Scene in bed description. The best erotic scenes in world literature

Now she won't be him anymore best friend. He will be Lisa's husband.

You must be tired from the road, Travis. Why don't you take a walk?

The twins, having returned from school, actually took over Amy. They dragged her to swim in the pool, where Amy amazed everyone: it turned out that the girl swims like a fish. In her eighteen months of living in the desert, she must have acquired some survival skills.

Ben wanted her. In every way known to him. And there are a few other ways they can come up with.

Amy could have sworn he could see through the thin fabric of her bathing suit the hardening of the tips of her breasts and, Furthermore, felt spasms deep inside her, in hot and dark places she barely knew existed.

Putting her head against his chest, Cole hugged her. He smelled like a man. He began to kiss her. And there was a lot of kissing - she's all!

There was no hesitation in his kisses. He knew exactly how to find her lips.

Only a fool could believe that he kissed her thanks to her lips!

Male fingers caressed her bare skin. Grasping his wrist, Amy tore off his arm.

For me there would be no greater pleasure than being the first in you, - he whispered in her ear, and goosebumps danced all over Amy's body.

She screamed softly as their bodies came close enough to touch.

Cole stretched out his whole body on top of her, covering her completely and even more.

He squeezed her breasts with his palm - he experienced the highest male pleasure.

He put his hand on her stomach, feeling the jolts and ripples.

Her flesh melted into his body. He stubbornly slid his tongue over her lips, repeating their shape.

Amy moved on to examining the throbbing mass of muscle between his legs.

The smile on her lips grew wider with every second that her orgasm approached.

I'm not stupid anymore, I'm learning fast... - She said, taking a sitting position.

And her smile showed that she left this world and went to heaven from happiness.

His tongue thrust into her mouth, furiously doing what the other part of his body longed for.

Nervous shivers crawled up her spine. She turned into one huge goosebump and said, “Yes!”

Selina moaned, no longer straining her brain.

She wanted to die, but instead she fell asleep.

Grace felt her nipples swell. It was a new step in their relationship.

There was always something boiling up in his brilliant brain.

“What does she want? Just sex, or something deeper?

Without turning around, he looked back.

Desire shook him to the very heels.

Chase grabbed her hand. Something warm flowed between them.

A sleeping woman woke up inside her and opened her eyes.

“And that tanned skin of his! And this body in smooth layersnahbiceps, triceps and other male muscles!”

A sexy smile pulled his cheeks up to his ears.

He took her face in his hands and, kissing her, laid her down on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her eyes burned with anger. Laura decisively shook them off her face.

Jake knelt down, pulling off her jeans and giving her a view of the bay.

He began to climb the stairs, pressing his lips to hers.

To be honest, the best bed scenes were written, and perhaps they will be written exclusively by the fairer sex. Who, if not sensual natures, can subtly notice all the facets of the experiences of the main characters? Who can squeeze out what would seem simple words what makes you shed tears, or squeeze out an astonished smile? To excite, or it is opposite to be twisted. Well, of course girls, only you, and no one else. That's about all I wanted to say...

Kidding. Not everything said ... If we are talking about a single sex scene, in most cases, with a little practice, there can be no clues. Each author individually visualizes his picture, and then either finds his reader or not. But what if you do not write small erotic sketches? Here everything is much more interesting and more complicated ...

Men see images and fantasies schematically, sometimes visually, as pictures, representing different scenes of the future creation. It's like watching a silent movie with subtitles, something like: Ja-ja... Das ist fantastisch. We are driven by the desire to express our imagination more vividly, but quickly getting down to business, we fade away just as quickly, often unable to fully express our writing potential. Girls in terms of expressing their erotic thoughts are much more diligent than us. It should also not be forgotten that creative process it's not a matter of minutes. Of course, more often than not, the original thought comes first, or separate moment, which then grows storyline. But the vision of the female-male picture itself is radically different. You, like us, also initially see a separate person, or a certain situation that you want to express in words, and further develop your plot, trying to present the whole thing written, or at least its finale, with dialogues, perhaps even with voice acting. But you have different eyes, and your picture is also not the same as ours. Women see images, and the most important thing in them is inner sensations. What was the weather like? What dress or costume are the characters wearing? How strong is the tan, what shade of the eye, how thick is the stubble??? And important not only small parts but also the tone of the story. Lovely young ladies adore semitones and shades, affectionate or diminutive adverbs, as opposed to a more mean, but practical description by us, men. All this is not strong, or weak sides our distinct worldviews, but only indisputable differences. We see the world differently, which means we describe it the same way...

