My view on writing bed scenes in works of an erotic nature. Describing the bed scene - fanfic fandom "Fikbook and everything connected with it

British writer Erica Leonard James has topped the list of highest paid writers, according to Forbes magazine. Author of the acclaimed book 50 Shades of Grey. Last year earned nearly $100 million. Probably the secret of its success is that the book is often downloaded to electronic media so that you can read erotic romance in in public places without fear of sidelong glances. And of course in in large numbers explicit scenes! The artistic value of the novel has been called into question more than once, but there are more than enough piquant moments that can bring anyone into the paint! We chose the most daring "shades of gray".

1. "Do you know what I'm going to do with you now?" he adds, stroking my chin. Somewhere inside, in the dark depths, my muscles clench with sweet languor.
2. “So nice,” he whispers, and grasping my fingers tightly, he starts moving my hand up and down. His breathing becomes uneven, and when he looks at me again, I see molten lead in his eyes. - Clever girl.
3. I put a piece of omelet in my mouth, but I don't feel the taste. "Continue learning!" "I want @@@ in your mouth!" Is this also included in the program?
4. Dropping down, I swallow it deeper. Ha! My inner goddess rejoices. I will do it.

His breathing becomes uneven, and when he looks at me again, I see molten lead in his eyes.

5. He kisses my neck. I tilt my head to the side to give him more space. Sitting down, Christian slowly pulls my jeans and panties off my legs.
6. With a groan, I arch my back. Christian squeezes and gently pulls on his nipples, causing them to swell. I look in amazement at the lust-ridden harlot in the mirror. Oh how good!
7. Putting his hand between my legs, he pulls on the blue thread ... Oh no! Christian carefully removes the tampon and tosses it into the nearest toilet. Oh mother of God...
8. Christian leans down and slowly runs the tip of the glass over my forehead, my nose—it smells of expensive, well-dressed leather—and over parted lips, from which hard breath. He sticks the whip in my mouth and I can taste it.

9. I gasp for air and squeeze my fingers lightly. Christian smirks, “I want to be in you. Take off my jeans. You are in command."
10. "Please don't hit me," I whisper pleadingly. He furrows his brows, widens his eyes, blinks a couple of times.
11. The dress barely covers my bare bottom. With a swift movement, Christian slips his hand between my legs, his finger slowly entering me. With his other hand, he holds me tightly around the waist. I can barely contain a groan.
12. His tongue knows no mercy, persistent and domineering. It moves in circles, over and over, without stopping. Pleasure borders on pain.
13. Strikes along the thighs, short biting blows to the pubis, to the legs, and again to the torso, again along the thighs. The beats don't stop until the music reaches a climax. She suddenly breaks off. The whip also freezes.

To determine ten the best descriptions bed scenes in fantasy literature. We will understand the word "bed" in a broad sense, because events will take place on other planets and in virtual reality, under the starry sky and among the endless snows that our heroes will try to melt with their feelings. However, let's start without much prelude.

10. So, in tenth place - an unforgettable scene from "Heretics of Dune", the fifth part of the epic by Frank Herbert. When she is eight years old and he is ten - this is NOT pedophilia. And when several adults anxiously watch the act through a video camera - this is NOT voyeurism. It's just that the people consulted and decided that the best way to awaken the clone's memories of his former life is with the help of an orgasm. The experiment was a success, and the boy turned into a man even more dramatically than it happens in life: remembering everything that was before his death in the previous body, he became a junior high school student with the consciousness of an adult commander. A rare case when sex does not cloud, but clears the mind. For such practicality and a complete lack of eroticism, little sinners take only tenth place. The most interesting is ahead!

- What do you think I'm doing? She sat down next to him and put her hand on his penis.
His head jerked, he looked at her hand, feeling the onset of an erection.
- Why are you doing this?
- Do not you know?
- Not!
- Bashar would know.
He looked at her face as it drew close to his.
- You know! Why don't you tell me?
- I'm not your memory!

