the first year that Mr. Bell’s amazing invention was on the market and used by the general public, phone sex was first practiced. Even the presence of an operator that could, at any time, eves drop on any and all conversations wouldn’t deter the caller from his (or her) path. With the appearance of the cell phone and the ability to communicate anywhere and everywhere has only served to increase this age old practice of phone sex. The 1949 publishing of the dystopian novel 1984 by George Orwell, predicted closer government control in the, not so distant, future. In spite of the Big Brother fears, universally shared by most citizens of the Western World, increasing government controls on its citizens have increased.
This short story is about a woman engaging in phone sex on her way back from a business meeting. Going into the nitty gritty of their conversation would be a spoiler and keep potential readers from reading this story. That isn’t my goal. Instead of expounding on the erotic aspects of this tale I would rather illuminate on the social side. Censorship is a necessity but one that walks a fine line. Symbols and ratings attached to movies to inform parents what they can expect from the film before their children watch it is good; banning it simply because it doesn’t conform to the norm is nothing short of criminal. I enjoyed the story behind the scenes and would gladly recommend it to every ADULT reader as (even through the BEEPS) the actions are both plain and revealing.
As a postscript I might add: My mood isn’t decided by my underwear (or absence of it) and if some of you out there don’t agree then this is certainly a book to be added to your TBR list.