Now my advice regarding the perfect sex scenes through the eyes of a man. Yes, we are pigs. Ruthless, brutal males who love themselves and sex. And most often sex is in the first place. We love harems, where we are the center of the female universe, although we can also dream of that one and incomparable. We like to take girls by force, breaking your modesty, forcing you to reveal the nature of a real sex slave, or at least an ordinary wet pervert. So that at the end of the scene, you yourself begged you to fry well. Although sometimes we fall for the hard-to-reach, whom we are ready to conquer with our perseverance and imagination, in the desire to achieve your favor. We are different, and love to read different things. But most importantly, we can be turned on not by the sexual act itself. Here, as you understand, all the words have long been invented, and written down, along and across. Men can, and even need to get a syllable. Most often, simple hints, reflections of characters and plot, or captures, or not. That's why best advice that you can hear to get more high altitudes in describing erotica, be yourself. They are frank to the last drop, each time improving their style. Experiment, and often surrender to the power of your own fantasies, listening to your second "I". Write for the most important critic of your life, for yourself, not forgetting to get high from the process itself...

British writer Erica Leonard James has topped the list of the highest paid writers, according to Forbes magazine. Author of the acclaimed book 50 Shades of Grey. Last year earned nearly $100 million. Probably the secret of its success is that the book is often downloaded on electronic media so that you can read an erotic novel in in public places without fear of sidelong glances. And of course in in large numbers explicit scenes! Artistic value novel has been called into question more than once, but juicy moments, capable of introducing anyone into the paint, there is more than enough! We chose the most daring "shades of gray".

1. "Do you know what I'm going to do with you now?" he adds, stroking my chin. Somewhere inside, in the dark depths, my muscles clench with sweet languor.
2. “So nice,” he whispers, and grasping my fingers tightly, he starts moving my hand up and down. His breathing becomes uneven, and when he looks at me again, I see molten lead in his eyes. - Clever girl.
3. I put a piece of omelet in my mouth, but I don't feel the taste. "Continue learning!" "I want @@@ in your mouth!" Is this also included in the program?
4. Dropping down, I swallow it deeper. Ha! My inner goddess rejoices. I will do it.

His breathing becomes uneven, and when he looks at me again, I see molten lead in his eyes.

5. He kisses my neck. I tilt my head to the side to give him more space. Sitting down, Christian slowly pulls my jeans and panties off my legs.
6. With a groan, I arch my back. Christian squeezes and gently pulls on his nipples, causing them to swell. I look in amazement at the lust-ridden harlot in the mirror. Oh how good!
7. Putting his hand between my legs, he pulls on the blue thread ... Oh no! Christian carefully removes the tampon and tosses it into the nearest toilet. Oh mother of God...
8. Christian leans down and slowly runs the tip of the glass over my forehead, my nose - it smells of expensive, well-dressed leather - and over parted lips, from which heavy breathing escapes. He sticks the whip in my mouth and I can taste it.

9. I gasp for air and squeeze my fingers lightly. Christian smirks, “I want to be in you. Take off my jeans. You are in command."
10. "Please don't hit me," I whisper pleadingly. He furrows his brows, widens his eyes, blinks a couple of times.
11. The dress barely covers my bare bottom. With a swift movement, Christian slips his hand between my legs, his finger slowly entering me. With his other hand, he holds me tightly around the waist. I can barely contain a groan.
12. His tongue knows no mercy, persistent and domineering. It moves in circles, over and over again, without stopping. Pleasure borders on pain.
13. Strikes along the thighs, short biting blows to the pubis, to the legs, and again to the torso, again along the thighs. The beats don't stop until the music reaches a climax. She suddenly breaks off. The whip also freezes.

To determine ten the best descriptions bed scenes in fantasy literature. We will understand the word "bed" in a broad sense, because events will take place on other planets and in virtual reality, under the starry sky and among the endless snows that our heroes will try to melt with their feelings. However, let's start without much prelude.

10. So, in tenth place - an unforgettable scene from "Heretics of Dune", the fifth part of the epic by Frank Herbert. When she is eight years old and he is ten - this is NOT pedophilia. And when several adults anxiously watch the act through a video camera - this is NOT voyeurism. It's just that the people consulted and decided that to awaken the clone's memories of his former life best with orgasm. The experiment was a success, and the boy turned into a man even more dramatically than it happens in life: remembering everything that was before his death in the previous body, he became a junior high school student with the consciousness of an adult commander. A rare case when sex does not cloud, but clears the mind. For such practicality and a complete lack of eroticism, little sinners take only tenth place. The most interesting is ahead!

