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Now she won't be his anymore best friend. He will be Lisa's husband.

You must be tired from the road, Travis. Why don't you take a walk?

The twins, returning from school, actually took over Amy. They dragged her to swim in the pool, where Amy amazed everyone: it turned out that the girl swims like a fish. Eighteen months of living in the desert had obviously taught her some survival skills.

Ben wanted her. By all means known to him. And they will come up with a few more ways themselves.

Amy could have sworn that he could see through the thin fabric of her swimsuit the hardening tips of her breasts and, Furthermore, felt the spasms deep inside her, in hot and dark places that she herself barely knew existed.

Bringing her head to his chest, Cole hugged her. He smelled like a man. He began to kiss her. And there was a lot of kissing - all over her!

There was no hesitation in his kisses. He knew exactly how to find her lips.

Only a fool could believe that he kissed her thanks to her lips!

The man's fingers stroked her bare skin. Amy grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“There would be no greater pleasure for me than to be the first in you,” he whispered in her ear, and goosebumps danced all over Amy’s body.

She cried out softly as their bodies came close enough to touch.

Cole stretched out his entire body on top of her, covering her completely and even more.

He squeezed her breast with his palm - he experienced the highest male pleasure.

He placed his hand on her stomach, feeling the shocks and ripples.

Her flesh disappeared into his body. He stubbornly slid his tongue over her lips, repeating their shape.

Amy moved on to examine the pulsating bundle of muscle between his legs.

The smile on her lips grew wider with every second of orgasm approaching.

“I’m not a fool anymore, I’m learning quickly...” she said, taking a sitting position.

And her smile showed that she had left this world and gone to heaven with happiness.

His tongue, rushing into her mouth, frantically did what the other part of his body was striving for.

Nervous shivers crawled up my spine. She turned into one huge goosebump and said, “Yes!”

Selina moaned, no longer straining her brain.

She wanted to die, but instead she fell asleep.

Grace felt her nipples become erect. It was new step in their relationship.

Something was always boiling in his brilliant brain.

“What does she want? Just sex, or something deeper?

Without turning around, he looked back.

Desire shook him to his very heels.

Chase grabbed her hand. Something warm flowed between them.

Inside her, the previously sleeping woman woke up and opened her eyes.

“And that tanned skin of his! And this body is in smooth layersnahbiceps, triceps and other male muscles!

A sexy smile pulled his cheeks towards his ears.

He took her face in his hands and, kissing her, lowered her onto the carpet in front of the fireplace.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her eyes burned with anger. Laura resolutely shook them off her face.

Jake knelt down, pulling her jeans off and giving her a view of the bay.

He began to climb the stairs, pressing his lips to her.

Beautiful, sensual, exciting, temperamental: we have collected the best for you erotic scenes world literature. Let's not be verbose! Read and enjoy!

"North".

“There is a green wreath in the red hair, drops roll down from the breasts, from the tender, pink, like cloudberry, ends - it must be cold. There are geese in the hands, blood is oozing from the geese, flowing around the chiseled legs.

I don't have the strength to endure it. And right there, on the warm red stones, Marey warms the cool, pale pink cloudberries with her lips.

No, they haven’t warmed up yet, you see, they’re still cold.

Somewhere forests are burning. On a red stone near a quiet lake a fire of fragrant pine needles smokes. Pelka roasts a fat goose over the fire; fire plays on green, red; lips and hands are bloody. He smiles barely audibly with his eyes at Marey: there is no need to speak out loud.

There was a crunching noise in the distance: a bear was rushing through the slum. He calmed down - and only the white husky grumbled angrily through his sleep.

The fire goes out. Sister pine trees are moving closer from the darkness - everything is darker, everything is already peace - and now there are only two in the whole world.”

"Hello, sadness." Francoise Sagan

“At six o’clock, returning from a voyage to the islands, Cyril pulled the boat onto the sandy shore. We walked to the house through a pine grove and, to warm up, started fun romp, ran in starts. He always caught up with me not far from home, rushed at me with a cry of victory, threw me onto the ground strewn with pine needles, twisted my hands and kissed me. Even now I still remember the taste of those breathless, fruitless kisses and how Cyril’s heart beat near my heart in unison with the wave splashing on the sand... One, two, three, four - the heart beat, and the sea quietly splashed on the sand, once, two, three... One - he began to breathe more evenly, the kisses became more confident, more insistent, I no longer heard the splash of the sea, and only the quick, continuous tremors of my own blood echoed in my ears.”

