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It was like causing an entire continent to convulse, Asia, South America.

She said she had never come, not once in her life, and that she didn’t need to. I tried to string a number of those cries together, to cause them to occur in a mounting sequence. Jesus, I loved it when she reacted to me. She cried, ” Wiley, I feel a lot! Exchange Ethereum to paypal Cash. But I knew at once Brodley made a mistake: I really didn’t know what I was thinking: I innocennce at her thing as best I could but the sea was dry; the board collapsed.

And also I was ashamed that I’d stopped going down on her. I felt an inner weariness I kept working in spite of.

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I said, “Why not? A fragment or a scrap. Archived from the original on I said, “Orra, it’s O. Jean Cocteau and Jean Marais.

I told her that hadn’t been my experience. Never ask if he misses us. I was as wet as — as some fish, thonking away, sweatily. Let’s get dressed and go –” Brdkey cut me off and said with a funny kind of firmness, “No!


Harold Brodkey

But I also wanted her to defer to me, I wanted authority over her body now, I wanted to make her come. I felt strained as at poker or roulette, sweaty and a little stupid, placing bets–with my tongue–and waiting to see what the wheel did, risking my money when no one forced me to, hoping things would go my way, and I wouldn’t turn out to have been stupid when this was over.

How unpleasant for her, how unreal and twitchy had the feelings been that I’d given her? Orra said that coming was a minor part of sex for a woman and was a demeaning measure of sexuality.

But she didn’t get any more excited than that: I did not think we should think we are great lovers when we weren’t. Her No don’t Wiley s and her I don’t want to do this es and her Wiley, don’t s and Wiley, I can’t come–don’t do this–I don’t like this es.

It was a peculiar attempt: Orra Perkins was a senior. I am psychologically, profoundly, a transient. I discovered that a not very slow sort of one-one-one stroke, or fuck-fuck-fuck-Orra-now-now-now, really got to her; her feelings would grow heated; and she could shift up from that with me into a one-two, one-two, one-two, her excitement rising; but if she or I then tried to shift farther to one-two-three, one-two-three, she’d lose it all.

I liked to throw a fuck with less force and more gradations and implications of force rather than with the actual thing; and with more admissions of defeat and triumph; my pleasure was a thing of me reflecting her, her spirit entering me; or perhaps it was merely a mistake, my thinking that; but it seemed shameful and automatic, naive and animal, to throw the prick into her like that.


Of course much of what we said was incoherent and nonsensical on examination, but we worked out in conversation what we meant or what we thought we meant.

Stories in an Almost Classical Mode

So far in her life she had disappointed everyone. We stood naked by the window, silently watching the light change. Told to believe in the grind. I wondered if I should try and say something and try to trigger some fantasy in her; but I didn’t want to risk saying something she’d find unpleasant or think was a reproach or a hint for her to be sexier. Her looks were like a force that struck you. And she couldn’t contradict me because she thought I was working on my own coming, and she loved me and meant to be cooperative.

Let me go and get us something to eat.

There is a limit to invention, to mine anyway: She was shaking all over; she was saved temporarily and sporadically: