Review: Virgin Voyeur
In “Virgin Voyeur” by T. G. Darcy, a contemporary short e-book of just 4,300 words, Julie goes to a friend’s house to borrow a dress. Her friend, Lisa, who was adamant about the time Julie should arrive, wasn’t at home, so she lets herself in with the key she’d been given and eventually finds the dress, only to find that it had been altered and was far too large. Standing almost naked in her friend’s bedroom, she hears her friend come in with someone and decides to hide in the closet.
And that’s where it all falls apart. Lisa comes in with a new friend, Amy, and together these two ladies have mad, passionate sex all over the bed. Julie, hiding in the closet, sees every exciting moment and eventually masturbates to orgasm. Amy, who had never had a lesbian sexual experience before, is sent to the kitchen to get bottled water for Lisa, and while she’s gone, Lisa checks on Julie. Oh noes! Yes, she knew Julie was there the whole time. In fact, she planned it so that Julie would be there, naked, at just the right time and in just the right closet. She had two, but it is at least implied that she broke the door of one so that Julie wouldn’t hide in the wrong place (and that she had the so-wonderful-your-friends-want-to-borrow-it dress altered so that it wouldn’t fit either of them).
After she ascertains that Julie, mostly naked and still dewy from her recent orgasm, is fine, Amy comes in, Lisa mostly closes the closet door (“Oh no, nothing to see here.”) and they get back to business. This time, Lisa arranges things so that Julie can see all the way to her diaphragm, if she’s wearing one, and so that Amy is conveniently placed to give Julie crazy great oral sex (even though she’s never done it to a woman before–I guess she just did what she likes), and they 69 to heights of incredible passion.
Julie can see every bit of activity and has another orgasm.
I got stuck here. Let’s consider Lisa as a standard stick figure. Julie is situated between her legs, but some ways away in a closet, peeking through a crack. Amy is on top of Lisa and facing her upside down, with her head down. I have attempted to recreate this with my daughter’s dolls in order to make it work, but it doesn’t. It’s unlikely Julie saw anything but feet and hair. Of course she orgasms again.
If I wanted to get crazy nitpicky I would further discuss why Julie had a key when Lisa had led her to expect someone would be home; or why, hearing that there were two women coming in, Julie didn’t just stick her head out the door and say, “Oops, I’ll just be a minute!”, get dressed, and leave, or how uncomfortable it would be to find oneself sitting naked in the closet after all the excitement wears off; or we could move on to wondering if they know what they’re doing to the environment using bottled water?–but I won’t.
Instead, let’s consider trapping someone in a sexual situation without giving them an option to refuse. Then we could move on to setting someone up to be watched in a brand new sexual experience without her knowledge or consent. Finally, let’s take a moment to think about a character who is giddily pleased at having done all of these things, including seducing someone it doesn’t sound like she wants so that the person she does want will see how very nifty keen having sex with her is and will jump at the next opportunity, which she shows every sign of intending to do.
If you’re in to reading about women playing with one another’s nipples, frottage, mutual cunnilingus, or voyeurism, and don’t care that there are serious plot holes in a story peopled with unlikeable characters, this is definitely your story. If those things don’t interest you, I’d move along to the next. Rating: F.