Beauty in a Golden Shower
This is from Philip Roth's 1995 book, "Sabbath's Theatre." A dying woman recalls with her lover how wonderful it was to experiment sexually with him. To me, this is one of the most romantic scenes in literature.
Here it is:
It came down, and as it came upon me, I realized that it was warm. Do I dare taste it? And I started with my tongue to lick around my lips. And there was this piss. And the whole idea that you were standing above me, and at first you strained to get it out, and then suddenly came this enormous piss, and it just came into my face and it was warm and it was just fantastic; it was exciting and everywhere and it was like a whirlwind, what I was feeling, the emotions. I don’t know how to describe it more than that. I tasted it, and it tasted sweet, like beer. It had that kind of taste to it, and just something that made it so wonderful. That I could be allowed to do this that was so forbidden. And I could drink it and I wanted more as I was lying there and I wanted more, and I wanted it on my eyes and I wanted it in my face, I wanted lots of it in my face, I wanted to be showered by it in my face, and I wanted to drink it, and then, I wanted it all the way then, once I allowed myself to let go. And so I wanted everything of it, I wanted it on my tits. I remember you were standing over me, and you did it on my cunt also. And I started playing with myself as you were doing it, and you made me come, you know; I was coming while you were just squirting it over my cunt. It was very warm, it was so warm, I just felt totally… I don’t know–taken by it. Then I come home afterward and I was sitting in the kitchen, remembering it, because I had to sort it through–did I like it or not–and I realized that yes, it was like we had a pact; we had a secret pact that tied us together. I’d never done that before. I didn’t expect to do it with anyone else, and today I was thinking I never will. But it really made me have a pact with you. It was like we were forever united in that.
“We were. We are.”
Both crying now.
Here it is:
It came down, and as it came upon me, I realized that it was warm. Do I dare taste it? And I started with my tongue to lick around my lips. And there was this piss. And the whole idea that you were standing above me, and at first you strained to get it out, and then suddenly came this enormous piss, and it just came into my face and it was warm and it was just fantastic; it was exciting and everywhere and it was like a whirlwind, what I was feeling, the emotions. I don’t know how to describe it more than that. I tasted it, and it tasted sweet, like beer. It had that kind of taste to it, and just something that made it so wonderful. That I could be allowed to do this that was so forbidden. And I could drink it and I wanted more as I was lying there and I wanted more, and I wanted it on my eyes and I wanted it in my face, I wanted lots of it in my face, I wanted to be showered by it in my face, and I wanted to drink it, and then, I wanted it all the way then, once I allowed myself to let go. And so I wanted everything of it, I wanted it on my tits. I remember you were standing over me, and you did it on my cunt also. And I started playing with myself as you were doing it, and you made me come, you know; I was coming while you were just squirting it over my cunt. It was very warm, it was so warm, I just felt totally… I don’t know–taken by it. Then I come home afterward and I was sitting in the kitchen, remembering it, because I had to sort it through–did I like it or not–and I realized that yes, it was like we had a pact; we had a secret pact that tied us together. I’d never done that before. I didn’t expect to do it with anyone else, and today I was thinking I never will. But it really made me have a pact with you. It was like we were forever united in that.
“We were. We are.”
Both crying now.
1 年 前
Interesting reference to well written sex scenes in mainstream literature. Ken Follet writes thrillers in both historical and modern contexts, with well conceived characters. . . and some surprisingly effective erotic passages that resonate on both a physical and emotional level, and still in context to the story. NOT where I would have expected to find that sort of thing.
I am one of those guys Samuel R. Delany described in his novel "Triton" as fitting the "plurality pattern. . ." That is I am capable of functioning sexually with both sexes, but with a marked preference for the opposite sex. With fluid sex/gender/identity roles at play in modern society, I feel I have arrived late to the picnic, but it all still fascinates me.
I played with this theme in my brief short post "A Wet Story" on my profile. It is the idea of taking something that is both mundane, and yet private and taboo, and making it a point of sexual play and intimacy that is so exciting. I know I am not alone in this. It is refreshing to see it expressed so beautifully and emotionally. . . akin to Molly Bloom's final stream of con*sci*ousness in "Ulysses."