Amber Quill Press, $4.99, ISBN 978-1-60272-535-5
Contemporary Erotica, 2009

Pottery and porn seem like an odd combination to me, but ah, as Rick R Reed would go in Pottery Peter, add in shirtless and sweaty men straight out of a Tom of Finland parade, working those clay in manly-man ways that make those muscles bulge out, and poor college kid Josh soon doesn’t know whether he wanted to be Demi Moore or the clay vase. Well, two men in particular catches his eye: Dale, the delivery kid from the university, and Kevin, the very married boss.

Pottery Peter isn’t a romance; it’s an unabashedly naughty erotic romp written in a manner reminiscent of erotica published in books and magazines of the old days before the Internet came and swamp the universe with barely coherent amateurishly-written erotica. There is enough description to set the stage of raw, unbridled naughtiness and anticipation, just enough for the author to then ferry the reader straight to the good old raunchy stuff. There are fun for two as well as for three, so this short story is definitely long in the sexy stuff.

Of course, Josh’s abrupt metamorphosis from virgin to first grade banana-muncher and prime grade guzzlers of fat sausages is hard to believe, but then again, this is erotica. Everyone is a multi-orgasmic sex machine in erotica, so there’s that.

So this one isn’t high art, but come on, nobody is going to read this for enlightenment and erudition. We all want hot peens and hotter man-on-man pounding, and this one delivers all that with style. The narrative is well-done enough to give Pottery Peter some semblance of “Look, ma, this one has some artistic merit, alright?” realness and raunchy enough to make it worth the time invested in turning these pages.

Shame that there is no scene involving actual pottery, though.