I just love the book Lady Chatterley's Lover which is a novel by English author D. H. Lawrence. After being banned for obscenity in the United States, Canada, Australia, India and Japan it was finally published privately in 1928 in Italy and in France in 1929. The book soon became legendary and sold over 3 million copies. 

So often in the book, Lady Chatterley focuses on her forbidden lover’s penis. She strokes it with her fingers, caresses it with her breasts, touches it with her lips, holds it in her hands and watches it grow. She reaches underneath to fondle his testicles. She remains in awe of the male member. Millions of readers, men and women undoubtedly felt their own stirring and imagined pleasure of Lady Chatterley's cool, Soft touch and admiration of her lover’s cock. I know I feel it every time I read it. Here is one of my favorite excerpts of this great novel!

He slipped out of bed with his back to her, naked and white and thin, and went to the window, stooping a little, drawing the curtains and looking out for a moment. The back was white and fine, the small buttocks beautiful with an exquisite, delicate manliness, the back of the neck ruddy and delicate and yet strong.

There was an inward, not an outward strength in the delicate fine body.

"But you are beautiful!" she said. "So pure and fine! Come!" She held her arms out.

He was ashamed to turn to her, because of his aroused nakedness.

He caught his shirt off the floor, and held it to him, coming to her.

"No!" she said, still holding out her beautiful slim arms from her dropping breasts. "Let me see you!"

He dropped the shirt and stood still looking towards her. The sun through the low window sent in a beam that lit up his thighs and slim belly and the erect phallus rising darkish and hot-looking from the little cloud of vivid gold-red hair. She was startled and afraid.

The man looked down the front of his slender white body and laughed. Between the slim breasts the hair was dark, almost black. But at the root of the belly, where the phallus rose thick and arching, it was gold-red, vivid in a little cloud.

The man looked down in silence at the tense phallus, that did not change...

"Oh, don't tease him," said Connie, crawling on her knees on the bed towards him and putting her arms round his white slender loins, and drawing him to her so that her hanging, swinging breasts touched the tip of the stirring, erect phallus, and caught the drop of moisture. She held the man fast.

"Lie down!" he said. "Lie down! Let me come!" He was in a hurry now.

And afterwards, when they had been quite still, the woman had to uncover the man again, to look at the mystery of the phallus.

"And now he's tiny, and soft like a little bud of life!" she said, taking the soft small penis in her hand. And how lovely your hair is here! quite, quite different!"

"That's John Thomas's hair, not mine!" he said.

"Ay!" said the man, stretching his body almost painfully. "He's got his root in my soul, has that gentleman! An' sometimes I don't' know what to do with him. Ay, he's got a will of his own, an' it's hard to suit him. Yet I wouldn't have him killed."

"No wonder men have always been afraid of him!" she said. "

The quiver was going through the man's body, as the stream of consciousness again changed its direction, turning downwards. And he was helpless, as the penis in slow soft undulations filled and surged and rose up, and grew hard, standing there hard and overweening, in its curious towering fashion. The woman too trembled a little as she watched.

"There! Take him then! He's thine,'" said the man.

And she quivered, and her own mind melted out. Sharp soft waves of unspeakable pleasure washed over her as he entered her, and started the curious molten thrilling that spread and spread till she was carried away with the last, blind flush of extremity

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I love this and it turns me on every time I read it! 

Xoxo, Jade