Girls don't want men to be quiet and gentle, I'm told. If you're not panting with impatient lust they think you're not interested.

He did not touch her but enjoyed the particular intimate pain of the tension between them.

What the cold light showed me was that my situation was simply unlivable. I wanted, with a desire greater than any desire which I had ever conceived could exist without instantly killing its owner by spontaneous combustion, something which I simply could not have.

How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that moment have refrained from kneeling at her feet and howling?

Terrible sadness, dread, an agonizing desire for happiness swelled in his heart.

You don't know what it is to want a man, any man. I wish I could discover some respectable male prostitutes, like civil servants or university dons who do it in their spare time for a bit of pocket money, there must be such people.