The most extraordinary sensations were massing in my body, at the tops of my legs and around my crotch and my backside: a feeling of fullness, of tight, raking, clenching anticipation, a sense of imminent explosion...
Off O'Connell Street, we kissed beneath the statue of James Joyce, my hand inside Marie's coat and sliding round her waist, thrilling to the touch of her bare skin. We kissed and we knew we should never be parted, ensnared by the sorcery of love....
Making
love to the girl from Molly Malone's
Her skin was hot, a sweet and fragile blush, the faintest spindrift of excitement rising from her pores. I licked her breast, felt her nipple rise, felt it harden, reach into my mouth...
