With a decaying Venetian villa as a backdrop, an anonymous narrator relates his obsessive quest for the personal documents of a deceased Romantic poet, one Jeffrey Aspern. Led by his mission into increasingly unscrupulous behavior, he is ultimately ...
faced with relinquishing his heart's desire or attaining it at an overwhelming price.
I fell in love with her while I was having a holiday in my father's house. When I told him, he told me she did have something special and he laughed. I thought he was talking about something sexual, and indeed it was the case, but I couldn't suspect
..." anything like that, and mostly because of the little hints I could collect from her. She wore a crucifix, for example, with a little Jesus depicted on it, and she used to be a lyrical singer in her twenties. It all sounded so good and clean and tender, that I didn't question my critical judgement at all (even if I know I must always do it and mostly when I think a lot of this kind of attributes). I made out with her, we had a good time, her crucifix gave me some thoughts, she told me she was quite religious, but her breast was so good I didn't spend too much time on thinking about consequences. When I was walking her back home she asked me if I wanted a coffee, so we went to hers and we had coffee. After the coffee we had a drink, we had another one, of course after a couple of more drinks we started kissing, twisting tongues, I put my hands around her neck and she moaned like a cat, her crucifix shone for a moment, reflected the dim light coming from a few candles spread around, I was hard, so hard I thought I might even go to church with her if she asked me now, I was really hard, that's why of course, it was only when I started touching her I noticed she was hard too. I escaped so fast I don't even remember how I came back home and that son of bitch of my father is still laughing, after all this time, two weeks passed, he is still laughing, he told me he thinks he will laugh for the rest of his life. 'Why didn't you tell me if you knew?' I asked, and he looked at me, I saw he tried to tell me something to give me an explanation but nothing, he burst out laughing and I gave up on it. To fix the memory I jerked off on her, as I thought of her before discovering her dick, but it didn't work, at night I dreamed about being followed by a humanoid church, like a human shaped building trying to fuck my ass with the holy cross and with all Jesus spiked on it, and he was hard too, and he was jerking off. Ok I didn't need to say this but well, fuck it, I wrote it, I don't like deleting words just because it is not right to write them, feels wrong in this context.Continua...Nascondi
Ma, cavolo! Ho dovuto cercarmi l'ultimo capitolo su internet. Che senso ha toglierlo? Anche perchè ero rimasta così male della fine che non avrei saputo dargli un voto. E' una lettura che ti tiene incollata alle pagine, quasi ti rapisce... Molto,
..." molto bello e triste.Continua...Nascondi