Allright, I must admit that there were some gems to be found in this book:
- “I like a smooth body the best, I have to admit, the hand or tongue traveling unobstructed over hard surfaces. Clean like the skin of belugas whales or dolphins or even a pillowcase . . .”
- “The small of your knee is wet; it echoes your salivating mouth.”
- “Sometimes you press into me gently like leaning into the wind, and sometimes you are pounding me like an animal, like television violence.”
- “We’ve come to the point of orgasm repeatedly, and pulled back with deep breaths, tugs on the scrotum, and sudden changes of pace. But now, they are rumbling up like premonitions, like the nerves of animals before a thunderstorm, or the iron figures of lions in China that wait for centuries and finally, when an earthquake is approaching, metal balls hidden in the animals’ skulls are jarred loose and fall into their mouths. You see them, their mouths full, and you know the moment has arrived.”
- “My two fingers inside you feel the tightening as you get close, and when I try to slide three in there I discover that Hollywood girls do their Kegels. You almost squeeze my fingers out when you come, and you all but box my ears as you shudder all over and your thighs quiver tight, closed against my head.”