The Charmer by Tonara Cluric
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
Have you ever wished that Dollman Versus Demonic Toys was sexier? I mean, other than Nurse Ginger?
Well, have I got a book for you.
Alphonse is a dwarf. And also he’s named Alphonse. And when I say he’s a dwarf, that’s using the terminology of the book. I would call him a shrunken doll man because he doesn’t appear to be like any dwarf I’ve ever known, which is none dwarves, but still.
Basically, he licks a babe while she works out, and she gets super ripped. And then he goes into business as a personal trainer where he watches women work out, sometimes caresses and kisses their legs, and sure, occasionally having sex with the gap between toes, and his all-woman clientele gets shredded like a sensitive document in someone’s house before the FBI busts in.
It begs the question we’ve all asked ourselves: Would I let a tiny man-thing fuck the space in between my toes in order to get ripped?
I might. I know that sounds crazy, but after an evening at the gymnasium where I get to hear lovely conversations where a father of 5 thanks god that he never has to see his kids (they live 5 hours away) and he can’t wait for his shoulders to come in, I don’t know that a little toe fuckin’ is the worst thing in the world.