Oh, you don’t want to go all fifty shades and tie your own ass to the bed and wait for master to arrive? Then Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland is the book for you.
I love to read and I love sex. No particular order required. Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland gives me both and just the way I want it, wild, wonderful and with just a touch of fairy tale madness.
Duchamp has taken an old stand by and dirtied it up without removing the fantastical aspect of the original. Who on earth can fall that far down a rabbit hole? A hole that leads to a land of debauchery, wild characters, even wilder sex, fabulous asses, and satisfaction for all concerned. A land where everyone’s getting a whole lot of something something just the way they want it. Well, as it turns out, soon to be very dirty Alice can topple down that dark tunnel and when she gets there fulfill many a lustful need, including her own. Anal, flogging, spanking, public nakedness, nipple pinching, and the absolute connectedness of agony and ecstasy, (and that’s just the half of it) are all covered in delicious detail. Alice is one tired sore individual by book’s end.
Obviously Ms. Duchamp is riding the coat tails of the Fifty Shades phenomenon, but makes no bones about it. Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland is what it is: A total parody. One that entertains, informs, and is totally hot.
(and who can resist this cover? )