9. Penultimate place in the top ten goes to Jeff Noon for depicting the joys and horrors of virtual sex. On the one hand, there are no consequences, everything is done as if for fun. On the other hand, in "Wirth" you are not in complete control of the situation, as in a dream full of chimeras, where your girlfriend can turn into your father brandishing a sharp razor. And the Garden of Eden will be a personal nightmare for life. But avid riders are not afraid. More precisely, it scares, of course, but so what? Well, the developers are specially catching up with fear!

Electric impulses control me, the room wallpaper turns red and pink, blood gushing from the ceiling. Breed hides behind a small sofa. The Beatle possessed Mandy from behind on Turkish carpet.
The Open-Space Being whirls through the air and lands softly on the dining table.
I wander through the swamp of flesh toward the kitchen door for oatmeal for breakfast. Stepping over Beatle and Mandy, I see that the door is locked and bolted and looks like a wall of beef.
Blood pours out of the keyhole.

8. The eighth place is occupied by a duel on members from the novel by Philip José Farmer "The Feast of the Hidden". To be honest, this whole book can be considered one long sexual orgy: on the way to his beloved wife main character worries about whether he is ready for this meeting. And he checks his physical fitness on everyone who fell under ... well, let's say, a hand: women, men, animals and corpses. Do you happen to know what the perversion is called when you get an orgasm from the process of killing? But the hero of the "Secret Feast" seems to have found a worthy partner (in every sense) - it turns out that one can also enjoy a deadly battle! Yes, the riskiness and looseness of the descriptions is amazing, and in places (guess which ones?) even repels, despite the obvious carnival and parody of the story.

The girl was full of energy and a little later she started all over again. This went on until the first rays of dawn. I fell asleep briefly, and when I woke up, my penis was again in a state of erection. But already from the fact that I really wanted to urinate. A fly settled on the head of the penis, which had become hypersensitive to touch, which immediately caused an orgasm. The first ejection of sperm drowned the fly in itself. This picture still stands before my eyes. Since there have been flies in the world, this must be the first and only time that one of them died in this way.

7. The sexual excesses of the previous paragraph are easily overshadowed by love under the stars from Vladimir Savchenko's book "Position in the Universe." Simultaneously enchanting and ordinary, earthly. And no less beautiful. Speaking without circumlocution, a couple of scientists, one of whom is a pretty woman, took advantage of the moment and the office equipment, turning on views for a romantic mood. distant galaxies. Without interruption from the study of the world around - explore the world inside us! This is what real professionalism means.

- No it's not that! - She got up, went to the console, pressed a few keys. starry sky condensed into a galaxy - now the whole obliquely tilted whirlwind of billions of sparkling points was placed above the dome. Its light - weaker than daylight, but brighter than moonlight - magically poured onto Lucy's naked, slender body.
Kornev looked, admired: no, this woman did not rise here from the Earth - she descended from the Changing Universe. Condensed from the light of the stars.

6. Philip José Farmer is back with us again with another orgiastic book under the intriguing title - "Flesh"! This time everything will be done without perversions, but on a much larger scale. A few men from our time find themselves in a dystopian future of Earth where matriarchy and pagan cults fertility. One of the "newcomers" is destined in this society to become an inseminating bull... That is, an elk. That is, a deity with horns, thanks to which he can be in shape for a long time and delight thousands of girls in different cities every night. Science fiction begins at the moment when the main character has a desire to abandon this "sex mission" for the sake of a single woman.

I want to take the city by surprise. I'll be there before I'm expected! Let them tremble when the Great Stagg of all Staggs swoops down on them! I'll take them all down like a hurricane! This time, not only virgins will be mine! Now I will not take only what they slip me! Not just Miss America contestants! Today - the whole city!
Sylvia recoiled in horror.
“But, sir… that’s no good!” From time immemorial...
- Am I the Hero-Sun or not? Who is the Horned King here? I will do as I please!

