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Nymphet

(warning: this short piece references hebephilia)

Push apart the bovine thighs; they are sallow, unformed as dough. These hotel rooms dotted through the city were meant to be breadcrumbs, devoured by thoughtless birds. 421 more words

Writing

Moan in her warm hair...

I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and ‘oh, no,’ Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all would be shattered.

Vladimir Nabokov
Lolita

Life

Breakfast Discussion "to like a psychopath"

Hey Mooray

Julia finished reading Lolita this morning – we sat down and had the best discussion about it. A lot of people find it hard to read or disturbing due to its content/ superficial themes, and because of this often can’t finish the book (well at least in my experience of asking people, this seems to be the case). 695 more words

Zoe

Great American Novel Quest – The Second Batch

The Quest continues…

The first batch of ten contenders produced some fantastic reads, but so they should have since they were carefully chosen as some of the traditional front-runners in the race to be… 1,168 more words

Book Review