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(from D H Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover) She arrived at the clearing flushed and semi-conscious. The keeper was there, in his shirt-sleeves, just closing up the coops for the night, so the little occupants would be safe. But still one little trio was pattering about on tiny feet, alert drab mites, under the straw shelter, refusing to be called in by the anxious mother. 'I had to come and see the chickens!' she said, panting, glancing shyly at the keeper, almost unaware of him. 'Are there any more?' 'Thurty-six so far!' he said. 'Not bad!' He too took a curious pleasure in watc… 阅读更多内容

(from D H Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover) Still he took no notice of her. Till he sat down and began to unlace his boots. Then he looked up at her from under his brows, on which the anger still sat firm. 'Shan't you go up?' he said. 'There's a candle!' He jerked his head swiftly to indicate the candle burning on the table. She took it obediently, and he watched the full curve of her hips as she went up the first stairs. It was a night of sensual passion, in which she was a little startled and almost unwilling: yet pierced again with piercing thrills of sensuality, different, sh… 阅读更多内容

“Thanks for the ride, Frank,” Andrea said as she got out of the car. It was still early, but dusk was gathering as she closed the door with a decisive click. “You’re a lifesaver.” Her coworker’s cheeks reddened until they nearly matched his hair. “Are you sure you don’t want to grab some dinner?” “I have a ton of work.” Turning, she started sidling away. “I really appreciate your help.” “Do you need me to pick you up in the morning?” Damn. Glancing towards her house, she looked for an escape. She found one in the dimming light, seated on the picnic table behind the house next door. “I’m su… 阅读更多内容

The Trees (1974) By Philip Larkin The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.… 阅读更多内容

Accents BY NITHY KASA My accent lingered at bay, bleaching its skin, hips tucked into a corset, chewing English. It cleansed its feet with the salty water then sat on a boulder, talking to itself, instructing the tongue how to pronounce, but it would do otherwise. ‘They will know you got here by boat not bicycle.’ The days spent passing verbs through a needle’s orb, knitting phrases, the pricking made you kneel to your toddler self. I came to send this trouble away. English is not mine to keep.… 阅读更多内容

Paris Syndrome BY VICTORIA KENNEFICK The Eiffel Tower erected itself in my head, we couldn’t find the lifts, climbed the stairs. Of course there were fireworks. We stared at each other, rare exhibits in the Louvre — you licked my Mona Lisa smile right off. Of course we were both in imaginary Chanel. We drank warm cider and ate pancakes, yours flambéed. I got drunk, my tights laddered on both legs. Of course we experienced tachycardia at the Moulin Rouge. Our hotel, a boxed macaron on a navy boulevard — we spun around in the dark outside, rain-dizzy. Of course we slept at… 阅读更多内容

Clive McClean is name you may not have heard before, but he s a legend of the modern US porn industry, McClean was an Englishman who graduated from univeristy as a graphic designer before getting into glamour photography almost by accident. But his talent led to his moving to the United States and ended up leading Histler's Barely Legal. Sadly, he passed away due to cancer aged only 60. But he had a life full of sucess, glamour, sex and fun. Here is obituiary from 18 years ago. Clive McLean Passes Away By: Dan Miller Posted: 11:06 am PST 3-29-2005 (AVN) CHATSWORTH, Calif. - AVN Hall of Fa… 阅读更多内容

Andrea Spinks | Nadia | Pixie (UK) Pixie (born January 28, 1979) was a popular English glamour model and lesbian pornographic actress, though now long retired. Born in Essex, she is half Cape Malay, with a look that has often been compared with Victoria Beckham and Bjork. Some have said she was the Thandie Newton of porn. With her short dark hair and petite frame, standing 5'1.5" (1.54 m) tall, she bucked the conventions of how glamour models should look. Her start came in 1998 when as a psychology student at Goldsmiths College, she replied to an advert placed in The Stage newspaper by pho… 阅读更多内容

"All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is complex and vital." - Oscar Wilde… 阅读更多内容

Chloe Cherry reveals why she left porn industry after ‘Euphoria’ success By Brooke Kato January 10, 2023 Chloe Cherry doesn’t want the royal treatment. In the latest episode of Emily Ratajkowski’s podcast “High Low,” the 25-year-old actress revealed why she ended her career as an adult film star following her turn as Faye in HBO’s “Euphoria.” “I’m just not comfortable with being that actress girl that everyone in the industry is going to, like, treat differently,” Cherry told the 31-year-old supermodel. “When I was just a normal person I was on an even playing… 阅读更多内容

