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| Eric Burdon, rock musician |
Feeling It |
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She crossed her legs, the top of her stocking revealed, smiled as she recognized the ever increasing lump that was emerging uncontrollably between my legs. 'Now for dessert,' she said, unzipping my pants but leaving me there suspended, smiling again . . .
This time I could really feel what I was supposed to feel. This time it lived up to all those stories that I'd heard at school, in the toilets, behind the wall, over illegal cigarettes, over pints with the guys who worked in the factories. This time I was feeling it. This time I knew it excited me as much as it excited her. I wanted to stay there forever. I pushed myself away from her face, bending my back, my legs searching for the edge of the bed, my feet digging into the carpet. I knew, at that time, that I'd never forget what's-her-name, and that this woman, whoever she was, would have a profound effect on me. The role model for just about all my sexual exploits in the future. (English seaside, 1958)
from I Used to Be an Animal But I'm All Right Now by Eric Burdon (Faber and Faber, © 1986)
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