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And for those champions of diversity who are going to try to VIDA count these excerpts according to the diversity of sexual acts, please know that I tried my best to choose racy novel excerpts that illustrated a wide range of human sexuality. She began to work systematically at my penis with both mouth and hand, spreading her arms comfortably across my knees.
If I did not happen to hit upon your specific form of sexual entertainment, I humbly apologize in advance (but seriously — there must be something here that entertains you). He had more or less resigned himself to the women being old and decrepit and was taken aback to see teenagers. I flinched from the pressure of her hard elbows …As she brought my penis to life I looked down at her strong back, at the junction between the contours of her shoulders demarked by the straps of her brassiere and the elaborately decorated instrument panel of this American car, between her thick buttock in my left hand and the pastel-shaded binnacles of the clock and the speedometer.
As the inexorability of my clasm began I pulled down on my glasses so that she and I were living coterminously, and as she came I released one-liners of sperm up her forearm and then squeezed the last semi-painful droplets of my orgasm out on her curled fingers. Yes, it has to be given.’ And he kissed my eyelids again, then my lips, the way he did when he cut the motor on the boat when we’d been together. She sipped the last of the river from the hollow of his navel. She felt his belly tighten under her, hard as a board. He took her nipple in his mouth and cradled her other breast in his calloused palm. As I hugged her, as we languorously shifted and knotted, the Object’s attitudes of insensibility included favorable positioning. The Object’s eyes remained closed throughout; her head was often turned slightly away.
I let her just begin to register the fact of my cooling slime on her arm after she finished coming herself before I stopped time and toweled her off and left.”“I couldn’t get enough of him. And the kiss continued on past the point where he usually broke off. Ammu, naked now, crouched over Velutha, her mouth on his. Like her children did when they wanted to exclude the outside world. She pressed the heat of his erection against her eyelids. She moved under me as a sleeping girl might while being ravished by an incubus.
Suddenly Bruno’s hard-on was gone; he put his penis back into his shorts and returned to picking at his teeth.”“And again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. Quickly, without further discussion, not that some bed would have been a better choice, she has joined months of unvacuumed debris on the rug, face on the floor, ass in the air, skirt pushed up, Windust’s not-exactly-manicured nails ripping methodically at sheer taupe pantyhose it took her easily twenty minutes in Saks not so long ago to decide on, and his cock is inside her with so little inconvenience that she must have been wet without knowing it.
The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. His hands, murderer’s hands, are gripping her forcefully by the hips, exactly where it matters, exactly where some demonic set of nerve receptors she has been till now only semi-aware of have waited to be found and used like buttons on a game controller…
I had an impression of a vicious little animal frantically burrowing dirt with its tiny claws and teeth. I stood slowly and felt my skirt fall over the sticky gunk. Goldman rubbed the oil into her skin until her body found its own natural rosy white being and began to stir with self-perception. Evelyn’s hair was now undone and lay on the pillow about her face. Her feet pointed like dancer’s and her toes curled.
The first was that after he finished spanking me he told me to pull up my skirt. Evelyn lay down on her stomach and Goldman applied the liquid where the marks of the stays reddened the flesh. Evelyn was squirming and her flesh cringing with each application. Under Goldman’s vigorous rubbing Evelyn’s flesh seemed to spring into its fullest conformations.
Doyle smiled at us every morning.”“The last time I made a typing error and the lawyer summoned me to his office, two unusual things occurred. Goldman rolled the stockings down and Evelyn stepped out of her stockings. Goldman stood and turned her around slowly for inspection, a frown on her face. Evelyn sat down on the bed and looked at what was coming out of the black bag. She was holding a bottle and tilting the contents of the bottle into her cupped hand. This is an astringent – the first thing is to restore circulation, Goldman explained as she rubbed Evelyn’s back and buttocks and thighs.
Just as I was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress me. As she moved, the edges of the pale-blue dress caressed my naked stomach and thighs. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. Something scurries at the edge of her vision, the size of a mouse, and it is Lester Traipse, the shy, wronged soul of Lester, in need of sanctuary, abandoned, not least by Maxine. It was hanging forward, hiding her face, except for her eyes, which she was holding shut tight. Her breasts were killing him, her blunt instruments. She had come a second time and she wanted him to stop. They were sitting on the floor leaning into the corner of the room, her mouth on his nipple, her hand moving his dick slowly. Moving forward, his fingers pulling back her hair like torn silk, he ejaculated, disappearing into her.
She took off my jacket, my tie, my pants, my shirt, my underwear, and made me lie down on the bed. She sat on the bed, took my hand, and brought it under her dress. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Creta Kano, riding atop me, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night. It tried to envelop me, to draw me in, and at the same time to press me out. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, were slowly working its way through my organ into me.”“And one of them calls out to me, “Hey, punk faggot,” and the girl and I get into her car and drive off into the hills and we go to her room and I take off my clothes and lie on her bed and she goes into the bathroom and I wait a couple of minutes and then she finally comes out, a towel wrapped around her, and sits on the bed and I put my hands on her shoulders, and she says stop it and, after I let go, she tells me to lean against the headboard and I do and then she takes off the towel and she’s naked and she reaches into the drawer by her bed and brings out a tube of Bain De Soleil and she hands it to me and then she reaches into the drawer and brings out a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses and she tells me to put them on and I do. He stands in front of the outlet, reaches in, parts the sides of one slit like a doorway, glances back apologetically, slides into the annihilating brightness. She was being careful about his cock, leaving it alone so far. Kiss me, he thought, anguished, because she wasn’t going to, he knew. He had called them that and she had laughed, long ago. An intricate science, his whole body imprisoned there, a ship in a bottle. She crooked her finger, motioning, and he bent down and put his mouth on hers.