The Frost Zone
Jason Frost
PYNK
Every once in a while, when reading
an erotic novel I stop fantasizing about
the characters and start fantasizing
about the author. This is one of those
times. In ‘Politics. Escorts. Blackmail.”
Pynk gives us a book that is so chock
full of sex that you wonder if she wrote
this while engaged in it. You know how
sometimes a reporter will visit a war
torn country to get the “real story”? Or
how an actor might starve themselves
for an important role? I’m thinking
Pynk might have been naked with some
lucky man giving her some tongue lovin’ while she
was writing.
Oh it can happen. Pynk sitting at her desk after a
nice long bath, her body still warm from the water…
her skin still perfumed with the smell of sensuous
bath oils… her little lady shaved and smooth. She
picks up her phone and sends me… I mean sends
this unknown and unnamed guy an iMessage that
says simply “inspire me”. How else could she pen
such a sexually charged story?
And please do not pick up this book if you only
jumped on the erotic bandwagon because of that
weak ’50 Shades’ sh*t. This here is erotic for grown