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weepingcock. It's the sound penises make when they cry, yes.
The scariest part about it is that I've actually seen some of these books around.
The Whole World Over by Julia Glass (Hutchinson)
‘So touch me, Story Girl,' he said.
Still she said nothing and kept her eyes closed. She felt Stan's pubic hair, like a prickly sea creature, move in circles on her thigh. Then, another shock, she felt his fingers.
...
And then before her inner eye, a tide of words leaped high and free, a chaotic joy like frothing rapids: truncate, adjudicate, fornicate, frivolous, rivulet, violet, oriole, orifice, conifer, aquifer, allegiance, alacrity ... all the words this time not a crowding but a heavenly chain, an ostrich fan, a vision as much as an orgasm, a release of something deep in the core of her altered brain, words she thought she'd lost for good. It nearly deafened her (but not quite) to the other, more alarming wave – the groaning and happy cursing that came from Stan.
Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs by Irvine Welsh (Cape)
- Oh aye, it's possible. Mary regarded him cannily. – I can help you, but I need payin first, son. Money's nae use tae me at ma age. Her eyes wrinkled. – You're a fine-lookin laddie, she said harshly. – A good cock, son, that's the payment I need!
...
Work it in, Mary urged, as Skinner took his thick green slime and spread it like a chef might glaze some pastry, at the same time slowly breaching and exploring. A ludicrously distended clitoris popped out from nowhere like a jack-in-the-box, the size of a small boy's penis, and disconcertingly strangulated groans coming from the bed told Skinner that he was hitting the spot. After a while she gasped, - Pit it in now ... pit it in ...
The Religion by Tim Willocks (Jonathan Cape)
Love and desire became one, each as overmastering as the other, and he pulled the red surcoat over her head and sucked her nipples and stroked her swollen vulva until she trembled and clung on to him and mewled with pleasure in his ear. He turned her about, her eyes bedazed and rolling with transport, and he bent her across the cold steel face of the anvil. He unfastened his flies and unlimbered himself and she rose up on tiptoe to receive him. He bent his knees to get beneath her and entered her from behind and her feet left the floor and she called out to God and convulsed with each slow stroke, her head thrown back and her eyelids aflutter, and her cries filled the forge until she squeezed him from inside and he exploded to a prayer of his own within her body.
The Book of Dave by Will Self
Yet in the friction of their final lunge there was an anticipation of more than arrival. Their jerking bodies prefigured the bondage of shackled partners. They both sensed this and struggled to avoid it – backpeddalling into the present. Dave came in desperation ... While the mere cessation of bucking was Michelle's end.
Twentysomething by Iain Hollingshead (Duckworth)
She slides one of her slender legs in between mine. Oh Jack, she was moaning now, her curves pushed up against me, her crotch taut against my bulging trousers, her hands gripping fistfuls of my hair. She reaches for my belt. I groan too, in expectation. And then I'm inside her, and everything is pure white as we're lost in a commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles.
And here's one for the Harry Potter fans on my flist. This will probably make them weep and scratch their eyes out and want to kill me, but there have been scarier things in life, I suppose. :D
"He nuzzled the furry mound from whence Harry’s cock thrust proudly, leaking it’s enjoyment down the velvety shaft. Draco breathed in deeply, his desire coiling in his belly at the man-musk scent that tickled his nose. He loved that it was Harry he smelled. That it was Harry beneath him. That it was Harry alone for whom his cock was aching.'
Oh yeah. Did another friends cut. Uh. Yeah. I love you all too.
weepingcock. It's the sound penises make when they cry, yes.The scariest part about it is that I've actually seen some of these books around.
The Whole World Over by Julia Glass (Hutchinson)
‘So touch me, Story Girl,' he said.
Still she said nothing and kept her eyes closed. She felt Stan's pubic hair, like a prickly sea creature, move in circles on her thigh. Then, another shock, she felt his fingers.
...
And then before her inner eye, a tide of words leaped high and free, a chaotic joy like frothing rapids: truncate, adjudicate, fornicate, frivolous, rivulet, violet, oriole, orifice, conifer, aquifer, allegiance, alacrity ... all the words this time not a crowding but a heavenly chain, an ostrich fan, a vision as much as an orgasm, a release of something deep in the core of her altered brain, words she thought she'd lost for good. It nearly deafened her (but not quite) to the other, more alarming wave – the groaning and happy cursing that came from Stan.
Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs by Irvine Welsh (Cape)
- Oh aye, it's possible. Mary regarded him cannily. – I can help you, but I need payin first, son. Money's nae use tae me at ma age. Her eyes wrinkled. – You're a fine-lookin laddie, she said harshly. – A good cock, son, that's the payment I need!
...
Work it in, Mary urged, as Skinner took his thick green slime and spread it like a chef might glaze some pastry, at the same time slowly breaching and exploring. A ludicrously distended clitoris popped out from nowhere like a jack-in-the-box, the size of a small boy's penis, and disconcertingly strangulated groans coming from the bed told Skinner that he was hitting the spot. After a while she gasped, - Pit it in now ... pit it in ...
The Religion by Tim Willocks (Jonathan Cape)
Love and desire became one, each as overmastering as the other, and he pulled the red surcoat over her head and sucked her nipples and stroked her swollen vulva until she trembled and clung on to him and mewled with pleasure in his ear. He turned her about, her eyes bedazed and rolling with transport, and he bent her across the cold steel face of the anvil. He unfastened his flies and unlimbered himself and she rose up on tiptoe to receive him. He bent his knees to get beneath her and entered her from behind and her feet left the floor and she called out to God and convulsed with each slow stroke, her head thrown back and her eyelids aflutter, and her cries filled the forge until she squeezed him from inside and he exploded to a prayer of his own within her body.
The Book of Dave by Will Self
Yet in the friction of their final lunge there was an anticipation of more than arrival. Their jerking bodies prefigured the bondage of shackled partners. They both sensed this and struggled to avoid it – backpeddalling into the present. Dave came in desperation ... While the mere cessation of bucking was Michelle's end.
Twentysomething by Iain Hollingshead (Duckworth)
She slides one of her slender legs in between mine. Oh Jack, she was moaning now, her curves pushed up against me, her crotch taut against my bulging trousers, her hands gripping fistfuls of my hair. She reaches for my belt. I groan too, in expectation. And then I'm inside her, and everything is pure white as we're lost in a commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles.
And here's one for the Harry Potter fans on my flist. This will probably make them weep and scratch their eyes out and want to kill me, but there have been scarier things in life, I suppose. :D
"He nuzzled the furry mound from whence Harry’s cock thrust proudly, leaking it’s enjoyment down the velvety shaft. Draco breathed in deeply, his desire coiling in his belly at the man-musk scent that tickled his nose. He loved that it was Harry he smelled. That it was Harry beneath him. That it was Harry alone for whom his cock was aching.'
Oh yeah. Did another friends cut. Uh. Yeah. I love you all too.
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Squishy scenes are the hardest to write. On my end, I've never had problems with scenes as long as they're actually good, but "good" is a rare thing when it comes to scenes like those. @_@