>He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ropes; then he heard the wave-against-a-wharf smack of rubber on flesh. Her call for him to hurry was a sea-moan, and when he lay beside her, she heaved, tidal, moondriven.
Isn't it great? Looking for underrated stuff, not Nabokov and the usual gang. Can anyone guess what this is, btw?
>Her cunt became the moon.
Seriously?
>>7664313
Is it from Paper Towns by John Greene?
>>7664390
One of my favorite sentences from The Tunnel:
"She put her hand on my head/neck/back--tip, tip, tap--sanding my skin with glass.
>>7664313
So that's what people mean by fucking a whale
Nabokov's a jealous faggot who despised Dostoevsky & Freud.