Category: Beatriz Williams

Beatriz Williams

Here’s the thing about New York, the thing I love most: there is no such substance as silence. If you ever stop talking, and he stops talking, the city takes over for you. A siren forms a distant parabola of sound. A door slams. The old couple in 4A argues over who will answer the telephone. The young lovers in 2C reach an animalistic climax. A million other lives play out on your doorstep, and not one of them gives a damn about your little problems. Life goes on and on and on.

Beatriz Williams

Besides, it seems to me, since my pleasure is more or less a foregone conclusion, the main object of the exercise ought to be your pleasure. A rather elusive creature, I’ve heard. Fascinating sort of quarry.’ ‘Wait a minute. You’re hunting down my orgasms?’ His laughter burst out like a rifle salute. ‘Kate. You damned magnificent creature.’ He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. ‘Yes, my darling. That’s exactly what I’d like to do, on and on until the end of my life.