About this deal
Iris West has an experiment she wants to perform, and the only one around she can trust to take it seriously is her best friend, Caitlin Snow.
She peeled off the black dress, kissing and nibbling at the long, luscious neck, moving down to Venus's plump, generous breasts. She braced herself for the stinging blow, but instead, Venus held her hand, palm down, directly in front of Marcia's face. You never really forget, if only because both come down to peddling a simplistic going-through-the motions shtick.With every motion, Venus's thighs clamped around her arranged hair, her made-up face, smearing foundation and sending bobby pins everywhere. That is reminiscent of the lesbian pulp novels from the 1950s which painted same sex love among women as a very alluring, but ultimately fatal alternative lifestyle. Angie's a lesbian, evil and needs to die, even though she almost tempted and corrupted the protagonist with her sinful lifestyle.
If you look past the usual mind control/domination motifs this blog has covered for over 8 years now, you discover another layer to the tale. Marcia peered around to see who had spoken, but there was a sudden flurry of activity and her view was obscured by rustling, pale blue dresses. Marcia stripped the rest of the black dress away and dove for Venus's thighs, questing for the space between them. That was the 50s and 60s, you'd have expected something a bit more open minded from Claremont by the 1980s.Now, with another five years almost passed, she's decided she wants to turn her old friend Misty Knight. Together, they unlocked the hidden potential of the mind and embraced the enchantment of each day, forever bonded by a hypnotic morning that changed everything. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice.