"Old School" Love Letters  

TicklePlease 51F  
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2/14/2019 5:23 am
"Old School" Love Letters

This morning (appropriately) I came across a quite graphic and wordy set of love letters written by author James Joyce to his wife Nora while they were apart. Of course I promptly sent the link to MY valentine but also thought some of you might also enjoy reading them.

3 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

My darling little convent-girl,

There is some star too near the earth for I am still in a fever-fit of animal desire. Today I stopped short often in the street with an exclamation whenever I thought of the letters I wrote you last night and the night before. They must read awful in the cold light of day. Perhaps their coarseness has disgusted you. I know you are a much finer nature than your extraordinary lover and though it was you yourself, you hot little girl, who first wrote to me saying that you were longing to be fucked by me yet I suppose the wild filth and obscenity of my reply went beyond all bounds of modesty. When I got your express letter this morning and saw how careful you are of your worthless Jim I felt ashamed of what I had written. Yet now, night, secret sinful night, has come down again on the world and I am alone again writing to you and your letter is again folded before me on the table. Do not ask me to go to bed, dear. Let me write to you, dear.

As you know, dearest, I never use obscene phrases in speaking. You have never heard me, have you, utter an unfit word before others. When men tell in my presence here filthy or lecherous stories I hardly smile. Yet you seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down at Ringsend. It was you who slid your hand down inside my trousers and pulled my shirt softly aside and touched my prick with your long tickling fingers, and gradually took it all, fat and stiff as it was, into your hand and frigged me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed in Pola. Tired of lying under a man one night you tore off your chemise violently and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the horn I had was not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to my face and murmured tenderly ‘Fuck up, love! fuck up, love!’

Nora dear, I am dying all day to ask you one or two questions. Let me, dear, for I have told you everything I ever did and so I can ask you in turn. I wonder will you answer them. When that person whose heart I long to stop with the click of a revolver put his hand or hands under your skirts did he only tickle you outside or did he put his finger or fingers up into you? If he did, did they go far enough to touch that little cock at the end of your cunt? Did he touch you behind? Was he a long time tickling you and did you come? Did he ask you to touch him and did you do so? If you did not touch him did he come against you and did you feel it?

Another question, Nora. I know that I was the first man that blocked you but did any man ever frig you? Did that boy you were fond of ever do it? Tell me now, Nora, truth for truth, honesty for honesty. When you were with him in the dark at night did your fingers never, never unbutton his trousers and slip inside like mice? Did you ever frig him, dear, tell me truly or anyone else? Did you never never, never feel a man’s or a boy’s prick in your fingers until you unbuttoned me? If you are not offended do not be afraid to tell me the truth. Darling, darling, tonight I have such a wild lust for your body that if you were here beside me and even if you told me with your own lips that half the red-headed louts of Galway had had a fuck at you before me I would still rush at you with desire.

God Almighty, what kind of language is this I am writing to my proud blue-eyed queen! Will she refuse to answer my coarse insulting questions? I know I am risking a good deal in writing this way, but if she loves me really she will feel that I am mad with lust and that I must be told all.

Sweetheart, answer me. Even if I learn that you too have sinned perhaps it would bind me closer to you. In any case I love you. I have written and said things to you that my pride would never again allow me to say to any woman.

My darling Nora, I am panting with eagerness to get your replies to these filthy letters of mine. I write to you openly because I feel now that I can keep my word with you.

Don’t be angry, dear, dear, Nora, my little wild-flower of the hedges. I love your body, long for it, dream of it.

Speak to me, dear lips that I have kissed in tears. If this filth I have written insults you bring me to my senses again with the lash as you have done before. God help me!

I love you, Nora, and it seems that this too is part of my love. Forgive me! forgive me!


WHEW! That's a lot to unpack!!! It gets better....

8 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

My sweet little whorish Nora,

I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a whore’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.


"Arseways" is now my new favorite word.

16 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

My sweet darling girl,

At last you write to me! You must have given that naughty little cunt of yours a most ferocious frigging to write me such a disjointed letter. As for me, darling, I am so played out that you would have to lick me for a good hour before I could get a horn stiff enough even to put into you, to say nothing of blocking you. I have done so much and so often that I am afraid to look to see how that thing I had is after all I have done to myself. Darling, please don’t fuck me too much when I go back. Fuck all you can out of me for the first night or so but make me get myself cured. The fucking must all be done by you, darling, as I am so soft and small now that no girl in Europe except yourself would waste her time trying the job. Fuck me, darling, in as many ways as your lust will suggest. Fuck me dressed in your full outdoor costume with your hat and veil on, your face flushed with the cold and wind and rain and your boots muddy, either straddling across my legs when I am sitting in a chair and riding me up and down with the frills of your drawers showing and my cock sticking up stiff in your cunt or riding me over the back of the sofa. Fuck me naked with your hat and stockings on only flat on the floor with a crimson flower in your hole behind, riding me like a man with your thighs between mine and your rump very fat. Fuck me in your dressing gown (I hope you have that nice one) with nothing on under it, opening it suddenly and showing me your belly and thighs and back and pulling me on top of you on the kitchen table. Fuck me into you arseways, lying on your face on the bed, your hair flying loose naked but with a lovely scented pair of pink drawers opened shamelessly behind and half slipping down over your peeping bum. Fuck me if you can squatting in the closet, with your clothes up, grunting like a young sow doing her dung, and a big fat dirty snaking thing coming slowly out of your backside. Fuck me on the stairs in the dark, like a nursery-maid fucking her soldier, unbuttoning his trousers gently and slipping her hand into his fly and fiddling with his shirt and feeling it getting wet and then pulling it gently up and fiddling with his two bursting balls and at last pulling out boldly the mickey she loves to handle and frigging it for him softly, murmuring into his ear dirty words and dirty stories that other girls told her and dirty things she said, and all the time pissing her drawers with pleasure and letting off soft warm quiet little farts behind until her own girlish cockey is as stiff as his and suddenly sticking him up in her and riding him.

Basta! Basta per Dio!

I have come now and the foolery is over. Now for your questions!

We are not open yet. I send you some posters. We hope to open on the 20th or 21st. Count 14 days from that and 3 1/2 days for the voyage and I am in Trieste.

Get ready. Put some warm-brown-linoleum on the kitchen and hang a pair of red common curtains on the windows at night. Get some kind of a cheap common comfortable armchair for your lazy lover. Do this above all, darling, as I shall not quit the kitchen for a whole week after I arrive, reading, lolling, smoking, and watching you get ready the meals and talking, talking, talking, talking to you. O how supremely happy I shall be! God in heaven, I shall be happy there! I figlioli, il fuoco, una bona mangiata, un caffe nero, un Brasil, il Piccolo della Sera, e Nora, Nora mia, Norina, Noretta, Norella, Noruccia ecc ecc…

Eva and Eileen must sleep together. Get some place for Georgie. I wish Nora and I had two beds for night-work. I am keeping and shall keep my promise, love. Time fly on, fly on quickly! I want to go back to my love, my life, my star, my little strange-eyed Ireland!

A hundred thousand kisses, darling!


Seriously, who CAN'T love that kind of talk! I wish they'd published Nora's letters too...

Happy Valentines Day!

TicklePlease 51F  
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2/14/2019 5:27 am


CynicusMaximus 47M
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2/14/2019 5:47 am


F'n A, Tickle!

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 9:36 am:
Gotta love it right?

CynicusMaximus 47M
1724 posts
2/14/2019 5:59 am

I am still giggling at these letters.

In the Victorian Age when bathing and pubic hair were in stark contrast amounts.. you KNOW that room smelled like sex.
The cats in the neighborhood probably came to the window sill.

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 9:37 am:
sex and farts!

msag6455 69M
257 posts
2/14/2019 6:06 am

It certainly gives more context to his formal writings! This man was full of life and was deeply infatuated with his Nora.

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 9:37 am:
Yes, there's no doubt about that! Love it!

CleavageFan4U 62M  
56811 posts
2/14/2019 6:20 am

Too damn funny - thanks lady, and Happy Valentines Day to you.

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TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 9:38 am:
Glad you got a kick out of them Cleav, happy valentines day to you too!

superbjversion2 64F  
15427 posts
2/14/2019 6:33 am

WOW! Next time I fart during sex, I'll be thinking of Joyce.

I put the sex in sexagenarian

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 9:38 am:
I know right!!!!! If only I'd read these years ago!

HeartCollector 61F  
7331 posts
2/14/2019 6:46 am

He was descriptive, wasn’t he?

The gladdest hours we know are those shared with a friend or two. Wilbur D. Nesbit

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 9:40 am:
Some of the phrases I had to read twice!

I'm kind of partial to "fat sweaty buttocks!"

smartasswoman 61F  
30709 posts
2/14/2019 7:08 am

I think I've read that farting one before, but it cracked me up again.

And we need to bring back the verb 'frig'.

This was a perfect V-Day post for AyFF, thanks for sharing it!

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 9:41 am:
It's funny... when I first read "frig" my brain said "what's that mean? I only know it as a PG version of fuck... ooooohhhhhh"

I wish I'd read the farting one earlier in my sexlife lol!

Paulxx001 62M
8527 posts
2/14/2019 8:28 am

Definitely a worthy read... I wonder what pointers I can take from those lustful letters of love... Had he known his letters would be read by the planet, would have edited the raunchy parts? Or put more in there... I presume.. he didn't give a fuck... And that's how everyone should write.. No?
I'll strive to be more descriptive in the future. One never knows.. Lol... 🔮😁💕
Yep.. That was fun!

Words are like meatloaf- they can be sculpted into any shape you choose.
She asked me a question.Handcuffs Or Silk Scarves

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 9:42 am:
I found a new phrase each time I re-read them! I can only imagine what hers must have said!

Being descriptive is a gift!

CynicusMaximus 47M
1724 posts
2/14/2019 10:44 am

The audio that I keep imagining is when Ambrosious in Labyrinth crosses the Bog of Eternal Stench.

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 4:08 pm:
"just close your eyes and go!"

sexyldy1000 58F  
3052 posts
2/14/2019 11:13 am

Whoever thought that farting would be sexy? Would love to have read her responses. Thanks for sharing these.

Stimulate my mind and the possibilities are endless.

TicklePlease replies on 2/14/2019 4:09 pm:
I would have loved to read her side too!

SeaGirlFL 55F
7952 posts
2/14/2019 5:15 pm

Those are awesome!

Thank you for sharing them!

Happy Valentine's Day!

"Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black

TicklePlease replies on 2/15/2019 5:54 am:
So appropriate for both the day and the site eh?

iwant2learnit 48M  
451 posts
2/14/2019 8:38 pm

Dude had some serious skills with that writing style. Bravo, sir.

Try to learn something about everything and everything about something.
- Thomas Henry Huxley

TicklePlease replies on 2/15/2019 5:55 am:
Alllllmost makes ya want to reread Ulysses or Dubliners right?




maybejustrex4 52M  
2595 posts
2/15/2019 7:52 am

"Jimmy, I said no scat."

But I do love, love, love: "I suppose the wild filth and obscenity of my reply went beyond all bounds of modesty"

TicklePlease replies on 2/15/2019 1:14 pm:
It makes you wonder what he considers bounds of modesty....


lindoboy100 56M
20224 posts
2/18/2019 1:19 am

Farting is and always has been one of life's sweet pleasures.......

Sweaty buttocks too tae!!

Wake up and hold yer noses.........

TicklePlease replies on 2/18/2019 4:32 am:
And here we all thought it would get us kicked out of bed!

sexysixties2 71F  
38175 posts
2/18/2019 12:54 pm

James Joyce...this land's favourite author....we have a whole week of festivities here revolving around Bloomsday which celebrates the day his novel Ulysses takes place and his first date with his beloved Nora.

Who would have thought this holy Catholic land could produce such a writer but they don't call Ireland the land of Saints and Sinners for nothing!

"Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age."
~~~ Anais Nin ~~~

TicklePlease replies on 2/20/2019 4:37 am:
I'm picturing a lot of farting at those festivities.....

Saints and Sinners.... guess you need something to forgive right?

Golly06 66M  
1822 posts
2/19/2019 10:28 am

It is not Shakespeare is it?
(An obscure reference to the movie 'Green Card.'
One can certainly imagine looking into the lustful eyes and seeing the sensual smile of his passionate love. Apparently, the way to a man's heart is not through his stomach.

TicklePlease replies on 2/20/2019 4:40 am:
I once heard Green Card described as "Lady and the Tramp, but with people."

Such passion in those letters... *sigh

kukoocock 49M
5811 posts
3/4/2019 6:40 am

Never read those letters before. That was fucking great. they made me laugh.

Potty mouth or what !! Arseways often describes how my day goes from normal to shite.

There are two kinds of light, the glow that illuminates & the glare that obscures. James Thurber

TicklePlease replies on 3/8/2019 5:06 am:
But now you can remember Joyce's rendition of "areseways" the next time it happens.... Among other phrases!

wickedeasy 69F  
32201 posts
3/6/2019 1:20 pm

I wish more men wrote letters. especially letters like these.

You cannot conceive the many without the one.

TicklePlease replies on 3/8/2019 5:07 am:
Wouldn't that be fabulous!

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