Quotes from James Lear

If I was going to become a great detective, I would have to learn to master my own libido.

He drew me to him and kissed me on the mouth, softly, without aggression. His face, which had ripped me raw with its stubble in the night, was smooth and soft now. His body was warm and hairy. And his cock—that ever ready cock—was pointing to the ceiling again.

Good boy. I want you all to myself. Like I told you, I love you.

Then he said the most extraordinary thing." "What?" "He said,'I've got a nice big juicy sausage for you.' Just like that." "Ah. The direct approach.

I was ruled by two passions: clock and crime.

they never saw, either before or since, such a shameless pair of sluts as we were.

You ain't lived till you've sucked a big, hard, juicy dick." "Mmm-hmm…

Tell me, Mitch," said Bertrand, reading my thoughts, "is there anyone on this train that you do not want to fuck?" "I'm not crazy about the dowager.

Here was some mystery I would get to the bottom of. Not the bottom I'd been hoping for, but not a bad alternative.

Lust makes cowards of us all.

At first I couldn't believe it. I waited, not moving my cock, which was rock hard thanks to this pulsing grip. But yes, here it was again. The same pattern, the same rhythm. I was being signaled by an asshole in Morse code. And it was signaling SOS.

Perhaps the blood that was flooding into his dick, bringing it to full erection, was starving his brain of oxygen.

Turned to religion in times of temptation.

He's not so bad-looking," I said, and it was true: the conductor was tall and well made, with a strong jawline and heavy, masculine features. "Non, not so bad," said Bertrand, "but he is cruel. He call me names, he call my mother names, he insult my country—not even my country, but France, even though I try to explain—" "There's no point in trying to explain geography to that type.

What a charming man," I said. "I do not like him." "Bertrand, it's a little early in our friendship to be jealous." Bertrand looked flustered. "I did not mean that… Not only that, en tout cas." "Don't worry." I leaned forward and whispered, "My cock is all yours.

and work meant an end to my diet of lotus flowers.

Okay, pretty boy, you're going to get fucked.

Sadly, my income does not match my tastes.

Ever had two men at the same time, Bertrand? Up that neat little ass?" "Oh, Mitch," he said, in a way that could easily have meant yes or no.

As the blood flowed back to his brain, he turned back into the rather formal young man I had worked so hard to corrupt.

Go ahead. Take that thick leather belt and tan my hide for me." I turned over and wiggled my tail at him, wondering how far this game would go.

Do your worst, Johnson. Fuck me if you want.

He wasn't exaggerating: within three or four strikes the thing was jumping in my hand like a motorized banana.

He dropped to his knees and started smothering my cock in kisses; this wasn't going to be a particularly skilful blow job, I thought, but it would be sincerely meant.