Members MsGuy Posted February 2, 2014 Members Share Posted February 2, 2014 From Teleny sometimes attributed to Oscar Wilde: "…Tell me, which is your favourite scent?" “ Heliotrope blanc. ” Without giving me an answer, he pulled out his hankerchief and gave it to me to smell. "All our tastes are exactly the same, are they not?" and saying this, he looked at me with such a passionate and voluptuous longing, that the carnal hunger depicted in his eyes made me feel faint. "You see, I always wear a bunch of white heliotrope; let me give this to you, that its smell may remind you of me tonight, and perhaps make you dream of me." And taking the flowers from his buttonhole, he put them into mine with one hand, whilst he slipped his left arm around my waist and clasped me tightly, pressing me against hi swhole body for a few seconds. That short space of time seemed to me an eternity. I could feel his hot and panting breath against my lips. Below, our knees touched, and I felt something hard press and move against my thigh. My emotion then was such that I could hardly stand; for a moment I thought he would kiss me - nay, the crisp hair of his moustache was slightly tickling my lips, producing a most delightful sensation. However, he only looked deep into my eyes with a demoniac fascination. After much subterfuge, sleeping with other people, and Camille’s attempted suicide when he finds out Teleny is sleeping with most of Paris, they finally kiss: A most perculiar sensation came over me at this moment. As my hands wandered over his head, his neck, his shoulders, his arms, I could not feel him at all; in fact, it seemed to me as if I was touching my own body. Our burning foreheads were pressed against each other, and his swollen and throbbing veins seemed my own fluttering pulses. Instinctively, and without seeking each other, our mouths united by a common consent. We did not kiss, but our breath gave life to our two beings. […] We thus remained for some time in a state of overpowering delirium, feeling, every instant, a more raptuous, maddening pleasure in each other’s kisses, which kept goading us on to madness by increasing that heat which they could not allay, and by stimuating that hunger they could not appease. The very quintessence of love was in these kisses. All that was excellent in us - the essential part of our beings - kept rising and evaporating from our lips like the fumes of an ethereal, intoxicating, ambrosial fluid. AdamSmith 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Paragon Posted June 5, 2014 Share Posted June 5, 2014 If you take a flower from the butthole, is that a deflowering experience? It probably takes a Gordon Merrick novel for that to happen. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Paragon Posted June 6, 2014 Share Posted June 6, 2014 How did this get moved to the Pub after 3 months in another forum? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AdamSmith Posted June 6, 2014 Share Posted June 6, 2014 How did this get moved to the Pub after 3 months in another forum? Clearly our new BoyToy mod/admin takes the job seriously. I for one look forward greatly to his stewardship here. Continuing the path laid down by our inestimable TampaYankee. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members MsGuy Posted June 6, 2014 Author Members Share Posted June 6, 2014 How did this get moved to the Pub after 3 months in another forum? Clearly Mr. BoyToy has been wanking off to this bit of Edwardian fluff and judged it worthy of a wider audience. And on re-reading, I find myself a tad randy myself. Again. Thanks, BoyToy! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Paragon Posted June 6, 2014 Share Posted June 6, 2014 How did this get moved to the Pub after 3 months in another forum? Clearly our new Mr. BoyToy takes his wanking very seriously. I look forward to a continuous stream of efficiencies that bring a wider, yet thinner audience. On re-reading, I find myself taking the flowers from my buttonhole and sniffing them while my throbbing eyes look gracefully at the pulsating colors. Soon, I begin wishing I was in Thailand, safely in my room after curfew, but not alone. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members boiworship Posted June 7, 2014 Members Share Posted June 7, 2014 Oh wow, I remember surreptitiously reading Gordon Merrick paperbacks in the drug store as a teen! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members MsGuy Posted June 7, 2014 Author Members Share Posted June 7, 2014 Oh wow, I remember surreptitiously reading Gordon Merrick paperbacks in the drug store as a teen! LOL, me too! First time I ran across one, it took a while to really believe what I was reading (I'd never seen gay porn before or really much of any thing gay). Near as I could figure, the drug store had no idea what was on the paperback rack. AdamSmith 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Paragon Posted June 7, 2014 Share Posted June 7, 2014 I have the hardback original copy of The Lord Won't Mind. It seems to have started out as a serious novel, but then just went soft porn and forgot about being serious. Gordon Merrick is the author who slipped into a novel the story of the playwright who met an actor in his show for some sex at the Waldorf...people think he meant Moss Hart. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest hitoallusa Posted June 8, 2014 Share Posted June 8, 2014 Oh my what an intense kiss scene.. I want a guy who could kiss me like that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
