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Rose had a tent in her loft and we crawled in.
I even forgot to drink beer.
Like a soft amount of light, a small gust of wind.
And luckily she had some sweatpants on or something, a stretchy waist.
Easy getting them down and there were her lemony legs.
Not big not strong, but smooth soft hair like peaches everything that way.
I just dived down.
It couldnt have been too fast.
Time was being so slow and warm.
And there it was.
A pussy, the singular place on a girl, its where Im going.
Wiggly thing, like soup, like a bowl.
Like lips between her legs and the taste of it.
I pressed my face against its bone and it moved.
She was letting me.
All this was happening.
I smelled the future right there, a present and a past.
All that went through her, known through the soft sweet flesh of her lips and clit.
It was like my face felt loved temporarily.
It wasnt even long this feeling of total rightness.
I was telling her clit a story.
This scene feels inscribed in my consciousness.
And to be totally honest, I dont remember most of the rest of this book.
It just delivered me this scene.
Infernocame out in 2010, and I probably read it around then.
When I was younger, sex scenes were just thrilling masturbation material.
I will masturbate to this as well.
The idea of a lover tasting my piss and thinking of my genitals I couldnt even go there.
This was so real that it was like looking at the sun.
It was a truer description of sex than anything Id ever written.
Oh, sex scenes are so hard to write.
I cant do it.
But its about prioritizing being awake to that.
Any hard and fast rules about making art, Im very suspicious of them.
Theyre often pornographic or technical.
Then I have them write a scene that incorporates all of those words.
The scenes are often shockingly intense or funny.
These scenes should express something about who the character is.
They should use lively language thats describing a universal experience in a specific way.
Myless metaphors here are wild.
And I think when we break boundaries, it doesnt matter if were using familiar language.
Its going to feel defamiliarized and fresh to us.
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