On My Face, Please

"Jockstrap ripper" vs. bodice ripper?

Who says men can't get turned on reading an erotic story?

A common belief holds that visual images stimulate men, whereas the written word arouses women. Yet a new book bearing the promising title of On My Face, Please, proposes to expose that fallacy.

Penned by Lee Braunsteiner, this novel works to bridge the gap between women's romance books and porn for men. But unlike eighteenth-century "bodice rippers," this story takes place in the present and stays unisexual in focus. Men will get off on it, women won't understand.

The plot revolves a simple premise: Imagine that your semen could cure acne on contact. With an emphasis on a believable story line, the book attempts to convince the reader that the graphically described experiences could happen to him. Remarkably, the story avoids cliched dialog and the overuse of four-letter words. 

Lee Braunsteiner audaciously claims that reading the book will: 1) stimulate your senses; 2) create a sense of climactic anticipation; and 3) make you want to jump on your wife, girlfriend, or take matters into your own hands.

"Made me more aroused than an X-rated movie. Great urban erotica. Good professional writing," says a Victor M. of Garden Grove, CA, according to the publisher.

The story proves very erotic, but without resorting to legions of four-letter words. More surprising, the book puts women in control of the situation. If true, Doctors Phil, Oz, Laura Schlessinger and sex counselors desperately need to undergo an attitude adjustment about their view of pornographic writing, .