Ohnoez, she's having one of her hair-brained ideas again!
So, in brief, here is the story: I just found today (at work, no less!) a free-for-the-taking vintage edition of The Joy of Sex. There is no end to how amused I am by this. And, honest-to-goodness my first thought was, "How can I use this for ficcing purposes?"
Well, the answer is right here.
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“Fuck me, Doctor,” she whispered, burying her fingers in his hair, digging her fingers into the flesh of his back.
“Oh yes,” he said. He rolled them over, and, hooking one arm around her leg, slid even deeper into her.
Their joined moan drowned out the crickets and the gentle whisper of the breeze in willow-tree's foliage.
“Please, Doctor, don't... wait, please, fuck me,” Rose whimpered, drawing him down to her for a kiss.
He set a rather powerful rhythm, and after a few long strokes he felt the world go white around him as he came, crying out her name. Her muscles clenched around him as she tumbled over the edge with him, her moan a distant sound through the rushing in his ears.
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I'm not sure if this book is as common in Germany, but it is *so* 70's-hilariously so with some of the sort of free-wheeling sexual mores.
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That's probably because I've set it in the house Rose inherits in Silver Leaves. This is one of the earliest scenes I've created for the story, and I decided to write it down last night, in response to the meme.
I'm not sure the book is Common in Germany either, but I've heard so much about it, I think I can't tell for sure.
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