Hands Free Orgasm NC-17 Porn Alert Cosmopolis and Fanfic Surviving Bella

"Eric looked directly into Jane's face. He liked doing this, which surprised him....A splash of hair lay moist and flat on her forehead, showing the first faint veining of gray. The water bottle dangled from a lank hand.

She did not recede from his gaze. She made complete eye contact. ..He wanted to lick the sweat off the inside of her wrist...

When Nevius did the finger, it was in and out in seconds. Ingram was probing for some murky fact. Jane was the fact. She had the bottle in her crotch, knees flopped outward now, and watched him. ... Something passed between them, deeply, a sympathy beyond the standard meanings... some vast sexus of arousal drawing hi toward her, complicatedly, with Ingram's finger up his ass....

You grip the water bottle.

It's that soft type plastic.

You grip it. You choke it.

It's a matter of fact thing.

It's sexual tension.

It's everyday nervousness in a life.

It's sexual tension....

Eric put on the glasses....

My mood shifts and bends.  But when I'm alive and heightened, I'm super acute. Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see a woman who wants to live shamelessly in her body. Tell me this is not the truth. You want to follow your body  into idleness and fleshiness.  That's why you have to run, to escape the drift of your basic nature. Tell me I'm making it up. You can't do that. It's there in your face, all of it, the way it rarely shows in any face. What do I see? Something lazy, sexy and insatiable....

This is the woman you are inside the life. Looking at you what? I'm more excited than I've been since the first burning nights of adolescent frenzy. Excited and confused. I look at you and feel an erection stirring even as the situation argues strenuously against it...

I look at you and feel electric. Tell me you don't feel it too. ...I know what you are. You are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. A woman who was born to sit strapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him....

Sex finds us out. Sex sees through us. That's why it's so shattering. It strips us of appearances. I see a near naked woman in her exhaustion and need, stroking a plastic bottle pressed between her thighs. Am I honor-bound to think of her as an executive and a mother? She sees a man in a posture of rank humiliation. ...

He could think and speak of other things but only within the pain.     He was living in the gland, in the scalding fact of his biology...

Days like this. He snaps a finger and a flame shoots up. Every sensitivity, all his attunements. Things are ready to happen that normally never do. She knows what he means, that they don't even have to touch. The same thing that's happening to him is happening to her. She doesn't need to crawl under the table and suck his dick. Too trite to interest either one of them. The flow is strong between them. The emotional tone. Let it express itself. He sees her in her wallow and feels his pelvic muscles begin to quiver. He says, Tell me to stop and I'll stop." But he doesn't wait for her to reply. There isn't time. The tails of his sperm cells are lashing already.  She is his sweetheart and lover and slut undying. He doesn't have to do the unspeakable thing he wants to do. He only has to speak it. Because they're beyond every model of established behavior. He only has to say the words.

Jane:Say the words. 

Eric:I want to bottle-fuck you slowly with my sunglasses on....

Cronenberg better leave this scene in or he's a fucking coward.

Cronenberg is not a fucking coward.

Surviving Bella by Savage

In Savage's Surviving Bella the ship has sunk and Edward and Bella are on a raft running out of food and water. The long slow time resonates with:

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Life of Pi by Yann Martel 

Death is still on the raft as well. But the feel of endless time and the nearness of death is equally tense in both. Sex is palpable in Savage's Surviving Bella and this Edward, after finding out Bella has never had an orgasm with Jacob, her first and only boyfriend, Edward propositions her:

"I could do it, you know," I heard myself say. My voice had dropped down low, but I knew she still heard me. I could hear her breathing increase over the soft lapping of waves against the edge of the raft. I leaned over only a little, bringing my mouth closer to her ear. "I could make you come without even touching you." (chapter 7)

"So fucking sexy," I murmured, daring to get close to her ear again. "Are you wet, Bella?"
"Yes…"
"Tell me how wet you are."
"Oh, God…Edward…"
"Pinch your nipple again," I told her. "Rub your thumb over your clit. That's it, around in a circle."
Sweat appeared on her forehead, and though the back of my mind registered the loss of water as important, watching her finger herself was just too incredible to even consider telling her to stop. She could have my water. She could have all the fucking water. As long as I got to watch this, I could keel over right now and be perfectly content.

"Move that finger in and out, Bella," I continued. I was sure she was getting close. "Roll your nipple with your thumb and finger…good…there ya go…so hot…all I can think about is my cock being in there. I can almost feel it sliding up into you, just like your fingers are now. Curl them up, Bella. Curl your fingers up toward your clit – like you were trying to touch your thumb to your fingers through your body – and push down with your thumb…"
Bella let out a soft groan, and I blew across her ear once more.....(chapter 9)

There's more before and after this excerpt.

The rule by Baudrillard: If you are going to write about seduction then your writing must be more seductive than what you are writing about.