5. The second top five winners are opened by a resourceful girl from Tanith Lee's book "Silver Lover". By giving your young body to a skillful robot, you yourself can get much more than from a soft-bodied man! The robot does not know fatigue, he does not need to sleep and eat, he cannot have bad mood, his only desire is to make his mistress happy. He doesn't come home drunk, can carry a girl all the time, has a great physique... And is programmed to be perfect lover. And the fact that he does not know how to love - wake up, but do we know how?

"Perhaps," I said, "you can do without my instructions?" BUT?
"Good," he agreed.
He pulled me into his arms. This is how the wave receding from the shore carries away. Relentlessly. Dizzy. The elasticity of the lips, their moisture - everything is like a person's ... only the sensations during a kiss are completely different. Then he picked me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing, and carried me into the elevator.

4. Fourth place is won by Viktor Pelevin with an erotic episode from "Chapaev and the Void". No, no, this is not happening between the two title characters of the novel! And between the enamored Peter Void and haughty Anna. As you know, a woman loves with her ears ... However, here we will do without perversions! It's just that Anna orders her companion to talk continuously on psychological and philosophical topics during the whole action. Thus, the banal description of the process is replaced by a chaotic and inspired monologue on a topic, however, adjacent to the ongoing act. And even if later it turns out to be just a dream - of a smarter erotic dream(or more erotic smart sleep) I can hardly imagine.

- So, she gives ninety percent at the moment when you just see her, and the rest, because of which the whole thousand-year bargaining is going on, is just a tiny remnant. And these first ninety percent cannot be decomposed into any component parts, because beauty is indefinable and indivisible, no matter what Schopenhauer lies about. And as for the other ten, it's just a collection of nerve signals that would not be worth anything if imagination and memory did not come to their aid ... Anna, please open your eyes for a second ... like this ... yes, exactly imagination and memory. You know, if I had to write a really strong erotic scene, I would give a few hints, and fill the rest with slurred conversation, like...

3. Languidly breathes into the back of the head silver medalist Ursula Le Guin with a single page from " Left hand darkness": about an earthling and an alien who were left alone in the middle of a snowy plain. I say "alien", although it would also be correct to call him an alien, because this unearthly partner of the protagonist had signs of both sexes, which manifested themselves alternately throughout life. The earthling used to treat him as a friend, and the moment of insight into his bisexuality is permeated with tenderness and sadness. There was no physical relationship between them: the inhabitants different planets decided not to rush headlong into the unknown, but tactfully keep a distance. But the true eroticism of these lines brings the writer a well-deserved bronze.

We were both silent for a while, and then he looked at me directly and tenderly. His face in the reddish light of the stove seemed as soft, vulnerable and distant as the face of a woman sometimes is when she suddenly looks at you, tearing herself away from her own thoughts, and remains silent. And then I saw again, and very clearly, what I had always been afraid to see in him, pretending that I simply did not notice it: he was as much a woman as a man. Any need to explain the cause of my sudden fear vanished along with the fear itself; I just had to accept him the way he was.

2. Cozy in second place is Robert Silverberg and a scene from his book Up the Line: Jad and Pulcheria's only night with a touch of incest. Meeting a soul mate is a blessing. But when she is at the same time your distant great-great-great-great-grandmother - admit it, this is somewhat unusual. And a grandmother from the 12th century had a lot to learn from an advanced grandson! Yes, well, morals modern youth... And if without jokes, the author's description of what happened turned out to be sincere and elegant, so he rightfully receives silver.

I counted her breasts. Two. Pink nipples. With my fingers apart, I measured her waist. Not a bad size. Then he ran his fingertips over her thighs. Great thighs. I was delighted with two deep dimples at the very bottom of her back.
She was both shy and uninhibited - an excellent combination.
When I undressed, she saw the timer and touched it, began to fiddle with it with her fingers, but did not ask what it was, but slipped her fingers even lower. We collapsed onto the bed together.

