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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.
I wipe myself off and then look through a Vogue that’s lying by the side of the bed. I can hear thunder in the distance and it begins to rain harder. And then I call a cab and finally take the Wayfarers off and she tells me to be quiet walking down the stairs so I won’t wake her parents.”“There is nothing so sexy as seeing a solid young dyke coming with her legs bent in a diamond shape, feet together, and one of those Hitachi camping flashlights, those Hitachi huge-eyed deep-sea exotic fishes, doing its blunt tireless thing in her Marianas Trench. I imagined her naked as she was at that moment, entwined with her husband, in the bed in the new house, while the train clattered under their windows and his violent flesh entered her with a sharp blow, like the cork pushed by the palm into the neck of a wine bottle. Or in a dorm room bed with two people instead of one, while Bach played on the chintzy stereo, orchestrating the fugue? What the Object and I did together was played out under these loose rules. What pressed on our attention was that it was happening, sex was happening. How it happened exactly, what went where, was secondary. Nothing but our night in the shack with Rex and Jerome. It was a kind of hook that fastened us together, more a stimulant to the Object’s outer parts than a penetration of her inner. Because after the first few nights, she was eager for it.
I risked being seen, emboldened by how loud the vibrator was, timing my mastur-strokes to the shaking of her knees and the somewhat Zen-like whooshing of her breathing, and when she began to come for the second time I did in fact stop time for an instant and laid my dick in her palm and closed my fist around her fist, and squeezed on it so tightly my knuckles turned yellow, sliding within my skin in and out of her grip. And it suddenly seemed to me that the only remedy against the pain I was feeling, that I would feel, was to find a corner secluded enough so that Antonio could do to me, at the same time, the exact same thing.‘Hush,’ he said, ‘hush. Wordless, blinkered, a nighttime thing, a dream thing. Whatever it was that I was was best revealed slowly, in flattering light. As far as the crocus was concerned, it wasn’t so much a piece of me as something we discovered and enjoyed together. Luce will tell you that female monkeys exhibit mounting behavior when administered male hormones. Eager, that is, while ostensibly remaining unconscious. But practice brought about a fluid gymnastics to our sleep couplings.
At this thought he felt increasingly dizzy and had to hold on to the porcelain sink. Shouldn’t she be saying, “You know what, fuck yourself, you’ll have more fun,” and walking out?
At the same instant two boys arrived, laughing a little too loudly; they were wearing black shorts with fluorescent stripes. No, instead, instant docility—she slides to her 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.
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…
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.
Bruno moaned a little, and was beginning to feel dizzy. Hearing the word now made her desire to obey even stronger, because doing a stranger’s bidding is a special madness, a madness all the more heady in this case because the command came not from a man but from a woman.