One of the girls, graceful and dark-haired, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began to contentedly pat her young breasts dry. Instead of stroking, flattering, pleading, he would issue a command, issue it abruptly, unexpectedly, softly yet firmly and authoritatively, and at a distance: at such moments he never touched the woman he was addressing.A little redhead slipped off her swimsuit and took her place under the shower – her pussy hair was golden blonde. He often used it on Tereza as well, and even though he said it softly, even though he whispered it, it was a command, and obeying never failed to arouse her.(For those of you who are old enough, that’s a clever play on the famous 1972 book, The Joy of Sex). After tucking the banknotes away in her silver handbag, the woman lowered her preoccupied face across my lap, expertly releasing my zip with one hand.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.
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.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.And she takes the tube of suntan lotion from me and squeezes some onto her fingers and then touches herself and motions for me to do the same, and I do. On his back meant fun for him, Iris taking her time. It would be easier for him to get up and take care of an emergency if she weren’t on top of him. Some of their best sex had been with her on top, using him as a dildo, taking her sweet time. In an ideal world she would do everything she had ever done with him, in farewell, a variety show, had they world enough and time, which they didn’t. […]And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire, melting. He took it, the white character, and they passed it back and forth between them till it no longer existed, till they didn’t know who had him like a lost planet somewhere in the body. Sometimes when I climbed on top of the Object she would almost wake up.Two of them wore bikini bottoms and waited as the other two played under the shower like otters, chatting and laughing and splashing each other: they were completely naked. He stabbed himself in the gum, removed the bloody toothpick. The situation she found herself in was proving a bit more difficult han she had expected. ” so many times from Tomas that it was engraved in her memory.The head of his penis tingled unbearably; it was hot and swollen, a drop forming at the tip. After several minutes of posing, she went up to Tereza and said, “Now it’s my turn to take your picture. Thus, Tomas’s mistress had just given Tomas’s command to Tomas’s wife. That was Tomas’s way of unexpectedly turning an innocent conversation with a woman into an erotic situation.