Your favourite bit, apart from A sad tale’s best for winter and she is the queen of curds and cream?
Mine’s got to be either let’s be red with mirth or If I might die within this hour, I have lived to die when I desire.
But for now let’s to a favourite theme of Willy’s showing angry middle-aged men as complete oafs. Sit back and listen to one proving it again and again.
Continue reading The Winter’s Tale by William Shakespeare (1623)
Aha, gotcha! Expecting saucy bits, eh? Like, then he took her and laid her down, wasting no time, breaking her underclothing in his urgency… or She was like a volcano. At moments she surged with desire, with passion, like a stream of white-hot lava. Eh?
Well tough titties. We’re going to look at Connie with the wide blue eyes and her bored life and broken marriage instead – before she loses her knickers.
Continue reading John Thomas and Lady Jane by D H Lawrence (1927)