EROTICA AND PORN: Choose your differences

“When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.”

– The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter

WHEN I SAW HIM LOOK AT ME

“her nose prods spiritedly at my asshole, her tongue stabs into my cunt…I squirted myself dry; and never before had I been so expertly sucked…Elizabeth’s fingers, beneath Flavie’s tongue, and before Volmar’s clitoris, the tribade every minute exploded a gush of fuck.”

– Juliette, Marquis de Sade

a gush of fuck

“Now they were close together and I saw the brute reach around Chenault and unhook her bra. He undid it quickly, expertly, and she seemed unaware that now she wore nothing but her thin silk panties. The bra slid down her arms and fell to the floor. Her breasts bounced violently with the jerk and thrust of the dance. Full, pinked-nippled balls of flesh, suddenly cut loose from the cotton modesty of a New York bra.”

– The Rum Diary, Hunter S. Thompson

Full, pinked-nippled balls of flesh, suddenly cut loose

“He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.”

– Delta of Venus, Anaïs Nin

Wanted to be burnt

“She lay quite still, in a sort of sleep, in a sort of dream. Then she quivered as she felt his hand groping softly, yet with queer thwarted clumsiness, among her clothing. Yet the hand knew, too, how to unclothe her where it wanted. He drew down the thin silk sheath, slowly, carefully, right down and over her feet. Then with a quiver of exquisite pleasure he touched the warm soft body, and touched her navel for a moment in a kiss. And he had to come in to her at once, to enter the peace on earth of her soft, quiescent body. It was the moment of pure peace for him, the entry into the body of the woman.”

– Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence

to enter the peace on earth of her soft, quiescent body

Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action, and till action, lust
Is perjur’d, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy’d no sooner but despisèd straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad

– Sonnet 129, 1–8, William Shakespeare

on purpose laid to make the taker mad