Candy
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Candy
Laura Warholic; or, the Sexual Intellectual
Naked Lunch (The Restored Text)
Say up.” “Where is the floor?” “It’s down there.” “Is it up or down?” Uncle Jack was silent for a few seconds, and then he said, “I’m gonna give up.” Krankeit pursed his lips reflectively as he framed the proper reply to bring the patient back into a more responsive syndrome, but before he could speak, the door sprang open and a chubby little man, followed by two women, entered the room. Candy stood up from her chair in astonishment—it was Aunt Ida and her husband Luther, and with them,.
Not look up. Uncle Jack made an insulting monkey-face in her direction, and turned to the wall. He seemed to be making some rapid adjustments in his costume. From time to time, he made a soft hooting sound in imitation of a chimpanzee. Then, finally ready, he turned to face the crowd—he had undone his bathrobe, lifted his nightgown, and, with a fatuous leer, was exposing his member! Good Lord! Candy thought in panic. Not again! “You can’t say he’s not the life of the party,” Livia quipped in.
Replace his fingers with his tongue. It means so much to him, Candy kept thinking, so much, as he meanwhile got her jeans and panties down completely so that they dangled now from one slender ankle as he adjusted her legs and was at last on the floor himself in front of her, with her legs around his neck, and his mouth very deep inside the fabulous honeypot. “If it means so much,” Candy kept repeating to herself, until she didn’t think she could bear it another second, and she wrenched herself.
Be sure, were her own fault. “You can squeeze it if you like,” prompted Grindle, “. . . yes, do.” Candy squeezed the swollen member interestedly in her delicate grasp, and what appeared to be a drop of semen formed on the end. “There!” said Grindle, in a manner of triumph. “See that drop—that’s an example of glandular mastery as well! It is extremely rare. The late Rama Krishna approximated it, but did not fully achieve it in the end. I have willed the intricate chemistry and secretion of the.
Distance from the fabulous temple of Zen-Dowa, and Candy went there every day for meditation, sitting before the huge image of Buddha and focusing all her attention on the nose tip of the great idol. When she arrived at the temple this afternoon, the sky above Lhasa was overcast deeply to the hue of rich slate, and Candy paused on the steps of the temple to look out at the snow-peaked mountains against this backdrop of foreboding; the white-top mountains appeared to her allegorically as the.