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[Anonymous No.1245578]

EVERY TIME HE WRITES ABOUT SEX I WANT TO BARF

[Anonymous No.1245587]

EVERY TIME HE WRITES ABOUT SEX I WANT TO FAP

[Anonymous No.1245591]

EVERY TIME HE WRITES ABOUT SEX I WANT TO BARF AND FAP

[Anonymous No.1245597]

>>1245587
EVERY TIME HE WRITES ABOUT HOMOSEX I WANT TO FAP

EVERY TIME HE WRITES ABOUT HETEROSEX I WANT TO BARF

NORMAL STRAIGHT PEOPLE DON'T HAVE A THING FOR ARMPITS, YOU ARE DOING A HILARIOUSLY BAD JOB OF FAKING IT

[Anonymous No.1245616]

>>1245597

Whenever he finishes a manuscript, Ayelet goes through and methodically changes "teenage boy's anus" to "armpit" every time it occurs.

[Anonymous No.1245650]

I fear my orgasm has left me a cripple

P.S.: Love the cabin.

[Anonymous No.1245677]

EVERY TIME HE WRITES I WANT TO BARF

[Anonymous No.1245694]

the number of writers who do good sex scenes vs. those who do nauseating ones is pretty damning

[Anonymous No.1245699]

>>1245597
I politely disagree about the armpits.

[Anonymous No.1245717]

>>1245650
The face Jerry and George make after this line always kills me

[Anonymous No.1245726]

>>1245699
ewwww

just go eat some funyuns while watching porn

[Anonymous No.1245740]

Eventually they left Overlook Overlook and went down into the crowds of Topside, and slowly made their way through the bars to one of the bathhouses. They piled into the changing room and took off their clothes, and wandered naked through the dark warm watery rooms, the water waist-deep, ankle-deep, chest-deep—hot, cold, lukewarm—splitting up, finding each other later, having sex with scarcely visible strangers, Zo working slowly through several partners to her own orgasm, purring happily as her body clamped down on itself and her mind went away. Sex, sex, there was nothing like sex, except for flying, which it much resembled: the rapture of the body, yet another echo of the Big Bang, that first orgasm. Joy at the sight of the stars in the skylight overhead, at the feel of warm water and of some boy who came in her and stayed in her, nearly hard, and three minutes later stiffened and started humping again, laughing at the approach of another bright orgasm. After that she sloshed into the comparative brightness of the bar and found the others there, Estavan declaring that the night’s third orgasm was usually the best, with an exquisitely long approach to climax and yet still a good bit of semen left to ejaculate. "After that it’s still fine, but more of an effort, you have to be wild to get off, and then it isn’t like the third anyway."

[Anonymous No.1245742]

Zo and Rose and the rest of the women agreed that in this as in so many other ways, being female was superior; in a night at the baths they routinely had several wonderful orgasms, and even these were as nothing compared to the status orgasmus, a kind of running continuous orgasm that could last half an hour if one were lucky and one’s partners skillful. There was a craft to this that they studied assiduously, but it was still more art than science, as they all agreed: one had to be high but not too high, with a group but not a crowd ... lately they had gotten pretty reliably good at it, they told Zo, and happily Zo demanded proof. "Come on, I want to be tabled." Estavan hooted and led her and the rest down to a room with a big table sticking out of the water. Imhotep lay on his back on the table, Zo’s mattress man for the session; she was lifted up by the others, lying on her back as well, and slid down onto him, and then the whole group was on her, hands and mouths and genitals, a tongue in each ear, in her mouth, contact everywhere; after a while it was all an un-differentiated mass of erotic sensation, total sexsurround, Zo purring loudly. Then when she started to come, arching up off Imhotep with the violence of the cramping, they all kept going, more subtly now, teasing her, not letting her land, and then she was off and flying, the touch of a little finger would keep her going, until she cried out "No, I can’t," and they laughed and said "You can," and kept her going until her stomach muscles truly cramped, and she rolled violently off Imhotep and was caught by Rose and Estavan. She couldn’t even stand. Someone said they had had her off for twenty minutes; it had felt like two, or eternity. All her abdominal muscles ached, as did her thighs and butt. "Cold bath," she said, and crawled off to the cool water in a nearby room.

[Anonymous No.1245939]

>>1245740
Sci-fi sex is worst sex