Julio Cortazar

“We were not in love with each other, we simply indulged in love with a detached and critical sophistication and then fell into a terrible silence, and the foam from the beer hardened in the glasses of oakum and became warm while we looked at each other and felt: this and there is time. Eventually Maga would get up and start wandering around the room. More than once I saw how she looked at her body with admiration in the mirror, lifting her breasts with her palms, as in Syrian figurines, and with a slow gaze, as if stroking her skin. And I could not resist the desire to call her and feel how she was with me again after just a whole moment she had been so lonely and so in love, believing in the eternity of her body.”

John Williams

“Sometimes, lazy and sleepy after love, he would lie, washed by some slow, gentle stream of sensations and unhurried thoughts; being inside this stream, he did not know for sure whether he was speaking out loud or simply accepting into his consciousness the words generated by these sensations and thoughts.

He dreamed of something ideal, of worlds where they could always be together, and he half believed in the feasibility of what he dreamed of. “But if you and I...” he said and continued to talk, constructing an opportunity that was hardly much more attractive than their current situation. They both knew, without saying it out loud, that the possibilities they were inventing and contemplating were ritual gestures of sorts in honor of their love and the life they had now.

And this life was such as neither he nor she could have imagined before. Their attraction to each other grew into passion, and that into deep sensuality, renewed day by day.

Love and books, Katherine once said. - What else is needed?

And Stoner thought that this was exactly the case, that this was one of the truths that he now knew.

For their life that summer was not limited to love intimacy and conversations.”

"The Magus." John Fowles

“I remembered Alison, our love games. If she were there, naked, we would make love on a bed of pine needles, take a dip and make love again. I was filled with bitter sadness, a mixture of memory and knowledge; memory of the past and what should be, the knowledge that nothing can be returned; and at the same time a vague guess that it’s not worth returning everything - for example, my empty ambitions or syphilis, which has not yet manifested itself. I felt great. God knows what will happen next; Yes, it doesn’t matter when you’re lying on the seashore in such wonderful weather. It is enough that you exist. I hesitated, waiting without fear for something to push me towards the future. He turned over on his stomach and made love with the ghost of Alison, like an animal, without shame or reproach, like a lustful machine sprawled on the stones. And, burning his soles, he threw himself into the water.”

"Lolita". Vladimir Nabokov

“But my Lolita was a playful girl, and when she let out that muffled laugh that I loved so much, I realized that she had previously been contemplating me with playful eyes. She rolled onto my side, and her warm brown curls fell on my right collarbone. I faked the awakening rather incompetently. At first we lay quietly. I quietly stroked her hair and we kissed quietly. What brought me into some kind of blissful embarrassment was that her kiss was distinguished by somewhat comical subtleties in the sense of the fluttering of an inquisitive sting, from which I concluded that she had been trained in early age some little lesbian. No Charlie could teach her such sophistications! As if wanting to see if I had had my fill and learned the lesson I had promised earlier, she leaned back slightly, watching me. Her cheeks were flushed, her plump lower lip was glistening, my disintegration was close. Suddenly, with a flash of hooligan fun (a sign of a nymphet!), she put her mouth to my ear - but for a long time my mind could not break the hot hum of her whisper into words, and she interrupted it with laughter, and brushed the curls from her face, and tried again, and An amazing feeling that I was living in a fantastic, newly created, crazy world, where everything was permitted, slowly came over me as I began to guess what exactly was being offered to me. I replied that I didn’t know what game we were talking about - I didn’t know what she and Charlie were playing. “Are you saying that you never?” she began, looking intently at me with a grimace of disgust and disbelief. “You mean never?” she began again. I took advantage of the respite to poke my face into various tender spots. “Stop it,” she squealed nasally, hastily removing her brown shoulder from under my lips. (In a very curious way, Lolita considered - and continued to count for a long time - all touches, except for a kiss on the lips and simple sexual intercourse, as either “slobbery romance” or “pathology”). “So you never,” she continued to insist (now kneeling above me), “never did this when you were a boy?” “Never,” I answered with complete truthfulness. “Wonderful,” said Lolita, “so look how it’s done.” However, I will not bother the learned reader a detailed story about Lolita's arrogance. Suffice it to say that the warped observer did not see a trace of chastity in this pretty, barely formed girl, who was ultimately corrupted by the skills of modern children, coeducational education, fraudulent enterprises like Girl Scout campfires and the like. For her, purely mechanical sexual intercourse was an integral part of the secret world of adolescents, unknown to adults. What adults do to have children did not concern her at all. Lolitochka wielded the rod of my life with unusual energy and efficiency, as if it were an insensitive device that had nothing to do with me.”

