Masturbating With Lady Chatterley

I love the book Lady Chatterley's Lover, which is a novel by English author D. H. Lawrence. It was published privately in 1928 in Italy and in 1929 in France, after being banned for obscenity in the United States, Canada, Australia, India, and Japan.

The book soon became legendary and sold over 3 million copies.

It was one of the first erotic books I ever read, and it quickly became an inspiration for me and my hedonistic life!

So often in the book Lady Chatterley focuses on her forbidden lover's penis. She strokes it with her fingers, caresses it with her breasts, touches it with her lips, holds it in her hands, watches it grow, and reaches underneath to fondle its testicles.

Lady Chatterley remains in awe of the male member. Millions of readers, men and women undoubtedly felt their own stirring and imagined the pleasure of Lady Chatterley's cool, soft touch and admiration of her lover's cock.

I feel it in my sweet spot every time I read it. Here is one of my favorite excerpts from this great novel:

He slipped out of bed with his back to her, naked and white and thin, and went to the window, stooping a little, drawing the curtains and looking out for a moment. The back was white and fine, the small buttocks beautiful with an exquisite, delicate manliness, the back of the neck ruddy and delicate and yet strong.

There was an inward, not an outward strength in the delicate fine body.

"But you are beautiful!" she said. "So pure and fine! Come!" She held her arms out.

He was ashamed to turn to her, because of his aroused nakedness.

He caught his shirt off the floor, and held it to him, coming to her.

"No!" she said, still holding out her beautiful slim arms from her dropping breasts. "Let me see you!"

He dropped the shirt and stood still looking towards her. The sun through the low window sent in a beam that lit up his thighs and slim belly and the erect phallus rising darkish and hot-looking from the little cloud of vivid gold-red hair. She was startled and afraid.

"How strange!" she said slowly. "How strange he stands there! So big! and so dark and cock-sure! "

The man looked down the front of his slender white body and laughed. Between the slim breasts the hair was dark, almost black. But at the root of the belly, where the phallus rose thick and arching, it was gold-red, vivid in a little cloud.

"So proud!" she murmured, uneasy. "And so lordly! Now I know why men are so overbearing! But he's lovely, really. Like another being! A bit terrifying! But lovely really! And he comes to me!"

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, in fear and excitement.

The man looked down in silence at the tense phallus, that did not change…

"Oh, don't tease him," said Connie, crawling on her knees on the bed towards him and putting her arms round his white slender loins, and drawing him to her so that her hanging, swinging breasts touched the tip of the stirring, erect phallus, and caught the drop of moisture.

She held the man fast.

"Lie down!" he said. "Lie down! Let me come!" He was in a hurry now.

And afterwards, when they had been quite still, the woman had to uncover the man again, to look at the mystery of the phallus.

"And now he's tiny, and soft like a little bud of life!" she said, taking the soft small penis in her hand.

"And how lovely your hair is here! Quite, quite different!"

"That's John Thomas's hair, not mine!" he said.

"John Thomas! John Thomas!" and she quickly kissed the soft penis, that was beginning to stir again.

"Ay!" said the man, stretching his body almost painfully. "He's got his root in my soul, has that gentleman! An' sometimes I don't' know what to do with him. Ay, he's got a will of his own, an' it's hard to suit him. Yet I wouldn't have him killed."

"No wonder men have always been afraid of him!" she said.

The quiver was going through the man's body, as the stream of consciousness again changed its direction, turning downwards. And he was helpless, as the penis in slow soft undulations filled and surged and rose up, and grew hard, standing there hard and overweening, in its curious towering fashion. The woman too trembled a little as she watched.

"There! Take him then! He's thine,'" said the man.

And she quivered, and her own mind melted out. Sharp soft waves of unspeakable pleasure washed over her as he entered her, and started the curious molten thrilling that spread and spread till she was carried away with the last, blind flush of extremity.

I found my hand making its way to my pussy as I wrote this.

So, please excuse me, fellow hedonists, while I go finish what John Thomas does to me every time!

xoxo, Anna, The Flourishing Hedonist

I'm Anna, I'm a Hedonist and I live life to the fullest. I am the definition of a FREE SPIRIT! I love sharing some of my adventures with my readers. These wild times include experiences with and without my husband. I also love to show off and tell you all about my exhibitionist outings. Please consider subscribing so you never miss an adventure!

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