ooc: just pasting some stuuuuff
an excerpt from Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's Venus in Furs:
"I beg you," I stammered, "but you'll be angry."
"Do whatever you like with me," she whispered.
"Well, kick me, I beg you. Otherwise I'll go crazy!"
"Haven't I forbidden you?" Wanda snapped. "You're incorrigible."
"Ah, I'm so dreadfully in love." I had knelt down and was pressing my hot face into her lap.
"I truly believe," said Wanda, musing, "that your entire madness is simply a demonic, unsated sensuality. Our naturalness must create such diseases. If you were less virtuous, you'd be completely sensible."
"Well, then, smarten me up," I murmured. My hands wallowed in her hair and in the shimmering fur, which heaved and sank on her surging bosom like a moonlit wave, confusing all my senses.
And I kissed her - no, she kissed me, so wildly, so ruthlessly, as if to kill me with her kisses. I was delirious, I had long since lost my powers of reasoning, and now I couldn't breathe anymore. I tried to extricate myself.
"What's wrong?" asked Wanda.
"I"m suffering terribly."
"Suffering?" She burst into loud, wicked laughter.
"Laugh all you like," I moaned. "Don't you have an inkling--?"
She suddenly turned very serious, drew my head up in her hands, and vehemently pulled me to her breasts.
"Wanda!" I stammered.
"Of course. You enjoy suffering," she said, and began laughing again. "But just wait, I'll make you reasonable soon enough."
"No, I don't want to ask any more questions," I cried. "Whether you belong to me forever or for a blissful instant, I want to enjoy my happiness. You're mine now, and it's better to lose you than never to possess you."
"Now you're being reasonable," she said, and kissed me again with her murderous lips, and I tore apart the ermine, the lace covering, and her bare breasts surged against my chest.
Then I fainted...
The first thing I recall is the moment when I saw blood dripping from my hand and I apathetically asked: "Did you scratch me?"
"No, I think I bit you."
"I beg you," I stammered, "but you'll be angry."
"Do whatever you like with me," she whispered.
"Well, kick me, I beg you. Otherwise I'll go crazy!"
"Haven't I forbidden you?" Wanda snapped. "You're incorrigible."
"Ah, I'm so dreadfully in love." I had knelt down and was pressing my hot face into her lap.
"I truly believe," said Wanda, musing, "that your entire madness is simply a demonic, unsated sensuality. Our naturalness must create such diseases. If you were less virtuous, you'd be completely sensible."
"Well, then, smarten me up," I murmured. My hands wallowed in her hair and in the shimmering fur, which heaved and sank on her surging bosom like a moonlit wave, confusing all my senses.
And I kissed her - no, she kissed me, so wildly, so ruthlessly, as if to kill me with her kisses. I was delirious, I had long since lost my powers of reasoning, and now I couldn't breathe anymore. I tried to extricate myself.
"What's wrong?" asked Wanda.
"I"m suffering terribly."
"Suffering?" She burst into loud, wicked laughter.
"Laugh all you like," I moaned. "Don't you have an inkling--?"
She suddenly turned very serious, drew my head up in her hands, and vehemently pulled me to her breasts.
"Wanda!" I stammered.
"Of course. You enjoy suffering," she said, and began laughing again. "But just wait, I'll make you reasonable soon enough."
"No, I don't want to ask any more questions," I cried. "Whether you belong to me forever or for a blissful instant, I want to enjoy my happiness. You're mine now, and it's better to lose you than never to possess you."
"Now you're being reasonable," she said, and kissed me again with her murderous lips, and I tore apart the ermine, the lace covering, and her bare breasts surged against my chest.
Then I fainted...
The first thing I recall is the moment when I saw blood dripping from my hand and I apathetically asked: "Did you scratch me?"
"No, I think I bit you."