The Juicy Bits

Everybody LOVES the juicy bits:

So Anita made the first move.  I just could not put the make on my friend's girl, even though he'd become an asshole… she had the balls to break the ice and say fuck it.  In the back of the Bentley, somewhere between Barcelona and Valencia, Anita and I looked at each other, and the tension was so high in the backseat, the next thing I know…   

-Keith Richards, Life, pg 216-215

Leave it to a Rocker to memorialize a BJ from 43 years ago in his autobiography.   This guy had so much sex and did so many drugs that he probably doesn't remember much (his autobiography is only 547 pages) yet Anita Pallenberg so bewitched him with her magical fellatio that he felt compelled to recount it decades later, and for that I am grateful. 

Most of us have at least some hot memories of a lover from the past, no matter how wild (or for that matter how vanilla) we are.  Those are the thoughts that hit us without warning, and instantly they pull us in.  It probably doesn't transport you in to the backseat of a Bentley cruising along somewhere in Spain, but maybe it brings you to a quiet corner in a field of overgrown grass and wildflowers… or under the bleachers at the football field… or to your boyfriend's room while his parents are out of town… or to some strange room in some house where you're supposed to be helping your girlfriend babysit... feel free to fill in your time and place.  

The memory is sparked by some snippet of a song and before you know it, your mind is there:

Even now, whenever we jam to that song I catch myself thinking of those brown lips and those caramel thighs and those arms around me and the marks on those arms and the summer heat and the fire we made and the sweetness in the taste of her sweat and her delicious scent when I kissed her down there... 

-Joe,  Sons of Roland: Book One, Chapter Five    

Sons of Roland is the "group memoir" that follows the life, death and resurrection of The Visitors, a rock & roll band.  There are plenty of juicy bits to enjoy; they're never extraneous and are always necessary to the plot  AND they're fun and sexy and they'll pull the reader in.

There are fondly sad reminiscences of unrequited childhood infatuations, the recount of a sexual awakening with an unforgettable muse,  recollections of the wild (and experimental) encounters of various rock stars and a testimony to the indelible effect of love at first sight:

There were lots of fireworks under my eyelids and the sounds of sirens and Dad's voice and men's voices and I felt like I was moving very quickly.  Dad said they put me in a neck brace; I don't remember that.  I remember everything throbbing and my heart played the bass line from hell in my head but the only thing I saw were fireworks lighting up my eyelids.  I didn't actually see anything else until I saw her. 

She was on my right side.  I was confused, because I was sure it was my Mum at first and she was taking me with her to be wherever she was because I was dead, but she didn't look the same.  Her hair was the color of butterscotch, not brown like my Mum's, and her eyes were blue… 'that's not her, Mum had brown eyes… Who are you?  I love you.'  I thought, and I heard her speak as her pretty pink lips moved.  All of this I do remember very clearly:

"So, this is Batman?"

"Yes, Doctor Massey.  Roof repairs in a thunderstorm.  Stupid bloke.  Lucky to be alive, ain't he?"

I thought, 'Oh, I've missed you so much…'  Which was weird since I'd never seen her before in my life… 

-Pete, Sons of Roland Book One, Chapter Sixteen

This book is definitely not a Romance Novel, but I promise, there are lots of juicy bits.   Go ahead, enjoy them!