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A review by reverenddave
Snowballin': I Fucked Frosty by Auralie Vierge
2.0
This “book” was not terrible but not great. (Lets say better than Cum for Bigfoot and nothing close to Abraham Lincoln Fuck Lord). It does have the occasional line of pure insanity that I look for in this genre: “…hot and cold blending together into some sort of temperature only angels or mermaids know about. This made no sense to me, even as I was thinking it.” I appreciate that acknowledgement cause I was baffled.
Still I spent most of the very few minutes it took to read this thinking it would have been a lot more interesting if it addressed the effect of the body heat and friction of sex on a snow phallus. Pre-coitus the narrator was concerned about damaging him with her “hot breath” before she had her fun, but then she just seems to imply it had been sculpted large enough that it shouldn’t melt off entirely until she was satisfied. But at the same time, when she clamps her legs together satisfied that is enough to render the entire snowman back into a pile of loose snow. So I don’t quite understand the science of it.
Frankly, I would’ve given this a lot more stars if the story had kept Frosty intact and explored the psychological trauma of castration through dick melting sex. Especially given that in theory this process could go on as many times as someone felt like sculpting a new snowphallus and reattaching it. One would think itd give the snowman a very complicated relationship with sex.
Still I spent most of the very few minutes it took to read this thinking it would have been a lot more interesting if it addressed the effect of the body heat and friction of sex on a snow phallus. Pre-coitus the narrator was concerned about damaging him with her “hot breath” before she had her fun, but then she just seems to imply it had been sculpted large enough that it shouldn’t melt off entirely until she was satisfied. But at the same time, when she clamps her legs together satisfied that is enough to render the entire snowman back into a pile of loose snow. So I don’t quite understand the science of it.
Frankly, I would’ve given this a lot more stars if the story had kept Frosty intact and explored the psychological trauma of castration through dick melting sex. Especially given that in theory this process could go on as many times as someone felt like sculpting a new snowphallus and reattaching it. One would think itd give the snowman a very complicated relationship with sex.