"Submission." Michel Houellebecq

“Miriam rang the doorbell at seven o’clock in the evening.

Happy birthday, Francois... - she said from the threshold in a thin voice, and, rushing at me, kissed me on the lips, her kiss was long, sweet, our tongues and lips merged together. As I walked back into the living room with her, I noticed that she was even sexier than last time. She was wearing another black miniskirt, even shorter than the previous one, and also stockings - when she sat down on the sofa, I saw a black buckle on a garter belt, shining on a dazzling white thigh. Her shirt, also black, turned out to be completely transparent, through it you could clearly see how her breasts were agitated - I suddenly realized that my fingers remembered touching the rims of her nipples, she smiled in confusion and for a moment I felt some kind of confusion in her and doom.

Did you bring me a gift? “I tried to say it cheerfully to lighten the mood.”

No,” she answered seriously, “I didn’t find anything that I liked.”

After being silent for a while, she suddenly spread her legs; She wasn’t wearing any panties, and her skirt was so short that her pubic area was immediately exposed, shaved and defenseless.

“I’ll put it in my mouth,” she said, “you’ll like it.” Come to my sofa...

I obeyed and let her undress me. She knelt down in front of me..."

British writer Erica Leonard James topped the list of the highest paid writers, according to Forbes magazine. Author of the acclaimed book "50 Shades of Gray" Last year earned nearly $100 million. Probably the secret of success is that the book is often downloaded onto electronic media so that it can be read erotic novel V in public places, without fear of sidelong glances. And of course in large quantities explicit scenes! Artistic value The novel has been called into question more than once, but there are more than enough piquant moments that can make anyone blush! We chose the boldest “shades of gray”.

1. “Do you know what I will do with you now?” – he adds, stroking my chin. Somewhere inside, in the dark depths, my muscles are contracting with sweet languor.
2. “It feels so good,” he whispers and, grasping my fingers tightly, begins to move my hand up and down. His breathing becomes uneven, and when he looks at me again, I see molten lead in his gaze. - Smart girl.
3. I put a piece of omelette in my mouth, but I don’t feel the taste. “Continue training!” “I want @@@ you in my mouth!” Is this also included in the program?
4. Moving down, I swallow him deeper. Ha! My inner goddess rejoices. I will do it.

His breathing becomes uneven, and when he looks at me again, I see molten lead in his gaze.

5. He kisses my neck. I tilt my head to the side to give him more room. Sitting down, Christian slowly pulls my jeans and panties down my legs.
6. I arch my back with a groan. Christian squeezes and gently pulls his nipples, causing them to swell. I look in amazement at the lust-stricken slut in the mirror. Oh, how good!
7. Putting his hand between my legs, he pulls the blue thread... Oh no! Christian carefully removes the tampon and tosses it into the nearest toilet. Oh mother of God...
8. Christian leans down and slowly runs the tip of the glass over my forehead, my nose - it smells like expensive, well-crafted leather - and over my parted lips, from which heavy breathing escapes. He puts the whip in my mouth and I can taste it.

9. I gasp for air and squeeze my fingers lightly. Christian grins: “I want to be inside you. Take off my jeans. You are in command."
10. “Please don’t hit me,” I whisper pleadingly. He furrows his brows, widens his eyes, blinks a couple of times.
11. The dress barely covers my bare butt. With a swift movement, Christian puts his hand between my legs, his finger slowly entering me. With his other hand he holds my waist tightly. I can barely contain my groan.
12. His tongue knows no mercy, persistent and domineering. It moves in a circle, over and over again, without stopping. Pleasure borders on pain.
13. Strikes along the thighs, short sharp blows to the pubis, to the legs, and again to the torso, again along the thighs. The beats don't stop until the music reaches its climax. Suddenly it breaks off. The whip also freezes.

