They got that wrong. Her name wasn’t Nora Barnacle, it was Nora “The Barnacle” because loved testing out how well she could grip.
If that shocked you, don’t ever read the letters he wrote to her
There must be some form of blue plaque for this
“On this spot on June 16th 1904 James Joyce got wanked-off”
Supposed to have happened on Sandymount Strand, or in the Ringsend area anyways. Joyce had a bit of a thing with sex and bodies of water. His first to-do with a prostitute was on a riverbank. In “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”, Stephen Daedalus has a revelation when he sees a young woman wading on Dollymount Strand.
Stephen walks along Sandymount early on in “Ulysses”, and though nothing untoward happens, later on, Leopold Bloom sees a teenage girl on Sandymount and is so allured by her he straight up starts beating one off and jizzes while staring at her.
So was there a load of people in period dress getting tossed off in Ringsend yesterday?
Wow, he dedicated an entire book on the day his missus gave him a tugger in ringsend. Suppose it’s as good a reason as any!
Edit : typo
Happy handjob day
>“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.”
… still not as bad as the farts letter.
They were so dirty. Awesome love letters.
EDIT: Jesus, what the fuck did I just post.
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.
JIM
This lad needed a good belt of a hurl around the head! Might have made him put away his lad an all.
Want to go tear the guts off each other?
Here’s Jim himself describing that memorable squeezer:
“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.”
I know there’s a great pun there about being pulled off in Ringsend but dammit i cannot think of it.
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They got that wrong. Her name wasn’t Nora Barnacle, it was Nora “The Barnacle” because loved testing out how well she could grip.
If that shocked you, don’t ever read the letters he wrote to her
There must be some form of blue plaque for this
“On this spot on June 16th 1904 James Joyce got wanked-off”
Supposed to have happened on Sandymount Strand, or in the Ringsend area anyways. Joyce had a bit of a thing with sex and bodies of water. His first to-do with a prostitute was on a riverbank. In “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”, Stephen Daedalus has a revelation when he sees a young woman wading on Dollymount Strand.
Stephen walks along Sandymount early on in “Ulysses”, and though nothing untoward happens, later on, Leopold Bloom sees a teenage girl on Sandymount and is so allured by her he straight up starts beating one off and jizzes while staring at her.
So was there a load of people in period dress getting tossed off in Ringsend yesterday?
Wow, he dedicated an entire book on the day his missus gave him a tugger in ringsend. Suppose it’s as good a reason as any!
Edit : typo
Happy handjob day
>“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.”
… still not as bad as the farts letter.
They were so dirty. Awesome love letters.
EDIT: Jesus, what the fuck did I just post.
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.
JIM
This lad needed a good belt of a hurl around the head! Might have made him put away his lad an all.
Want to go tear the guts off each other?
Here’s Jim himself describing that memorable squeezer:
“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.”
I know there’s a great pun there about being pulled off in Ringsend but dammit i cannot think of it.
Gewan James!