- What do you think I'm doing? She sat down next to him and put her hand on his penis.
His head jerked, he looked at her hand, feeling the onset of an erection.
- Why are you doing this?
- Do not you know?
- No!
- Bashar would know.
He looked at her face as it drew close to his.
- You know! Why don't you tell me?
- I'm not your memory!

9. Penultimate place in the top ten goes to Jeff Noon for depicting the joys and horrors of virtual sex. On the one hand, there are no consequences, everything is done as if for fun. On the other hand, in "Wirth" you are not in complete control of the situation, as in a dream full of chimeras, where your girlfriend can turn into your father brandishing a sharp razor. A Garden of Eden turns out to be a lifelong nightmare. But avid riders are not afraid. More precisely, it scares, of course, but so what? Well, the developers are specially catching up with fear!

Electric impulses control me, the room wallpaper turns red and pink, blood gushing from the ceiling. Breed hides behind a small sofa. The Beatle possessed Mandy from behind on Turkish carpet.
The Open-Space Being whirls through the air and lands softly on the dining table.
I wander through the swamp of flesh toward the kitchen door for breakfast oatmeal. Stepping over Beatle and Mandy, I see that the door is locked and bolted and looks like a wall of beef.
Blood pours out of the keyhole.

8. The eighth place is occupied by a duel on members from the novel by Philip José Farmer "The Feast of the Hidden". To be honest, this whole book can be considered one long sexual orgy: on the way to his beloved wife main character worries about whether he is ready for this meeting. and checks his physical fitness on everyone who fell under ... well, let's say, a hand: women, men, animals and corpses. Do you happen to know what the perversion is called when you get an orgasm from the process of killing? But the hero of the "Secret Feast" seems to have found a worthy partner (in every sense) - it turns out, and from deadly battle you can enjoy! Yes, the riskiness and looseness of the descriptions is amazing, and in places (guess which ones?) even repels, despite the obvious carnival and parody of the story.

The girl was full of energy and a little later she started all over again. This went on until the first rays of dawn. I fell asleep for a while, and when I woke up, my penis was again in a state of erection. But already from the fact that I really wanted to urinate. A fly settled on the head of the penis, which had become hypersensitive to touch, which immediately caused an orgasm. The first ejection of sperm drowned the fly in itself. This picture still stands before my eyes. Since there have been flies in the world, this must be the first and only time that one of them died in this way.

7. The sexual excesses of the previous paragraph are easily overshadowed by love under the stars from Vladimir Savchenko's book "Position in the Universe." Simultaneously enchanting and ordinary, earthly. And no less beautiful. Speaking without circumlocution, a couple of scientists, one of whom is a pretty woman, took advantage of the moment and the office equipment, turning on views for a romantic mood distant galaxies. Without interruption from the study of the world around - explore the world inside us! This is what real professionalism means.

- No it's not that! - She got up, went to the console, pressed a few keys. starry sky condensed into a galaxy - now the whole obliquely tilted whirlwind of billions of sparkling points was placed above the dome. Its light - weaker than daylight, but brighter than moonlight - magically poured onto Lucy's naked, slender body.
Kornev looked, admired: no, this woman did not rise here from the Earth - she descended from the Changing Universe. Condensed from the light of the stars.

6. Once again Philip Jose Farmer is with us with another orgiastic book under the intriguing title - "Flesh"! This time everything will be done without perversions, but on a much larger scale. A few men from our time find themselves in a dystopian future of Earth, where matriarchy and pagan fertility cults flourish. One of the "newcomers" is destined in this society to become an inseminating bull... That is, an elk. That is, a deity with horns, thanks to which he can be in shape for a long time and delight thousands of girls every night in different cities. Science fiction begins at the moment when the main character has a desire to abandon this "sex mission" for the sake of a single woman.

I want to take the city by surprise. I'll be there before anyone expects me! Let them tremble when the Great Stagg of all Staggs swoops down on them! I'll take them all down like a hurricane! This time, not only virgins will be mine! Now I will not take only what is slipped to me! Not just Miss America contestants! Today - the whole city!
Sylvia recoiled in horror.
“But, sir… that’s not good!” From time immemorial...
- Am I the Hero-Sun or not? Who is the Horned King here? I will do as I please!

5. The second top five winners are opened by a resourceful girl from Tanith Lee's book "Silver Lover". Giving your young body a skillful robot, you can get much more at the same time than from a soft-bodied man! The robot does not know fatigue, he does not need to sleep and eat, he cannot have bad mood, his only desire is to make his mistress happy. He doesn't come home drunk, can carry a girl all the time, has a great physique... And is programmed to be perfect lover. And the fact that he does not know how to love - wake up, but do we know how?

