Co-written and directed by Leos Carax, “Pola X” features a pair of long-lost siblings turned lovers in the adaptation of a Herman Melville novel. Body doubles for stars Guillaume Depardieu and Yekaterina Golubera were reportedly used for the more explicit scenes. You were chosen as the only female in a hunting party led by Prince Loki. One night you have some free time and you decide to...entertain yourself. You end up summoning Loki when you accidentally moan his name out loud, but he is far from upset. It was the last day I spoke or saw my father. He killed me, so I made sure I remained dead to him. I became a living dead, dead inside and alive only in looks. She was twisting from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and it seemed her whole body grew pink, and the nipples of her breasts looked as hard as if they were tiny stones. He could not resist them. And then, the man wanted us to be Father and Daughter, just father and daughter. I couldn’t understand why he would want to reduce our love to something merely biological and normal. Why on earth couldn’t he see that I could never be happy as just his daughter, and that I could never be remotely happy with any other arrangement? We were happy, I made him happy. Why do some people reject their own happiness?

Hennie said: "Ripping!" He meant to say it very low, but it came out very high in a kind of squeak.A tiny boy with a head like a raisin and a chocolate body came round with a tray of pastries - row upon row of little freaks, little inspirations, little melting dreams. He offered them to her. "Oh, I'm not at all hungry. Take them away." It wasn’t easy. It took a while before I could stand the touch of any other man, but vengeance helped me detach my body from myself. How could he end something so wonderful, something so perfect? He said he still loved me, but I didn’t believe him, I couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t even look me in the eye when he said it. There must have been a reason, but I didn’t care for whatever it was. I knew it wasn’t about right or wrong, there is no love that can be wrong, especially the kind we had. It was beautiful; we were one, my father and I. Our love transcended that of a father and his daughter. It was the stuff of heaven. No, His reason wasn’t religious, not at all, my father wasn’t that sentimental. I was his sole religion, he worshiped me.

Now he opened his clothing and took out his hard, eager sex, and mounting her he let it rest against her thigh as he continued to stroke her and work her. It was 1969 and Dana was a senior at UCLA. “My girlfriend and I were looking for a place to make ‘nookie’ since my roommate was in my room studying. It was a few days before classes started and the room next door to her room was still vacant, so we went in there and proceeded,” Dana explains. The editors of this book gathered 27 erotic stories by 27 acclaimed writers—and then removed the authors’ names. As a result, sorting through these tales of obsession, fantasy, and domination is as much a delicious guessing game as it is a stimulating reading experience. From funny sex to bad sex to out of this world sex, there’s something here for every reader. Fionnula Flanagan delivers a menagerie of striking performances in “James Joyce’s Women”: director Michael Pearce’s 1985 adaptation of Flanagan’s play. The writer/actress plays Joyce’s wife Nora in addition to other real women in Joyce’s life, as well as some of the novelist’s famous characters. The film includes considerable nudity and extended masturbation scenes.I lived like someone on a mission, and I wanted to be free from the service, but I just couldn’t. In moments of weakness, I would always think about what my father and I had. Thinking about our perfect love brought me tears and gave me joy. At such moments, I would really try to feel and have fun, I would let my guard down to see if I would be alive again. It was no use. No other man was like my father. No one even came close. No one was able to get me right, something was always missing. With my dad it was perfect, he knew just what I wanted, and how. No two people were ever in sync as my father and I was. No other man could bring me alive. Actors are prostitutes because they’re asked to play other feelings,” Breillat told IndieWire. “This prostitution is not profane; it’s a sacred act that we give them.” The gold powder-box came out again. Again the poor little puff was shaken; again there was that swift, deadly-secret glance between her and the mirror. In my humble and horny opinion, audio porn is a deeply underrated way of consuming your smut. Don’t get me wrong, I’m also a fan of watching porn, but there’s something uniquely satisfying about listening and tapping into your own imagination with the help of anything from narrated erotica to standalone sounds of pleasure. Hennie and I stood on the steps a minute, watching the people. He had a very broad, delighted smile.