1. So, who will get the gold? I know you will like it! The indefatigable Vladimir Savchenko with his truly cosmic sexual fantasies immediately runs from seventh place to first. The sublime love games of the Tikitaks from Gulliver's Fifth Voyage are due to the fact that their bodies are transparent, although they do not differ in structure from ordinary human beings. Spouses under the night open sky adjust the lenses of their bodies, and the husband becomes the eyepiece and the wife the lens. Subtly feeling each other, they look at the stars and planets, as if through an intimate telescope. This is considered a real understanding, as opposed to ordinary carnal relations. And you must admit that there is nothing more erotic than the real happy love.

In the morning I supplemented the verses about Aganite with the line: "Whose thighs are so clean and round that you can see the satellites of Mars through them."
In the following nights, I recorded the periods of revolution of the satellites, and from them it is easy to calculate the orbits.
With this discovery, we began our family star catalog.

Hello! I am here again, again with you, again with an article, in general, everything is as always. Nothing much has changed since the previous article, only the topic is new.

What is the topic today? Let me explain. Often I happened to see works where, in addition to the plot, there was love line. Or there was a plot besides the love line. Or… Okay, I think you get the point. And sooner or later this very love line led to the inevitable - to the bed scene. The main characters passionately loved each other on the bed / table / floor / chandelier (underline as appropriate), while the author nibbled on a pencil / pen / keyboard, wondering how to describe this process.

Actually, this is what my article will be about. So let's get started!

“And he entered his train into his black tunnel ...”, or a couple of words about speech and anatomy

I won’t talk about what needs to be roughly imagined, what and where it is thrust: it is repeated too often, I think everyone who reads articles of this kind has long been familiar with the unfortunate anatomy. It will rather be about whether these anatomical details are appropriate during the description of sexual intercourse. And whether the opposite is appropriate is what you can admire in the title of this unfortunate section.

It all depends on what genres slash is combined with. This is such a genre that there is no such spherical purely slasher work in a vacuum. When combined with the Fantasy genre, some abuse of beautiful phrases may be quite appropriate, but medical terms will scare away and make most readers laugh. Not because they are funny in and of themselves, but because they are out of place. Try to look at the style of your work. If you have not disdained modern and scientific words before, then “member”, “prostate” and so on will not stand out from the general row.

Exaggerated "dandelion stems flowing with milk of pleasure" can also be useful in humor or banter. Or psychedelic. Because these phrases seem to be so absurd, they do not become bad. They are bad when they are inscribed in a text that does not match the style. Well, you must admit, it is strange to read a beautiful, atmospheric fantasy, and then with a stone poker face - about the scrotum, urethra and ejaculation.

What can you advise specifically on the style? Here, each author has his own. The main thing - do not forget to make sure that your bed scene does not stand out from the rest of the story, looks organic in it, and not like sticking out in the middle of the board, but not a hammered nail.

Although, perhaps, I’ll still note: try not to pile up words like “Mind-blowing, unreal, amazing.” The more often you repeat the word, the less the effect produced. One description is better than ten if they repeat the same thing. Once they wrote that he felt simply amazing - and that's enough, no more. It's better to focus on the details: one random forehead thump during a bad kiss sometimes looks more real and erotic than a hundred general epithets.

The descriptions themselves

Do not be afraid to describe what is happening, be bold! If you have already taken up the bed scene, justify the rating. As they say, it's too late to drink Borjomi... Well, it's not about Borjomi. As for the descriptions.

There are two extremes here. The first is a complete lack of description of the external and a continuous, scrambled description of actions. It looks like this in an example:

John pulled Sam close and kissed him, then pushed him onto the bed and began to undress him. Then Sam smiled and rolled onto his stomach. John began to gently stretch it, after which he went inside and after a couple of thrusts came. Sam came after him and called out his lover's name.

