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[ioudas]

❝ the lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, o lord, endures forever. do not forsake the work of your hands. ❞

psalms

do you actually believe that, though? do you believe in destiny or do you believe that it is our own? discuss.

also, since we're having a deep conversation. google would have made my life a whole lot easier if it had existed in the 1800s. then again there would not be young men saying that they love vintage victorian erotica more than the mainstream kind (here's a hint: it's still erotica).

if you're a really old guy wearing a hood over your head, you owe me a saturday night for the one you ruined. cash only.

(ooc: sorry, this got really NSFW)

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permavoice;

[waiting]

[ Give him a few to process that. ]

--wow. So much for people being prudes back then.

Did he really need that many words to say he popped a boner?

[ioudas]

I know, it's better than that new one- what is it called Arrested Restraint?

Yes, because are a verbose people. Victorian English, I mean.

[waiting]

Haven't even heard of it. [ Reading? Bradbury? Hah. It's not that he's illiterate, but who's got the time for that shit with the hours he keeps? Though to be fair, the job has a lot of downtime. ] You don't think it's worth a read?

Keeping things simple works for me.

[ioudas]

It's as if a virgin read about the pleasures of sex.

(he sighs. he has nothing better to do anyway.)

And then, he saw the flush of her skin and he was drawn in, body and all.

That better?

[waiting]

I figure if someone's actually getting laid, they'd be too busy to write about it. So you might be onto something there.

[ a nearly audible wince. ]

That an excerpt?

[ioudas]

No, it's one by Danielle Mettelle, who seems to be the expert on Victorian trysts.

[waiting]

I don't do a lot of reading. [ He pauses, but when he speaks again, he has to grin. ]

Hey, if you've got something against how people like writing their porn, maybe you should have a crack at it yourself.

[ioudas]

(..... he could do that.)

You think?

[waiting]

Why not?

[ he doesn't even really know why he's encouraging the idea, but... ]

What's the worst that could happen?

[ioudas]

Seriously, there couldn't be anything lost. But, is there an actual need for people like me?

[waiting]

You tell me. You're the one who said there are people out there who like vintage Victorian erotica.

[ioudas]

You do realize that I was unimpressed, right?

[waiting]

Yeah, but you don't need to be impressed by someone to make money off them. There's a sucker born every minute.

[ioudas]

Anything's better than this crap:

Color swam across my face as arousal drowned me; if I'd had any expectations, not a single one was proven true that night. I was better for it, had I let my inhibitions take over I'm sure I'd have never been able to open myself up completely, to him or for him. Kristof's body was pressed so tightly against mine it was painful, but the pain only made the pleasure that was to follow easier to accept. In contrast, his hand was so peculiarly gentle on my chest that the touch almost went unnoticed until, as I was turning my head over my shoulder to look at his face, I happened to see that his arm was wrapped around me.

[waiting]

You've got a lot of free time, don't you?

You'd think having someone's hand on your tits would be hard to miss.

[ioudas]

I'm so bored that I have a drinking game based off of it.

How does one gently lay their hands upon a woman's breast?

[waiting]

Uh -- gently, I guess?

[ what is he even supposed to answer that with... ]

If the rest of the book reads like that, I'm not exactly sure who their target audience is supposed to be.

[ioudas]

Oh, it gets better.

"I hadn't the strength to turn him away, nor the will; when he came to me again it was only minutes before my clothes were shed, almost torn from my body. Time was always of the essence between the two of us, so rare was the chance that we could discretely be in each other's company that we rarely wasted a single moment not entangled in each other's arms. When I kneeled so that I might undo his trouser buttons he had me by the hair, yanking my head up so that he could grip my neck tightly within other hand.

"I have you now," he said lowly. He almost never spoke, but his voice to me was like an aphrodisiac -- excitement stirred in both my head and my loins. I wrenched my head so that my face was pressed to his bare stomach and moaned his name against the flesh.

"Oh yes, please do," I said, blood rushing through my body so quickly that I felt delirious."

[waiting]

[ Somewhere in the middle of all that, Bradbury's ears just start shutting Cross out. Act of self preservation, man. ]

You know how creepy it sounds when reading that out loud, right? [ The pop and hiss of carbonation suggest that he wandered off to grab a beer at some point. ]

[ioudas]

The British accent is supposed to make it sound absolutely unappealing, actually.

(but he gets it.)

Seriously though, if I'm reading it out loud, it can't be classified as anything more than comedy.

threadjack!!!

[enigmaestro]

Is the narrator a man or a woman? Because what's being "opened up completely", to paraphrase, isn't from the front.

[ioudas]

You could never guess by the way it was written.

[enigmaestro]

The superficial detail in that regard leaves a lot to the imagination. The narrator seems almost, well, virginal. It seems to be their first night engaged with the man -- or, perhaps, ever.

Maybe the author is projecting? Such would explain the, ah, open-ended queries.

[ioudas]

Or the author can't write and hates having sex.

[enigmaestro]

Oh, cutting. I wonder -- have you read all of it? Genuinely curious.