My Fetishes Penthouse Interview with Donna Summer, PENTHOUSE July 1979 Penthouse: Your image is that of a supersexed, highly erotic seductress. Is there any relation between that image and the "real" Donna Summer? Summer: I wouldn't say so. I think I'm undersexed, actually I am sensual and very physical. I'm very erotic. But my sexuality exists on a sort of a fantasy level. Penthouse: What are your fantasies? Summer: Hey, wait a minute, this ain't a free show! Well, I'll say I have an incredible ability to fantasize- I really do. I don't have to have t… 阅读更多内容

31-YEAR-OLD LOVER by Kim Addonizio Note: The poet was 49 years old beginning menopause when she wrote this poem. 31-YEAR-OLD LOVER When he takes off his clothes I think of a stick of butter being unwrapped, the milky, fattish smoothness of it when it’s taken from the fridge still hard the way his body is hard, the high tight pectorals, the new dimes of the nipples pressed into his chest, the fan shape of the muscles underneath. I look at his arms, shaped as though a knife has slid along the curves to carve them out, deltoids, biceps, triceps, I almost can’t believe that he… 阅读更多内容

By Kim Addonizio (American poet) THE MATTER Some men break your heart in two… —Dorothy Parker, "Experience" Some men carry you to bed with your boots on. Some men say your name like a verbal tic. Some men slap on an emotional surcharge for every erotic encounter. Some men are slightly mentally ill, and thinking of joining a gym. Some men have moved on and can’t be seduced, even in the dream bars you meet them in. Some men who were younger are now the age you were then. Some men aren’t content with mere breakage, they’ve got to burn you to the ground. Some men you… 阅读更多内容

Learning to Float by April Lindner Relax. It's like love. Keep your lips moist and parted, let your upturned hands unfold like water lilies, palms exposed. Breathe deeply, slowly. Forget chlorine and how the cement bottom was stained blue so the water looks clear and Caribbean. Ignore the drowned mosquitoes, the twigs that gather in the net of your hair. The sun is your ticket, your narcotic, blessing your chin, the floating islands of your knees. Shut your eyes and give yourself to the pulsating starfish, purple and red, that flicker on your inner lids. Hallucination is p… 阅读更多内容

My Life as a Can-Can Dancer by Anna M. Evans There's nothing like it! When we form the line most men lean forward slightly in their seat and while we dance, forget to drink their wine hoping for a glimpse of something sweet. I flaunt my petticoats and flash my thighs— high kicks, jump splits—it's meant to be erotic. They all want us—I see it in their eyes. The choreography is so hypnotic they can't do anything but sit and stare and at the end our skirts fly overhead so they can see our frilly underwear. I have my pick of whom I take to bed letting them know that if they're ha… 阅读更多内容

What Do Women Want? By Kim Addonizio (b 1954 USA ) I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. I want to walk like I’m the… 阅读更多内容

Beauty is not an ornament to the good life, it is at its heart by Nick Riggleis Nick Riggleis a philosopher and writer. He is associate professor in the Department of Philosophy at the University of San Diego. His third book is This Beauty: A Philosophy of Being Alive (2022). It is a remarkable and mysterious fact that a life devoted to beauty can be a good life. Leonard Cohen spent his life writing beautiful songs and literature: ‘A lot of those songs are just a response to what struck me as beauty, whatever that curious emanation from a being or an object or a si… 阅读更多内容

Can't Get Out of this Mood Frank Loesser All day long before my eyes come little visions of you, They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do. Can't get out of this mood, Can't get over this feeling, Can't get out of this mood, Last night your lips were appealing, The thrill should have been all gone by today, in the usual way, But it's only your arms that I'm out of. Can't get out of this dream What a fool to dream of you, Twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you, But now I'm saying it, I'm playing it dumb, Can't get out of this mood, Heartbreak here I com… 阅读更多内容

But Beautiful Who can say what love is Does it start in the mind or the heart? When I hear discussions on what love is Everybody speaks a different part, Love is funny, or it's sad Or it's quiet, or it's mad It's a good thing or it's bad But beautiful Beautiful to take a chance and if you fall you fall And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all Love is tearful, or it's gay It's a problem or it's play It's a heartache either way But beautiful And I'm thinking if you were mine I'd never let you go And that would be but beautiful I know And I'm thinking if you were mine I'd never let yo… 阅读更多内容

There is something to be said for the specific elixir of escapism and engagement that a great steamy movie scene can inspire in us, whether we’re watching alone or with a partner, in bed or cozied up on the couch with candles lit. We get on a roller coaster of tension and release, up and down, without ever having to leave home. When we enter the onscreen erotic landscape, the fantasy enters us, too. And when we do this with a partner, we can explore the same erotic universe together, fully fleshed out with characters, plot, and setting. When we watch an erotic scene, our syste… 阅读更多内容