And John was not the favorite, ahem, I'm sorry, I was carried away by the example. It is very unlikely that such a text will evoke emotions. No, the sequence of actions is observed here - no alternative anatomy, the picture is clear ... But I personally imagine two mannequins, one of which hangs a sign "John", on the other - "Sam". Mannequin John with mannequin Sam show the correct sequence of actions during lovemaking. A kind of video lesson "Homosexual intercourse for the smallest", forgive me such cruel humor.

Why is this extreme bad? The fact that it is informative, but does not carry anything but information. After reading this, the reader is very likely to say: “They had sex. So what?"

This "So what?" should not occur. Do not be afraid to describe how the same John bit his lip, closed his eyes, licked his lips - and what they are, these same lips. Wet or dry, swollen and reddened, or, conversely, pale ... Yes, the text will be a little more loaded, but it is precisely such details that make the reader immerse himself in what is happening with his head, and not just read and forget.

It is appropriate to describe thoughts, fantasies. Perhaps some proportion of comparisons: the associative array of characters during the bed scene does not fall off. But here there is a danger of hitting the second extreme, which looks like this:

John kissed Sam, and then, undressing, looked at him. How beautiful his lover was! This slightly tanned skin reminded him of a recent trip to Italy, where they spent wonderful days own life. They swam, sunbathed, went on excursions to different cities and took a lot of different photos. One of these photographs now stood on the desk opposite. Sam in the photo was trying to cover his face with his hand: he never liked to be photographed, and at that time John hardly managed to capture him against the backdrop of St. Peter's Cathedral ...

… Do you still remember that they have sex there?

I think you also see the problem of this extreme: an excess of description that is not related to the erotic scene. This happens in two cases: either the author got carried away and decided to write about their trip to the Vatican to spite the poor Pope, or the author forgot that he was not writing a term paper and it was not necessary to fill the pages with extra text. In the end, no one will eat you if the bed scene is a little shorter, but you will describe the scene itself, and not the photo on the table and the carpet on the wall. How will it approximately look like? Something like this:

John pulled Sam towards him, kissing him greedily. The lover immediately grabbed at his hair, slightly pulling his head back and trying to take the initiative. Unbuttoning his lover's shirt, John ran his nails over his chest, watching the lightly tanned skin turn red.

Okay, I will not paint an example for twenty lines - I think you understand the essence. There should be a description, but it should refer to the sex scene itself. If a gun is hanging on the wall, then it should shoot, and if a photograph flashed in the bed scene, it means that they are jerking off at it or it was accidentally brushed to the floor, knocking someone over on the table. Or it seemed to the nervous guy that it would be nice to turn the photo upside down - otherwise the person depicted on it is staring at how they make love. Although if I were the lover of such a guy, I would be wary if the poor fellow has persecution mania, but the characters are different. Suddenly there is one.

About the characters

Suddenly, right? Although okay, who am I kidding - a very expected point. This is one of the most common mistakes - when in the bed scene the characters are confused and do not know what to do, and the almighty author adjusts them to one Procrustean Lodge of the world yaoi standard. Let's take the same abstract John and Sam as objects for analysis. So, we have John - a guy of the "bangs, piercings, tight pants" type. He is sometimes melancholy, but quite emotional and easily succumbs to impulses of emotions. Sexual experience - do not live so long. He is enthusiastic about the intimate side of life and is happy to please his partner. And Sam is a simple moderately shy guy of the "nerd flower" type, glasses, no muscles, forever a virgin until he meets John. So… Imagine that you are reading about this couple. And then it starts...

John glanced at the closed door of the room in surprise.
- Sam, would you like to talk?
Instead of answering, the beloved sat on John's hips, squirming insolently and licking his lips depravedly:
- Come on, fuck me, I know you want...

