What's You're Favourite Piece Of Erotic Literature?

[Golden]

good thread Rach ...

Hey and welcome back - thought you were dead ... thought we'd killed you!

Is it very naff to find Springsteen lyrics erotic?

I'm on Fire for instance ...

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I’m on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I’m on fire
Sometimes it’s like, someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I’m on fire
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and Racing in the street reminds me of my age ... tears to my eyes!


I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She’s waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings attached
We shut ’em up and than we shut ’em down

Tonight, tonight the strip’s just right
I wanna blow ’em off in my first heat
Summer’s here and the time is right
For racin’ in the street

We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast state
When the strip shuts down we run ’em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
Some guys come home from work and wash up,
And go racin’ in the street.

Tonight, tonight the strip’s just right
I wanna blow ’em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world, we’re going racin’ in the street.

I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camero with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camero off my back,
and drove that little girl away,
But now there’s wrinkles around my baby’s eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs, "Baby did you make it all right,"
She sits on the porch of her Daddy’s house
But all her pretty dreams are torn,
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels,
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me, we’re gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands.

Tonight, tonight the highway’s bright
Out of our way, mister you best keep
’Cause summer’s here and the time is right
For racin’ in the street.

 

[Isabella Thorne]

Chauuuuud .......

Pour toi, Rachel ... lol ...

"Believe it or not, I bet Celine Dion is pretty good in bed. She's a make-love type: candlelight, sumptuous roast and wine, gentle hands--not what my average reader looks for in a lay, but there's someone for everyone, and for Celine's bearded, fatherly manager-husband, there's Celine.

But as I watched on VH-1 her unfortunately-shaped lips drag out words about her heart going on and on while stars blazed in the background and an enormous ship went down, I was hit with the fantasy of me and Celine bumping into each other backstage at the Grammys show.

In the filthiest language she lets me know that she'll do anything to get good reviews out of journalists like me. She says she'll take me into her private dressing room and rake her fake nails across my back until they break off, and then when she¹s done with me she'll just glue them back on and no one will be the wiser. She's saying all these inappropriate things in that careful French-Canadian accent of hers, like, "Who¹s your momma, bitch?" At first I try to stifle my laughter, snort into my fist--then all of a sudden I'm totally freakin' turned on. I say, "OK, come get me, hot momma," in my Yankee accent. She hurries me into her room and just slams me to the floor and it's so great. She's so lithe and coiffed. Wildcat."

~Lisa Carver / aka Lisa Suckdog~

 

[Never]

Father Damien:
"Dear Friends of Erotica! Open a copy of the Marquis deSade's magnificently depraved "Juliette"! Read it with an open mind and you will be delited and depraved at the same fucking time! I challenge anyone be they man, woman or other to make it thru this book unscathed! Very SINcerely yours, Fr. Damien!"

Why, yes, I read that boring, longwinded, and uninspired novel. You can't imagine how scathed I was when I realized I'd wasted so much of my time.

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[Rachel Picabia]

Hey, there Golden. Good to see you back. How you doing? Rumours of my demise have been greatly exagerated.

Hello, Never too. Glad to see you around. What's up with you though? Some of your posts have been (how can I say this?) decidedly un-meaningless.

Good selection of stuff, the rest of you bad bad people, but I need more quotes.

Bella - hahahahaha!!! Lisa Suckdog - she's da MAN!

Here's another little quote from her book 'Dancing Queen' (Owl Books - written as Lisa Carver)). It's not about sex, it's about the K-Mart, but it's pretty funny:

The difference between K-mart and all the other marts is K-mart is cheap and gaudy, while the others are just cheap. Take the Angel Bubbles Barbie I saw at K-mart one time-maybe not the most craftsmanship of finesse went into this doll, but she's an angel and bubbles come out of her. I think that's pretty fancy! I'm in favor of guadiness for the poor. If you're Kelly Klein and you have a tanning salon in your house and a personal trainer to help with your "problem areas" and you can go to a spa or plastic surgeon for glowing, happy skin whenever you want, then you look good in just a plain brown shirt and jeans. When you're a K-mart shopper, that's not a "problem area" - that's your butt. When your skin is sallow nine months a year and you have crow's feet and you drink too much, your appearance can only benefit by having feather earings and a big bubble-plastic butterfly on your chest. You gotta have some bravado. You gotta distract people; they'll be so fascinated by the glitzy elements of your wardrobe they won't even notice your physical faults and povery. So what if the stitches at the seams aren't so tight? What do I care if my clothes fall apart after twenty wearings? I don't want to wear the same thing a million times anyway. And if I really love something, I'll buy three of it - that way I can be seen in it sixty times. And I've still paid only six dollars! As for not being fashionable: I think it's cute to be six months to two years (or more!) behind everybody else. So some gal might look at you in your tight K-mart jumpsuit (pink, with matching pink bubblegum popping in and out of your pink glossy lips) and think, "God, that outfit is so 1982! And there's a thread unraveling - can't she afford anything better?!" But that mean gal's boyfriend is thinking, "That looks good!" He might even think, "Hmm, I sure would like to yank on that loose thread and see what happens."