"Perhaps," I said, "you can do without my instructions?" A?
"Good," he agreed.
He pulled me into his arms. This is how the wave receding from the shore carries away. Relentlessly. Dizzy. The elasticity of the lips, their moisture - everything is like a person's ... only the sensations during a kiss are completely different. Then he picked me up in his arms, as if I weighed nothing, and carried me into the elevator.

4. Fourth place is won by Viktor Pelevin with an erotic episode from "Chapaev and the Void". No, no, this is not happening between the two title characters of the novel! And between the enamored Peter Void and haughty Anna. As you know, a woman loves with her ears ... However, here we will do without perversions! It's just that Anna orders her companion to talk continuously on psychological and philosophical topics during the whole action. Thus, the banal description of the process is replaced by a chaotic and inspired monologue on a topic, however, adjacent to the ongoing act. And even if later it turns out to be just a dream - of a smarter erotic dream(or more erotic smart sleep) I can hardly imagine.

- So, ninety percent she gives at the moment when you just see her, and the rest, because of which the whole thousand-year bargaining is going on, is just a tiny remnant. And these first ninety percent cannot be decomposed into any component parts, because beauty is indefinable and indivisible, no matter what Schopenhauer lies about. And as for the other ten, it's just a collection of nerve signals that would not cost anything if imagination and memory did not come to their aid ... Anna, please open your eyes for a second ... like this ... yes, exactly imagination and memory. You know, if I had to write a really strong erotic scene, I would give a few hints, and fill the rest with slurred conversation, like...

3. Ursula Le Guin languidly breathes into the back of the head of the silver medalist with a single page from the work " Left hand darkness": about an earthling and an alien who were left alone in the middle of a snowy plain. I say "alien", although it would also be correct to call him an alien, because this unearthly partner of the protagonist had signs of both sexes, which manifested themselves alternately throughout life. The earthling used to treat him as a friend, and the moment of insight into his bisexuality is permeated with tenderness and sadness. There was no physical relationship between them: the inhabitants different planets decided not to rush headlong into the unknown, but tactfully keep a distance. But the true eroticism of these lines brings the writer a well-deserved bronze.

We were both silent for a while, and then he looked at me directly and tenderly. His face in the reddish light of the stove seemed as soft, vulnerable and distant as the face of a woman sometimes is when she suddenly looks at you, tearing herself away from her own thoughts, and remains silent. And then I saw again, and very clearly, what I had always been afraid to see in him, pretending that I simply did not notice it: he was as much a woman as a man. Any need to explain the cause of my sudden fear vanished along with the fear itself; I just had to accept him the way he was.

2. Cozy in second place is Robert Silverberg and a scene from his book Up the Line: Jad and Pulcheria's only night with a touch of incest. Meeting a soul mate is a blessing. But when she is at the same time your distant great-great-great-great-grandmother - admit it, this is somewhat unusual. And a grandmother from the 12th century had a lot to learn from an advanced grandson! Yes, well, morals modern youth... And if without jokes, the author's description of what happened turned out to be sincere and elegant, so he rightfully receives silver.

I counted her breasts. Two. Pink nipples. With my fingers apart, I measured her waist. Not a bad size. Then he ran his fingertips over her thighs. Great thighs. I was delighted with two deep dimples at the very bottom of her back.
She was both shy and uninhibited - an excellent combination.
When I undressed, she saw the timer and touched it, began to fiddle with it with her fingers, but did not ask what it was, but slid her fingers even lower. We collapsed onto the bed together.

1. So, who will get the gold? I know you will like it! The indefatigable Vladimir Savchenko with his truly cosmic sexual fantasies immediately runs from seventh place to first. The sublime love games of the Tikitaks from Gulliver's Fifth Voyage are due to the fact that their bodies are transparent, although they do not differ in structure from ordinary human beings. Spouses under the night open sky adjust the lenses of their bodies, and the husband becomes the eyepiece and the wife the lens. Subtly feeling each other, they look at the stars and planets, as if through an intimate telescope. This is considered a real understanding, as opposed to ordinary carnal relations. And you must admit that there is nothing more erotic than the real happy love.

In the morning I supplemented the verses about Aganite with the line: "Whose thighs are so clean and round that you can see the satellites of Mars through them."
In the following nights, I recorded the periods of revolution of the satellites, and from them it is easy to calculate the orbits.
With this discovery, we began our family star catalog.