Frankly speaking, the best bed scenes have been written, and perhaps will be written, exclusively by representatives of the fairer sex. Who, if not sensual natures, can subtly notice all the facets of the experiences of the main characters? Who can squeeze out the seemingly simple words what makes you burst into tears or squeeze out an amazed smile? Exciting, or disgusting to grimace. Well, of course, girls, only you, and no one else. That's probably all I wanted to say...

Kidding. Didn't say everything... If we're talking about about a single sex scene, in most cases, with a little practice, there cannot be any clues. Each author individually visualizes his picture, and then either finds his reader or not. But what if you are not writing small erotic sketches? This is where everything is much more interesting and complicated...

Men see images and fantasies schematically, sometimes visually, in pictures, imagining different scenes of future creation. It’s like watching a silent movie with subtitles, something like: Ja-ja... Das ist fantastisch. We are driven by the desire to express our imagination more vividly, but quickly getting down to business, we fade away just as quickly, often unable to fully express our writing potential. Girls are much more diligent than us in terms of expressing their erotic thoughts. We should also not forget that creative process It's not a matter of minutes. Of course, more often than not, an original thought or a separate moment comes first, which then becomes storyline. But the vision of the picture itself is female-male, radically different. You, like us, also initially see an individual person, or a certain situation that you want to express in words, and then develop your plot, trying to imagine what was written in its entirety, or at least its ending, with dialogues, perhaps even with voice acting. But your eyes are different, and your picture is also not the same as ours. Women see in images, and the most important thing in them is their internal sensations. What was the weather like? What dress or costume are the characters wearing? How strong is the tan, what color are the eyes, how thick is the stubble??? And not only are they important small parts, and also the tone of the story. Dear young ladies adore undertones and shades, endearing or diminutive adverbs, as opposed to the more stingy but practical description by us men. All these are not strong, or weak sides our distinct worldviews, but only undeniable differences. We see the world differently, which means we describe it the same way...

Now my advice regarding ideal sex scenes through the eyes of a man. Yes, we are pigs. Ruthless, brutal males who adore themselves and sex. And most often, sex comes first. We love harems, where we are the center of the female universe, although we can also dream of that one and incomparable one. We like to take girls by force, breaking your modesty, forcing you to reveal your true nature sex slave, or at least an ordinary wet pervert. So that at the end of the scene, you yourself beg to be thoroughly fried. Although sometimes we fall for hard-to-get people, whom we are ready to conquer with our perseverance and imagination, in the desire to achieve your favor. We are different, and we love to read different things. But most importantly, we can be turned on not by the sexual act itself. Here, as you understand, all the words were invented a long time ago and written down, up and down. Men can, and even need to be turned on with a syllable. Most often, simple hints, reflections of the characters and the plot, are either exciting or not. That's why best advice, which you can hear, to achieve even greater heights in the description of erotica, be yourself. They are frank to the last drop, improving their style every time. Experiment, and more often surrender to the power of your own fantasies, listening to your second self. Write for the most important critic of your life, for yourself, not forgetting to get high from the process itself...

To determine the ten best descriptions bed scenes in fantastic literature. We will understand the word "bed" in in a broad sense, because events will take place on other planets and in virtual reality, under the starry sky and among the endless snow, which our heroes will try to melt with their feelings. However, let's start without much prelude.

10. So, in tenth place is an unforgettable scene from “Heretics of Dune,” the fifth part of Frank Herbert’s epic. When she is eight years old and he is ten, this is NOT pedophilia. And when several adults excitedly watch an act through a video camera, this is NOT voyeurism. People just consulted and decided that it was best to awaken the clone’s memories of his former life with the help of an orgasm. The experiment was a success, and the boy turned into a man even more dramatically than it happens in life: having remembered everything that happened before his death in the previous body, he became a junior high school student with the consciousness of an adult commander. Rare case when sex does not cloud your mind, but clears it up. For such practicality and a complete lack of eroticism, little sinners take only tenth place. The most interesting things are yet to come!

- What am I doing, what do you think? - She sat down next to him and put her hand on his penis.
His head jerked, he looked at her hand, feeling the onset of an erection.
- Why are you doing this?
- Do not you know?
- No!
- Bashar would know.
He looked at her face, coming close to him:
- You know! Why don't you tell me?
- I'm not your memory!

