/lit/ - Literature

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The classics can take some effort sometimes, due to the immense temporal separation between author and reader. It's not "enjoyable" in the way you can pull up images of big tits, jerk your hard cock almost until the point of completion, only to back off and allow your blood to settle (in the business, we call this "edging"). Reading the classics isn't like that feeling of finally being unable to control the overwhelming urge to cum and finally giving in, even though your VHS player has segued to hard static and the only tits you can see are overlaid by your brain upon the infinite canvas of your television screen. No classic can compare to that moment, when, closing your eyes, you gout torrential bursts of cum from your hard cock... maybe your legs go spasmodic, you start spinning in your chair (uncontrollably), the cum spraying everywhere as you spin... a full-court press of cum drenching your clothes, floor... creeping up the window shades, dripping from the ceiling in great globs of cum slurry... reading the classics isn't all that great, honestly.