Naturally, “indecent” is very totally highly completely subjective. Hell, they’re still trying to ban (almost) universally acclaimed classic literature in Kansas over skewed/manipulated definitions of “indecent.” Editor Tyler notes this in her intro, but offers no specific take on it, no definition. That leaves it wide-open to the reader alone to determine what is decent, and then what is indecent, with the unstated yet obvious conclusion being that Tyler considers the stories in this collection to be describing and exploring delightfully indecent activities.
You get some wet play, a female tease, explicit erotic photography, quite a bit of BDSM w/ spanking (of course--yawn), very public sex, a naughty priest, a death-obsessed goth, some rentboy action, a coffee shop seduction, and more. You get 15 stores in 135 pages; it’s all short, quick and very directly to the sexual point. The content and language is full-on adult, for the 18+ crowd.
One of the spanking stories is an interesting one, in that it combines with phone sex to have her dom directing her to minster to herself over the phone. This is a nice new take on a very old theme. Indecent? No, but an enjoyable story.
I liked the story where the mother of two who notes at the local swinger party the two girls who “always wind up going above and beyond the call of naked duty.” It’s a pretty predictable swingers/club story, as the mom becomes a “visitor in [their] glorious lesbian playground”—nice wordplay. Indecent? No, but another good story.
“Have a Nice Day” is a real winner, a tale of a guy who’s laid out an incredibly well-planned mid-morning sexual adventure for his lady, right through her office, out to the street and into a waiting car. And it does get downright indecent, right there in the midtown traffic. Score!
In “A Genuine Motherf-----“Nina’s nylons emit a “sibilant whisper;” that’s good stuff, a lady in nylons noticing their wonderful presence and feel, and their effect on a man. But Nina’s dedicated kink of finding and getting off on the male shame of exposing his deeply protected kink left a bad taste. Here’s to those who work with their partner to explore something all new and different, even those deeper, more esoteric and very highly personal kinks—supportive and together—but to seek out and find arousal and satisfaction in the “pain, the shame, the humiliation” of “knowledge of his filthy little secret” isn’t I for indecent, it’s C for “cruel.”
“The Things You Do When You’re in Love” is an interesting and engaging tale of young folks discovering and exploring their more far-afield, esoteric thrills, working diligently and consciously to make each other sexually happy while at the same time having the confidence and maturity to admit that their seemingly twisted and wild adventures really are a turn-on. She takes him out for a very raunchy spin, and she has him used quite thoroughly, just like he wants. Indecent? Yep.
And “Waif?” Yeah, there’s some pretty tawdry buying and selling going on, but in the end it’s nothing but a downer of family tragedy and unrequited affection. S is for “sad.”
“From Here to Indecency” isn’t as much indecent as it is comic. Imagine a Beach Blanket Bingo knock-off with a lot more nudity and variations on penetration, and you’re pretty much there. Not indecent, more like W is for wacky.
Bottom line: this is another collection that pretty much gets there. While I tend to get hung up on the theme and the stories' fulfillment of it, my notes here are not reasons to ditch this book. Understand it for what it is, relatively well-produced smut that does not really cross the line into the bad taste of truly indecent smut. There is plenty of that poorly written junk out there, if you’ve a mind to find it and buy it.
PS: a saucy redhead in point d’esprit stockings and heels is always indecent, wonderfully indecent.