There is one of three things: either Sam has a split personality, or, as in the Brazilian TV series, he has an evil twin brother abandoned in infancy, or the character of the characters is not sustained by the author. Let's assume that in our case it is the latter.

Remember, going to new stage relationships, your characters do not immediately become different people with a different psychology. No, an unexpected transition is possible - a confident macho may turn out to be a virgin and feel shy, but there is a very high risk of precipitation with tomatoes and slippers. It is necessary to throw at least some traces of uncertainty into the previous text, so that the reader has the opportunity to at least briefly think: “What if he is not so macho?” Then everything will be organic in the bed scene.

But if the hero Everyday life did not show an easy and slightly curious attitude to the sexual side of life, he is unlikely to run even to a loved one with a cry: "Let's go fuck!". Heroes are still humans (or elves, or gnomes, or vampires, or demons, or aquarium fish- to each his own), they have a character. Do not change it in the bed scene. Don't be afraid to describe how a joker tried to make an embarrassing joke, or how a shy young man blushed and asked: "Maybe you shouldn't?", or how a rude punk swears from a buzz ... In general, remember: your heroes are people, not abstract models .

"Today I'm on top, and tomorrow you"

In view of huge amount yaoi anime, there was a division into "sem" (active) and "uke" (passive). But then, having decided that you need to be original, someone decided: “And let them change places every Monday!”.

In part, these people are right: a couple of two men is not a parody of a heterosexual couple, men most often do not have clear roles in the spirit of: “You are from below - to the kitchen, woman!” and "You're on top - provide for the family, man!". If the guy is from below, he is not necessarily a cutesy snot and snot. If the guy is on top, he is not necessarily a cool brutal.

Alright, I'll open terrible secret, the question "From above or below" is purely for the personal tastes of the couple. Someone in a buzz in any position (even in position 69 on a sacred chandelier), if only with a loved one. Some people like to be fucked doggystyle, on all fours, and prefer to be underneath. But this is not at all such a matter of life and death as they like to position it: if from below, it means that they are passive with everyone and everywhere, if from above, they will not let anyone near their royal fifth point and will fuck all those who attempt for arrogance.

The question “from above or below” is quite solvable for most couples at the level of those same tastes. But not so that the passive begins to think “Oh, I was fucked, I am morally humiliated and subordinate!”. In a loving couple, such thoughts are unlikely to arise, and if they arise, they are quickly treated with an elementary frank conversation. Men generally don't like to be inconvenienced - if they don't like something, they'll likely prefer to say it straight out rather than sit in a corner and sulk. My sisters girls, do not be offended.

What to do and why this item? To the fact that you should not sharpen the issue on the topic "active-passive". This is not a physiological necessity (with rare exceptions). Liabilities aren't born with a penis smaller than a finger, and assets don't have an anus stitched shut. If they do not change their position and are used to one from above, the other from below, it only means that they are more pleasant, and not that one of them is a girl.

Transferring someone else's "personal experience" to work

Now I am writing about those cases when a girl (let's not pretend - slash is mostly written by girls, I am one of them) tries to find on the Internet necessary information. Suppose she honestly approached the study of anatomy and other necessary things, that's just the problem ... Young men gay Those who decide to “enlighten” the unreasonable most often believe that if it was so with them, then it cannot be otherwise. And the poor girl gets confused in her testimony: one writes that it always hurts the first time, the other says that if the partner is experienced and there is lubrication, then only discomfort, and not hellish pain. One writes that if you do not caress the member of the passive, then he will not end at all, the second - that you don’t need to masturbate at all, because it “distracts” from the main sensations.

What to do with it? Apply someone else's personal experience» Dosed, so that there are no contradictions. Try to be more careful with these "hundred pounds of truthful" articles written by "one hundred percent" gays. Even if the article is really written by a guy, this does not mean at all that his personal experience is an indisputable truth. In no case am I trying to offend anyone and I hope that this advice will not be understood as: “Forget these tips from experienced people!”. Don't kill it. You just don’t need to follow them unquestioningly: remember, it happens in different ways, and not just the way one person described. Isn't this evidenced by the contradictions in such works by different authors?