She reached out her hands and touched his shoulders. He touched her shoulders. Their faces approached, still slowly, sensitively and tensely, their lips touched carefully and gently, as if they were afraid to frighten off some very, very wary creature.
And then the fireballs collided and there was an explosion. Cataclysm.
They fell on a heap of tomes, which parted under their weight in all directions. Geralt buried his nose in Fringilla's cleavage, hugged her tightly and grabbed her by the knees. Pulling up her dress above the waist prevented different books, including the Lives of the Prophets, full of elaborate monograms and decorations, and De haemorrhoidibus, an interesting if controversial medical treatise. The witcher pushed the huge volumes aside and impatiently tore at the dress. Fringilla lifted her hips willingly.
Something pressed against her shoulder. She turned her head. "The Art of Obstetric Science for Women". Quickly, so as not to wake the dashing, she looked in the opposite direction. "About hot hydrogen sulfide waters". Indeed, it was getting hotter. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the frontispiece open book on which her head rested. "Notes on the Imminent Death". It's not even better, she thought.
The Witcher dealt with her panties. She lifted her hips, but this time just a little, so that it looked like a casual movement, not a helping hand. She didn't know him, didn't know how he reacted to women. Doesn't he prefer those who pretend they don't know what is expected of them to those who do, and does he lose desire if panties are removed with difficulty.
However, the witcher showed no signs of losing his desire. You could say quite the opposite. Seeing that time was running out, Fringilla spread her legs greedily and wide, while turning over a pile of scrolls stacked one on one, which immediately fell on them like an avalanche. Set with embossed leather, "Mortgage Law" rested on her buttock, and decorated with brass fittings, "Codex diplomaticus" - in Geralt's brush. Geralt instantly assessed and used the situation: he slipped a huge tome where it was supposed to, Fringilla squeaked: the binding turned out to be cold. But only for a moment.
She sighed loudly, let go of the witcher's hair, and grabbed the books with both hands. Left - for " descriptive geometry”, right - for “Notes on reptiles and reptiles”. Geralt, who was holding her by the hips, knocked down another pile of books with an accidental kick, but he was too engrossed to pay attention to the tomes sliding down his leg. Fringilla moaned spasmodically, rubbing her head against the pages of Notes on the Death....
The books rustled, and his nose stung from the sharp smell of packed dust.
Fringilla screamed. The witcher did not hear this, for she clenched her legs over his ears. He threw off the “History of Wars” and the “Journal of All Sciences, for the sake of happy life needed." Impatiently at war with the buttons and hooks of the top of the dress, he moved from south to north, involuntarily reading the inscriptions on the covers, spines, frontispieces and title pages. Under Fringilla's waist is "The Ideal Gardener". Under the arm, not far from a small, charming, invitingly protruding breast, - "About useless and obstinate soltyses." Under the elbow - "Savings, or Simple Directions how to create, share and use wealth”.
He had already read “Notes on the inevitable death”, pressed his lips to her neck, and with his hands being close to “Soltys ...”. Fringilla made a strange sound: either a cry, or a groan, or a sigh ... It was difficult to attribute it to any particular type of exclamation.
Shelves trembled, stacks of books swayed and collapsed, toppling like remnant rocks after a major earthquake. Fringilla called out again. This time the first edition of "De larvis scenicis et figuris comicis" fell with a roar - the true White crow, behind it collapsed the "List of General Commands for the Cavalry", pulling after it the "Heraldry" of John of Attreya, decorated with charming engravings. The witcher groaned, knocking down new volumes with a kick of his outstretched leg. Fringilla shouted again, loudly and drawlingly, knocking down with her heel “Reflections or meditations for all the days of the whole year”, an interesting anonymous work, which, no one knows how, ended up on Geralt’s back. Geralt trembled and read it over Fringilla's shoulders, involuntarily recognizing that "Remarks ..." were written by Dr. Albertus Rivus, published by the Cintrian Academy, and printed by the master printer Johann Froben Jr. in the second year of the reign of His Majesty King Corbett.
The silence that reigned was broken only by the rustle of slipping books and turning pages.
What to do, thought Fringilla, with lazy movements of her hand touching Geralt's side and the hard corner of Meditations on the Nature of Things. - Suggest yourself? Or wait until he offers? If only I didn’t think that I was timid ... or immodest ...
And how to behave if he offers?
"Let's go and look for some bed," suggested the witcher, a bit hoarsely. - You can not treat books - a source of knowledge - so ugly.