 

[Gaucho]

Dix's post got me thinking...

...you've got a bad habit of doing that, Dix. In the current spirit of the board, a little more inanity, 'kay?

Anyway, his post reminded me of this chestnut from the salad days of Reg and Bernie:

Come Down in Time

In the quiet silent seconds I turned off the light switch
And I came down to meet you in the half light the moon left
While a cluster of night jars sang some songs out of tune
A mantle of bright light shone down from a room

Come down in time I still hear her say
So clear in my ear like it was today
Come down in time was the message she gave
Come down in time and I'll meet you half way

Well I don't know if I should have heard her as yet
But a true love like hers is a hard love to get
And I've walked most all the way and I ain't heard her call
And I'm getting to thinking if she's coming at all

Come down in time I still hear her say
So clear in my ear like it was today
Come down in time was the message she gave
Come down in time and I'll meet you half way

There are women and women, and some hold you tight
While some leave you counting the stars in the night

Not too erotic, I know, but for a boy of 17, a late bloomer who had never even seen a real pussy up close let alone fucked one, this song perfectly expressed the pent-up sexual longing I felt at the time.

 

[Never]

Rachel Picabia:
"Hello, Never too. Glad to see you around. What's up with you though? Some of your posts have been (how can I say this?) decidedly un-meaningless."

I honestly don't know. It's like I've lost something - something meaningless.
The drudgery of life is catching up with me. First you're happy then you're sad, then you're happy, then you're indifferent... You circle around like a gerbil in a wheel all your life and typically accomplish nothing of lasting value..
Sorry, I'm too tired to put any effort into it. Why understand life when you can just live it for a couple decades and then die?

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[Guest]

I think you're just pining for Endlessly, Never. I wonder when she's coming back. I nominated her for best poem over on the nominations board.

 

[Rachel Picabia]

Why understand life when you can just live it for a couple decades and then die?

Why not live it for 8 or 9 decades? You still won't understand life but you'll have plenty more time to find out which coctail of Haggendass (sp) flavours tastes best.

 

[Never]

I always assumed she left because I was here..


Rachel Picabia:
Why not live it for 8 or 9 decades? You still won't understand life but you'll have plenty more time to find out which coctail of Haggendass (sp) flavours tastes best.

8 or 9 decades of this... While I may not be able to live a meaningful life at least I should be able to live a short one.

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By the way, Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia.

 

[Rachel Picabia]

But you are living a meaningful life, Never, and besides I hear that in the year 2066 they're bringing out Cherry Ambrosia flavour Ben and Jerry's!

[Edited by Rachel Picabia on 01-04-2001 at 10:00 AM]

 

[riff]

No time for a long recitation, but...

THE BOOK- not the softcore movies of the theme:

DH Lawrence: LADY CHATTERLY'S LOVER

I'll never forget reading it a few years back for the xth time and I got so damned hot. I was lying on the bed. It was afternoon. I called for Lila (my girl at the time) and begged her to please fuck me because the reading had got me so horny. What a great woman- she indulged me. She wasn't in the mood at all, but I think all those PLEASEs got to her. I was really hot. I wonder why she submitted- was it love or simply an appeal to the female ego? In anycase, I was quite relieved and was able to continue reading.

Milan Kundera: THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

Not "erotic" lit per se, but highly charged. Very intellectual, but not cerebral. Kundera will always be awesome because he totally understands that eroticism transcends carnality. Eroticism is between your ears- not in your groin. I can't praise ULB enough, but his other stuff is just as good. THE BOOK OF LAUGHTER AND FORGETTING. LIFE IS ELSEWHERE.

 

[Rachel Picabia]

Not read the book, 'The Unbearable Lightness Of Being', but I actually thought the film wasn't bad.