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Nora to James  

Mariana_Trench_ 50F
1973 posts
8/10/2010 11:55 am
Nora to James

there is a line of sweat running from my shoulders, down my spine, to my ass, and a little bit pooling between my cheeks, finally to settle in and collect in a tiny drop or two on my arse singing out take me it's for you to fuck fuck hard bring me down to the lowest level and build me up, a draw bridge a tower the walls of that bastard Hadrian yours yours and oh James, oh James...when you say these things how you say them I grip my pussy tight and imagine you there, tightening around your stiff prick, spurting thick cock juice for my greedy mouth to taste, dribbledribble and it's so hot and nice like your lips sucking my pussy are hot and nice thick pussy dripdrips into your eager face consuming me like those foamy pints on Friday at the place we first had our time as man and woman not the chambermaid and her master, but you know that you will always be the master deep down and I like it and it's fitting I have no quibbles....oh James you with your wit and your brilliance and the charm and the way you like your eggs is not the way my father did but I can see how you resemble him otherwise, in little ways after all a man is a man, is he not, Molly said so and she's me so I guess we do agree biting your thigh I feel your heartbeat down there in that thick vein that pumps and pumps like a second no a third cock, for the second cock is your thick fingers taking me and filling me and singing in me like those canaries of the walsh mines remember when you bought me that cornwall cornish jet pin in the shape of a dove wings spread and you said when I come I fly like that into your soul? oh James what I want you to know is that the dove is roosting she is going home she lives in you as surely as the branches of a sacred oak and give me your hard cock for dinner for dinner like a plate of some common food and I will gorge myself James
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May God save every dirty mind from the clean ones' blindness. - ANNON in response to James Joyce's Letters to Nora Barnacle (his lover then wife)
Mariana_Trench_ 50F
4396 posts
8/13/2010 3:33 pm
    Quoting mediumWalter:
    Great reworking of that Joyce sentence.
    I remember there was a really long sentence in Faulkner's Absalom, Absalom.
    I don't think it's anywhere near as long as the one in Ulysses.

    How does James like his eggs?
    How does your father like his?
Oh eggs. Pookie, that was just a big abstraction, not a breakfast, I had in mind.

You are very cute. Lemme guess that James likes his soft boiled with toast soldiers. Lemme say I don't recall how my father likes his best, but I recall he often had ordered scrambled when he'd take us to breakfast at Denny's or IHOP.

MT


mediumWalter 47M
4236 posts
8/13/2010 2:37 pm

 Great reworking of that Joyce sentence.
I remember there was a really long sentence in Faulkner's Absalom, Absalom.
I don't think it's anywhere near as long as the one in Ulysses.

How does James like his eggs?
How does your father like his?
Blues is a healer. All over the world.
John Lee Hooker

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Mariana_Trench_ 50F
4396 posts
8/12/2010 7:51 pm
    Quoting  :
Yes. This one was far more arousing for me than the long jello wrestling story. I bet the majority of men would not have given this more than a passing glance. Your discernment is to your credit.

MT


Mariana_Trench_ 50F
4396 posts
8/12/2010 1:13 pm
    Quoting  :
Remember my poems and other writings from the last two-three months?

This is me writing to the same man. I am hoping when he sees it he will respond as you have. I am pretty sure he will.

So I take it, you understood and it is therefore obvious that I wrote this in the guise of Nora? Not that Nora actually wrote this? I hope people did understand that.

MT


rm_kelidgh 61F
15971 posts
8/11/2010 4:27 am

 While I have read all the "expected" Joyce, the thing that brought me into his world most thoroughly were his letters to Nora. NPR did an hour in the Joyce style, and they were oft quoted throughout. There is something so raw and instantaneous, such a photograph of a moment in a relationship that they bring that moment to life. He's still one of my favourites, but for the purely visceral responses his imagery creates.

~ [blog kelidgh]~ I am, indeed


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