HNT - A good book

These are my hands. No, I don't like them much either.

The book in my right hand is The Ingoldsby Legends, which - according to the title page - is by R. H. Barham, but appears to me to be a collection of folk tales best read aloud in a Scots brogue. There are stories in it like The Babes In The Wood, in poetry form. Very odd.

I'm not even sure I'm meant to have it. I rescued it from my mother, who was going to throw it away "because it's fallen to pieces; look at it." Well, yes, yes it had. But I can't bear to see books thrown away. So I took it, hid it, and this afternoon I raided my mother's stationery drawer. Scissors, glue, Sellotape. I set to with reckless abandon (the task, not the Blink182 song) and repaired the poor book, and now I have a readable copy. That is to say, there is a readable copy in my possession. I think it was my grandmother's; it probably still is. But I'll read it before asking around.

Because that's what you do with books, naturally.

Skill

"How did you do that?"
"I..."

I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't even aware that I was doing anything particularly special, which - given that sex itself is special - seems to be something of a contradiction. Great start to the post then, ILB. Well done. In any case, I knew that I was doing something different.

"I... don't know. I just..."

What I did is hard to describe. I just had slow sex. I mean, it was sex, but the strokes were long, deep and slow. I wasn't going particularly quickly, nor was I pulling out and slamming back in. I was just having sex á la most soft porn you'll see these days. That wasn't a conscious decision, either; it was just the right thing to do at the time - at least it seemed so.

"...just did."
[Pause.]
"It was very..."
"Uh..."
"Very intense, wasn't it?"

Yes. Intense. That is what it was. One of those times where the female orgasm starts and doesn't really stop. A long, rolling orgasm characterised by clutching of nails at skin and short, jerky movements on her part. Her part only, that is. I was being remarkably smooth, and consistent.

Whatever I did there, I hope I can manage it again, in any case.