9. Second to last place in the top ten goes to Jeff Noon for his depiction of the joys and horrors of virtual sex. On the one hand, there are no consequences, everything is done as if for fun. On the other hand, in Virt you are not in complete control of the situation, as in a dream full of chimeras, where your girlfriend can turn into your father brandishing a sharp razor. And the Garden of Eden will turn out to be a personal nightmare for life. But this doesn’t scare avid riders. More precisely, it’s scary, of course, but so what? Well, the developers are deliberately inciting fear!

Electrical impulses control me, the room wallpaper turns red and pink, blood pours from the ceiling. Brid is hiding behind a small sofa. The Beatle grabbed Mandy from behind on the Turkish carpet.
The Thing from Outer Space spins through the air and lands softly on the dining table.
I wander through the swamp of flesh towards the kitchen door for breakfast oatmeal. Stepping over Beatle and Mandy, I see that the door is padlocked and bolted, and looks like a wall of beef.
Blood pours out of the keyhole.

8. Eighth place is taken by the duel on the members from the novel by Philip José Farmer “The Hidden Feast”. To be honest, this entire book can be considered one long sexual orgy: on the way to his beloved wife main character worries whether he is ready for this meeting. And he tests his physical fitness on everyone who comes under... well, let's say, the hand: women, men, animals and corpses. Do you happen to know what the perversion is called when you get an orgasm from the process of murder? But the hero of "The Hidden Feast", it seems, has found a worthy partner (in every sense) - it turns out, and from mortal battle you can have fun! Yes, the riskiness and looseness of the descriptions is shocking, and in some places (guess what?) even repulsive, despite the obvious carnivalesque and parody nature of the narrative.

The girl was full of strength and a little later she started all over again. This lasted until the first rays of dawn. I fell asleep for a while, and when I woke up, my penis was erect again. But already because I really wanted to urinate. A fly landed on the head of the penis, which had become hypersensitive to touch, which immediately caused an orgasm. The very first ejection of sperm drowned the fly in itself. This picture still stands before my eyes. Since flies have existed, this must be the first and only time one of them has died in this manner.

7. The sexual excesses of the previous paragraph are easily eclipsed by love under the stars from Vladimir Savchenko’s book “Position in the Universe.” At the same time enchanting and ordinary, earthly. And no less beautiful for that. Speaking without further ado, a couple of scientists, one of whom is a pretty woman, took advantage of the moment and the office equipment, turning on views for a romantic mood distant galaxies. Without interrupting our exploration of the world around us, we explore the world within us! This is what true professionalism means.

- No it's not that! “She got up, went to the remote control, and pressed a few keys. starry sky condensed into a galaxy - now the entire slanting vortex of billions of sparkling points was placed above the dome. Its light - weaker than daylight, but brighter than moonlight - magically poured onto Lucy’s naked, slender body.
Kornev looked and admired: no, this woman did not rise here from Earth - she descended from the Changing Universe. Condensed from the light of stars.

6. And again Philip Jose Farmer is with us with another orgiastic book with an intriguing title - “Flesh”! This time everything will be done without perversion, but on a much larger scale. Several men from our time find themselves in a dystopian future of the Earth, where matriarchy and pagan fertility cults flourish. One of the “aliens” is destined in this society to become an inseminating bull... That is, an elk. That is, a deity with horns, thanks to which he can stay in shape for a long time and delight thousands of girls every night. different cities. Science fiction begins at the moment when the main character has a desire to abandon this “sex mission” for the sake of one and only woman.

I want to take the city by surprise. I'll be there before they expect me! Let them tremble when the Great Stagg of all Staggs passes over them with a squall! I'll kill them all like a hurricane! This time it's not just virgins who will be mine! Now I won’t just take what is handed to me! Not just Miss America contestants! Today - the whole city!
Sylvia recoiled in horror.
- But, sir... that won’t do! From time immemorial...
- Am I the Sun Hero or not? Who is the Horned King here? I will do as I wish!

5. The second five winners are opened by the resourceful girl from Tanith Lee’s book “Silver Lover”. Giving yours young body a skilled robot, you can get much more from yourself than from a soft-bodied man! The robot does not know fatigue, it does not need to sleep or eat, it cannot have bad mood, his only desire is to make his mistress happy. He doesn't come home drunk, he can carry a girl in his arms all the time, he has a wonderful physique... And he is programmed to be ideal lover. And the fact that he doesn’t know how to love - wake up, but we ourselves know how?

