Fictional Fans

I have so many favorite passages in so many fics! I skimmed my bookmarks and came upon this, from Interference (Jeeves/Wooster, E) by swordfishtrombone84. They have an exquisite command of the English language, so even the most explicit passages read like poetry.

‘I could, Jeeves,’ he says, without hesitation. ‘I could. But I’m touching myself. Are you?’

‘Yes, Sir. I am sitting on the cushioned chair in the living room, with my trousers rolled down to my ankles. If you were here, you could see my socks and my suspenders and my spread legs. You could see my open shirt. I have my hand in my lap, and my prick in my hand. It is so hard, Sir. I can barely stand it... It is wet and it is glistening and it is red and I am pulling at it with long, firm strokes. It is leaking for you. With every stroke it grows harder. I am holding myself in check by the... the thinnest of threads.’

Every word of this is the truth.