/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.8357831]

>character uses a dirty word

[Anonymous No.8357958]

>>8357831
>author describes a fart

[Anonymous No.8358060]

>author writes a sex scene between two consenting adults

[Anonymous No.8358440]

>>8358060
>author writes a sex scene where the protagonist is a skilled lover of women
>author is John C. Wright or Patrick Rothfuss

[Anonymous No.8358456]

>>8358060
>author uses "fuck" as a descriptor for having sex

[Anonymous No.8360021]

poopy DICKS! COCK CUM. CUMMING FROM MY DICK

[Anonymous No.8360030]

what's the most /lit/ sex passage

[Anonymous No.8360041]

>>8360030
James Joyce's description of his wife's farts

[Anonymous No.8360053]

>>8360030
Glamorama's bisexual threesome

[Anonymous No.8360071]

>>8360030

She turns. “Hold up my fur.” He obeys. “Be careful. Don’t touch my skin.” Earlier in this game she was nervous, constipated, wondering if this was anything like male impotence. But thoughtful Pointsman, anticipating this, has been sending laxative pills with her meals. Now her intestines whine softly, and she feels shit begin to slide down and out. He kneels with his arms up holding the rich cape. A dark turd appears out the crevice, out of the absolute darkness between her white buttocks. He spreads his knees, awkwardly, until he can feel the leather of her boots. He leans forward to surround the hot turd with his lips, sucking on it tenderly, licking along its lower side… he is thinking, he’s sorry, he can’t help it, thinking of a Negro’s penis, yes he knows it abrogates part of the conditions set, but it will not be denied, the image of a brute African who will make him behave… . The stink of shit floods his nose, gathering him, surrounding. It is the smell of Passchendaele, of the Salient. Mixed with the mud, and the putrefaction of corpses, it was the sovereign smell of their first meeting, and her emblem. The turd slides into his mouth, down to his gullet. He gags, but bravely clamps his teeth shut. Bread that would only have floated in porcelain waters somewhere, unseen, untasted—risen now and baked in the bitter intestinal Oven to bread we know, bread that’s light as domestic comfort, secret as death in bed… Spasms in his throat continue. The pain is terrible. With his tongue he mashes shit against the roof of his mouth and begins to chew, thickly now, the only sound in the room…

There are two more turds, smaller ones, and when he has eaten these, residual shit to lick out of her anus. He prays that she’ll let him drop the cape over himself, to be allowed, in the silk-lined darkness, to stay a while longer with his submissive tongue straining upward into her asshole. But she moves away. The fur evaporates from his hands.

[Anonymous No.8360079]

>character is a minority

[Anonymous No.8360080]

>>8360071
Someone post the cwc tainthole masturbation webm

[Anonymous No.8360968]

>>8357831
>>8357958
>>8358060
>>8358440
>>8360079

Dumb frogposter

[Anonymous No.8360978]

>>8358440