“Perhaps,” I said, “you can do without my instructions?” A?
“Okay,” he agreed.
He pulled me into his arms. This is how a wave rolls away from the shore. Inexorably. Dizzying. The elasticity of the lips, their moisture - everything is like a person’s... only the sensations when kissing are completely different. Then he picked me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me into the elevator.

4. Fourth place is won by Viktor Pelevin with an erotic episode from Chapaev and Emptiness. No, no, this is not happening between two title characters novel! And between the loving Peter Void and the arrogant Anna. As you know, a woman loves with her ears... However, here too we will do without perversions! Anna simply orders her companion to continuously talk on psychological and philosophical topics during the entire performance. Thus, the banal description of the process is replaced by a chaotic and inspired monologue on a topic, however, adjacent to the act taking place. And even if it later turns out to be just a dream, I can hardly imagine a more intelligent erotic dream (or a more erotic intelligent dream).

- So, she gives ninety percent at the moment when you just see her, and the rest, for which the whole thousand-year bargaining takes place, is just a tiny remainder. And these first ninety percent cannot be decomposed into any component parts, because beauty is indefinable and indivisible, no matter what Schopenhauer lies. As for the other ten, it’s just a collection of nerve signals that would be worth nothing if imagination and memory didn’t come to their aid... Anna, please open your eyes for a second... like that... yes, exactly imagination and memory. You know, if I had to write a really strong erotic scene, I'd give a few hints and fill in the rest with vague conversation, something like...

3. He breathes languidly down his neck. silver medalist Ursula Le Guin with a single page from " Left hand darkness": about an earthling and an alien who were left alone in the middle of a snowy plain. I say "alien", although it would be just as correct to call him an alien, because this unearthly partner of the protagonist had signs of both sexes, which appeared in him alternately throughout life. The Earthman got used to treating him as a friend, and the moment of insight regarding his bisexuality is permeated with tenderness and sadness. There was never a physical relationship between them: the inhabitants of different planets decided not to rush headlong into the unknown, but tactfully keep their distance. But genuine the eroticism of these lines brings the writer a well-deserved bronze.

We were both silent for a while, and then he looked at me directly and tenderly. His face in the reddish light of the stove seemed as soft, vulnerable and distant as sometimes a woman’s face is when she suddenly looks at you, torn from her own thoughts, and remains silent. And then I saw again, and very clearly, what I had always been afraid to see in him, pretending that I simply did not notice it: he was as much a woman as a man. Any need to explain the reason for my sudden fear disappeared along with the fear itself; I finally had to just accept him for who he was.

2. Comfortably in second place is Robert Silverberg and a scene from his book “Up the Line”: the only night of Jud and Pulcheria with a slight touch of incest. Meeting a soul mate is happiness. But when she is also your distant great-great-great-grandmother - admit it, this is somewhat unusual. And the grandmother from the 12th century had a lot to learn from her advanced grandson! Yes, well, they have morals modern youth... And jokes aside, the author’s description of what happened turned out to be sincere and elegant, so he rightfully receives the silver.

I counted her breasts. Two. Pink nipples. With my fingers spread out, I measured her waist. Not a bad size. Then he ran his fingertips along his thighs. Magnificent thighs. I was delighted by the two deep dimples at the very bottom of her back.
She was both shy and relaxed - an excellent combination.
When I undressed, she saw the timer and touched it, began fiddling with it with her fingers, but did not ask what it was, but slid her fingers even lower. We collapsed on the bed together.

1. So, who will get the gold? I know you'll like it! The tireless Vladimir Savchenko with his truly cosmic sexual fantasies immediately moves from seventh place to first. The sublime love games of tikitakas from Gulliver's Fifth Travel are due to the fact that their bodies are transparent, although their structure does not differ from ordinary human ones. At night the spouses open air adjust the lenses of their bodies, and the husband becomes the eyepiece and the wife the lens. Sensing each other subtly, they look at the stars and planets, as if through an intimate telescope. This is considered real mutual understanding, as opposed to ordinary carnal relationships. And you must agree that there is nothing more erotic than real happy love.

In the morning I supplemented the poems about Aganita with the line: “Whose thighs are so pure and round that through them you can see the satellites of Mars.”
In the following nights, I detected the orbital periods of the satellites, and from them it is easy to calculate the orbits.
With this discovery we began our family star catalogue.