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Something Fishy

By: Adonia
folder Romance › General
Rating: Adult ++
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Something Fishy

Something Fishy


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Prologue

Heroines in fairy tales often have a period of waiting in the middle of their life. Sleeping Beauty slept for a hundred years; Snow White spent some time dead; Rapunzel was stuck in that damn tower. It is always a man who ends this period of wait. Freudian scholars tell us that this period is actually when the young woman featured in the story achieves sexual maturity. In other words, the stories are all about puberty. (Oh my God! I have breasts! And the handsome prince likes them! Oh, take me for a ride on your magnificent—er—steed!)

Other heroines are afraid of sex, as in “The Frog Prince.” Admit it, frogs are pretty scary. Would you want to kiss one? And that princess had promised to sleep with it too! Makes you want to shudder, doesn’t it. (Eww, it’s slimy! Will it give me warts?) But she keeps her promise and kisses him, and what do you know? She discovers the revolting frog is actually a hottie. Fascinating that her dad doesn’t hear the news until the next morning, isn’t it?

I could also point out Belle in “Beauty and the Beast.” Girl is afraid of big hairy beast. Gosh, he’s powerful and scary. Have I mentioned he’s big? But girl tames that sexual animal, and marries him, and they make lots of babies.

Or, have you ever seen Into the Woods? Where Little Red Riding Hood’s wolf is, ah, biologically correct? That’s right. Major sexual predator.

Oh yes. Men are animals, and we love it, don’t we ladies?

This isn’t one of those stories.

Exactly.

But don’t worry—it’s still about sex. Who am I to break with tradition? Like the beginning...
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