Conclusion

This is where my article ends. Dear readers, love, be loved and let your heroes find happiness: don't make bobbleheads out of them. Let them also love each other without losing their face.

Best wishes to you. And good luck with your work!

K Rasivny, sensual, exciting, temperamental: we have collected for you the best erotic scenes world literature. Let's not be verbose! Read, enjoy!

"North".

“There is a green wreath in red hair, drops roll down from breasts, from delicate, pink, like cloudberries, tips - it should be cold. In the hands - geese, from geese - blood oozes, chiseled legs flow around.

There is no strength to endure. And right there, on the warm red stones, Marey warms the cool, pale pink cloudberries with her lips.

No, not warm yet, you see - still cold.

Somewhere the forests are on fire. A fire made of fragrant pine needles smokes on a red stone near a quiet lake. Pelka roasts a fat goose over a fire; fire plays on green, red; lips and hands covered in blood. He smiles a little audibly at Marey with his eyes: no need to say it out loud.

From a distance there is a crunch: a bear is rushing through the slum. It calmed down - and only the white husky grumbles angrily through a dream.

The fire goes out. Sister-pines are moving closer from the darkness - everything is darker, everything is already the world - and now there are only two in the whole world.

"Hello sadness." Françoise Sagan

“At six o’clock, returning from a voyage to the islands, Cyril dragged the boat to Sandy shore. We walked to the house through a pine grove and, in order to keep warm, started a fun fuss, ran around. He always caught up with me not far from home, with a victorious cry he rushed at me, threw me on the ground strewn with coniferous needles, twisted my arms and kissed me. Even now I still remember the taste of those suffocating, fruitless kisses and how Cyril's heart was beating near my heart in unison with the wave splashing on the sand... One, two, three, four - the heart was beating, and the sea was quietly splashing on the sand - one, two, three ... One - he began to breathe more evenly, the kisses became more confident, more insistent, I no longer heard the splash of the sea, and only quick, continuous jolts of my own blood resounded in my ears.

Julio Cortazar

“We were not in love with each other, we just made love with detached and critical sophistication and after that fell into a terrible silence, and the foam from the beer hardened in the glasses of tow and became warm, while we looked at each other and felt: this and there is time. Maga would eventually get up and start wandering around the room. More than once I saw how she admired her body in the mirror, lifting her breasts with her palms, as if on Syrian figurines, and with a slow glance seemed to stroke her skin. And I could not resist the desire to call her and feel how she was with me again after just a moment she was so alone and so in love, believing in the eternity of her body.

John Williams

“Sometimes, lazy and sleepy after love, he lay, washed by some slow, gentle stream of sensations and unhurried thoughts; being inside this stream, he did not know for sure whether he was speaking aloud or simply taking into his consciousness the words generated by these sensations and thoughts.

He dreamed of something perfect, of worlds where they could always be together, and he half believed in the feasibility of what he dreamed of. “But if you and I…” he said, and continued to speak, constructing an opportunity hardly more attractive than their current position. They both knew, without saying it out loud, that the possibilities they were inventing and contemplating were some kind of ritual gestures for the glory of their love and the life they now had.

And this life was such as neither he nor she could have imagined before. Their attraction to each other grew into a passion, and that into a deep sensuality, renewed day by day.

Love and books, Katherine once said. - What else is needed?

And Stoner thought that this was exactly the way it was, that this was one of the truths that he now knew.

For their life that summer was not limited to intimacy and conversations.

