30 sep 2008
She wants to lie down on the floor and put her legs around my neck. “Get it in all the way,” she begs.
“Don’t be afraid of hurting me. I want it. I want you to do everything.” I got it in so deep it felt as though I were buried in a bed of mussels. She was quivering and slithering in every ream. I bent over and sucked her breasts; the nipples were taut as nails. Suddenly she pulled my head down and began to bite me wildly — lips, ears, cheeks, neck. “You want it, don’t you?” she hissed. “You want it. You want it!” Her lips twisted obscenely. “You want it. You want it!” And she fairly lifted herself off the floor in her abandon. Then a groan, a spasm, a wild tortured look as if her face were under a mirror pounded by a hammer. “Don’t take it out yet,” she grunted. She lay there, her legs still slung around my neck, and the little flag inside her began twitching and fluttering. “God,” she said, “I can’t stop it!” My prick was still firm. It hung obedient on her wet lips, as though receiving the sacrament from a lascivious angel. She came again, like an accordion collapsing in a bag of milk . . .
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Die hastn van Yahoo! zijn nog irritanter dan de hond van de buurman die alle dagen aan de postbode zijn been hangt. Ik vraag me af wanneer ze me eruit gaan gooien en die vurte account waar ik nooit om gevraagd heb gaan afsluiten. Misschien moet ik écht wel grove taal gaan gebruiken. Tsk… ik die dacht dat de Amerlochen zo’n vreselijke allergie hebben aan seks?
Oh, hierboven. Henry Miller, natuurlijk. Uit Sexus, zou verplichte lectuur moeten zijn, tiens.

