Breathtaking, toe-curling ecstasies in prose await readers as James Pope takes readers down the “Stepping Stones to the Arche De Pleasure.” Shades of the Song of Solomon, Pope’s work is an ode to women, who the author describes in loving detail, with a feverish flourish that will leave readers flushed. It is truly a libidinous litany for the fairer sex and how amazing and wonderful they are. So readers, be prepared.
“Stepping Stones to the Arche De Pleasure” is also biographical, erotically embellished for sure, but it chronicles Pope’s past partners and unforgettable moments of his life where reality gives way to unbridled joy, moments that are of course shared. For all the vividness of these accounts, there’s also tenderness in them. These are Pope’s recollections of the prime of his life as well as the ones he had intimate connections with. And even remembering them becomes a purer pleasure.
“I’m grateful to all the women in my life that collectively educated me in the art of sexual satisfaction,” Pope says wistfully. “These women taught me there is no such thing as dirty sex. We achieved the highest sexual satisfaction while exploring the rawest, darkest corners the body’s demands.”
There’s an honesty in Pope’s work, for such a seemingly Casanova lifestyle doesn’t just happen instantaneously. He didn’t just strut his stuff and have lovers falling all over him. No, he had to work for it. He had to shape up to appeal to the ladies he sought. And he had to make sure he could walk the talk, figuratively. In the bedroom. This is a nugget of wisdom within Pope’s reminiscence, one that presents a sobering truth that should dispel entitled notions of machismo and disparaging chauvinistic attitudes. Pope acknowledges that romance and sensuality are like a dance, which takes two and requires respect for one’s partners. There must be an appreciation for each other as individuals. These elements are what make the moment worthwhile and worth remembering, as Pope does by penning his work. Otherwise, the moments become fleeting, lacking the very spark of pleasure and passion sought by aspiring Casanovas.
“Men: We picture ourselves as the shiny knight, on a white horse, riding in to save the damsel. Women may see us as just another dick trying to push something on them. Men, in general, are viewed as mediocre, riding on a donkey. True sexual satisfaction can only be achieved when it occurs to both simultaneously. THE POPE HAS SPOKEN!” he proclaims with finality. Sage advice for those willing to exert the effort needed to tread the “Stepping Stones to the Arch De Pleasure.”
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Born March 25, 1937, Avoca, Iowa at home on a family farm. Attended a one-room country school for two years. At age fifteen upon the death of my father, I became a janitor of the Macedonia, Iowa Consolidated School. Age sixteen worked as a hired man on a farm for four years. After graduation, I joined the Navy and served twenty-seven years in submarines. After I retired from the Navy, went to work for a utility company as production controller supervisor of the computerized maintenance department. Starting out life in the "cash n' carry " world, where needs and savings were the law we lived by. At the age of sixty, after working all my able life, I just stopped going to work. I have a wonderful partner. She and I have been together for thirty-two years travelling the world extensively. I don't know if I am a writer or just a storyteller that can uniquely connect the dots.