"Volhv". John Fowles

“I remembered Alison, our love games. If she were there, naked, we would make love on a bed of pine needles, take a dip and make love again. I was filled with bitter sadness, a mixture of memory and knowledge; memory of the past and due, the knowledge that nothing can be returned; and at the same time a vague guess that it’s not worth returning everything - for example, my empty ambitions or syphilis, which has not yet manifested itself. I felt great. God knows what will happen next; Yes, it doesn't matter when you're lying on the seashore in such wonderful weather. It is enough that you exist. I hesitated, waiting without fear for something to push me into the future. He rolled over on his stomach and indulged in love with the ghost of Alison, like an animal, without shame or reproach, like a lustful machine sprawled on the stones. And, burning the soles, he rushed into the water.

"Lolita". Vladimir Nabokov

“But my Lolitochka was a frisky girl, and when she let out that stifled laugh that I loved so much, I realized that she had previously contemplated me with playful eyes. She rolled over to my side, and her warm blond curls fell on my right collarbone. I faked waking up pretty badly. At first we were quiet. I softly stroked her hair and we kissed softly. I was somewhat blissfully embarrassed by the fact that her kiss was distinguished by a somewhat comical refinement in the sense of fluttering an inquisitive sting, from which I concluded that she had been trained in early age some little lesbian. No Charlie could teach her such tricks! As if wanting to see if I had had my fill and had learned the lesson I promised earlier, she leaned back a little, watching me. Her cheeks were flushed, plump underlip shone, my disintegration was close. Suddenly, with a flash of hooligan fun (a sign of a nymphet!), she put her mouth to my ear - but my mind for a long time could not break the hot rumble of her whisper into words, and she interrupted it with laughter, and brushed the curls from her face, and tried again, and an amazing feeling that I live in a fantastic, just created, crazy world, where everything is allowed, slowly overwhelmed me as I began to guess what exactly was being offered to me. I replied that I didn't know what game they were talking about - I didn't know what she and Charlie were playing. "You mean you never?" she began, gazing at me with a grimace of disgust and disbelief. "You mean never?" she began again. I took advantage of the respite to poke my face into various tender spots. "stop it," she squealed nasally, hastily removing her brown shoulder from under my lips. (In a very curious way, Lolita considered - and continued to count for a long time - all touches, except for a kiss on the lips and a simple sexual intercourse, either "slobbering romance" or "pathology"). "So you never," she insisted (now kneeling over me), "never did that when you were a boy?" "Never," I answered with complete truthfulness. "Fine," said Lolita, "so look how it's done." However, I will not bother the learned reader detailed story about Lolita's arrogance. Suffice it to say that not a trace of chastity was seen by a warped observer in this pretty, barely formed girl who was finally corrupted by the skills of modern boys, coeducation, scams like Girl Scout fires and the like. For her, purely mechanical intercourse was an integral part of secret world adolescents unknown to adults. How adults act to have children, it did not interest her at all. Lolitochka wielded the staff of my life with unusual energy and efficiency, as if it were an insensitive device that had nothing to do with me.

"Submission". Michel Houellebecq

“Miriam rang the doorbell at seven o'clock in the evening.

Happy birthday, Francois ... - she said from the threshold in a thin voice, and, rushing at me, kissed me on the lips, her kiss was long, sweet, our tongues and lips merged together. Returning with her to the living room, I noticed that she was even sexier than last time. She was wearing another black mini-skirt, even shorter than the old one, and stockings too - as she sat on the sofa, I saw a black garter belt buckle, shining on a dazzling white thigh. Her shirt, also black, turned out to be completely transparent, through it it was clearly visible how her breasts were agitated - I suddenly realized that my fingers remember touching the rims of her nipples, she smiled bewilderedly and for a moment I felt some kind of confusion in her and doom.

Did you bring me a present? - I tried to say it cheerfully to defuse the situation.

No, - she answered seriously, - I did not find anything that I liked.

After a pause, she suddenly spread her legs; she didn't put on any panties, and the skirt was so short that her pubis was immediately exposed, shaved and defenseless.

I'll take it in your mouth, she said, you'll like it. Come to my sofa...

I obeyed and let her undress me. She knelt before me...