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I ... Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
As I penetrate Clare she looks at me and I think I don't exist and a second later she turns her head and sees me. She cries out, not loudly, and looks back at me, above her, in her. Then she remembers, accepts it, this is pretty strange but it's okay, and in this moment I love her more than life.
What you contemplate, you touch. What you enter into in imagination, you make yourself one with.
I listen as he becomes a victim to his own seduction
clearing and into the
I prick him, you bleed.
Prick us we bleed, prick him he pops.
with offense - a high- bosomed matron opposite emitted
What has no substance can penetrate what has no opening.
He couldn't wait - not one second more - and entered her with one long hard thrust. He was so careful with her, always, but this time he couldn't be careful, couldn't be gentle; he needed to possess her the way he needed to breathe.
bullies the light out of the room.
I take a deep breath and let him tilt my shoulders back. I gaze up, and he peers down at me. He kisses my eyes, my mouth - deeply, sensually - stirring my depths.
He undresses me as he blesses my skin with his kisses. "Lay down," he directs. I'm bare, vulnerable, open, and full of love.
There is a quickness of perception in some, a nicety in the discernment of character, a natural penetration, in short, which no experience in others can equal ...
Gets aggressive with him. He's very hurt by the
Constance felt the rest of Jack, the hardness at the top of his thighs, straining against her belly. He lifted her from the floor, held her against the wall, his body pushing her skirts in between her legs. He ground his hips, making her blush as a thousand nerve endings
You pierce me with a look, a word, a gesture. And yet those same weapons could shield me from hurt if you so choose.
We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness
Blood, pain and an all-surpassing lust for one man settled so deeply into his bones, the need had become part of him. Bottomless, like the touch he craved. Vadim.
loved, and indulged to the full extent of her father
Intercourse is an assertion of mastery, one that announces his own higher caste and proves it upon a victim who is expected to surrender, serve, and be satisfied.
Passive...Aggressive...Pussy.
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
He crushes me so hard that I shall break, frail little creature that I know I am; but once he is in me nothing else exists, and I could have my four limbs cut away without awakening from my ecstasy.
When a woman allows a man to enter her, it is not just a physical act, but a spiritual one, ... We risk everything trying to touch the ineffable by touching each other.
She charms by her eyes and slays with her tongue.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.
A man's soul is pierced as it were with holes, and as his longings flow through each they are transmuted into something specific.
She begins to undress and I soak in every curve, every part of her that she sees as a flaw and I see as a revelation.
My love runs deeper than the wounds.
As with a wound on one's own body, it is possible to develop an intimacy with the most disturbing of things
Love surrounds, softens and tires violence and force.
Bring your substance deep down to me, heavily, covering my eyes, let your existence cut across me, supposing that my heart is destroyed.
O Hope, sweet flatterer! thy, delusive touch
Sheds on afflicted minds the balm of comfort,
Relieves the load of poverty, sustains
The captive, bending with the weight of bonds,
And smooths the pillow of disease and pain.
His hands are caressing her skin, hips, thighs, and ass. One slips between her legs, gently stroking, opening her a little for him, and then he lifts his head and she feels it. His mouth, right there. Blair's eyes fall shut. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. She
She's disintegrated my armor with her existence, and now she has all of me.
Every single part.
I let her see me.
I let her love me.
And I let myself believe, just for a moment, I understood why.
No one has written adequately of what happens when enough of the body's naked surface is pressed against another human being's. It is a slow dismantling of ego, a suspension of the instinct to distinguish Me from Not Me.
My mission, which I chose to accept, is to infiltrate the enemy. Jack and
Alex are the enemy. I pause, wondering how Demos defines infiltration.
'Not that way', Alicia answers.
Every time he entered his study, he relived the time she had crawled under his desk, tucked his shoe-clad foot into her side, curled her arm around his leg, and slept. After he finished his work, he pulled her out from under his desk and carried up her upstairs to a spare bedroom.
The torment of personal relations. Nothing new there except in the disguise, and in the escape on the wings of adjectives. Sweet to be pierced by daggers at the end of paragraphs.
Scorned and torn, former love mates aim and shoot childish devastating daggers that penetrate beyond target to pierce the heart of their offspring.
She watches him for hours. She wants to be the sheets that cover his toes. She wants to be the ceiling separating him from the sky: above him, the first thing he sees before and after dreams. She wants to be the open window letting in the light for him.
The lengths I go to just to get between your legs.
They can't pierce your heart unless you let them.
Kissed. Worshipped. Seduced. Fucked within an inch of her life.
There are cases in which a man would be ashamed not to have been imposed upon. There is a confidence necessary to human intercourse, and without which men are often more injured by their own suspicions than they would be by the perfidy of others.
Nothing touches her. To be touched is weakness.
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.
The only sound was the crackle of the fire as they looked at each other. Then his mouth was on hers, moving seductively. She returned his kiss, opening for him when his tongue swept against her lips.
He enticed, he tempted.
He tantalized, he seduced.
And it was glorious.
He cannot hunt. He cannot sleep. He is angry. He is sad.' The Frenchman ticked off symptoms and jabbed Tom with his elbow. 'He is in love!
With Torin stretched over her, his weight pinning her down, his heat and scent surrounding her, she was utterly consumed with pleasure. It saturated her bones, submerged her mind, tickled her every cell. She was alive with decadent sensation.
I feel his body pressed against mine. His heat burns against my flesh; searing, seducing. Permanently making it his.
eats most of his meals
You live out the character of he whom love is immersed in you
Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.
Strike deep, divide us from cheap-got doubt,
Leap, leap between us and the easy out;
Teach us to seize, to use, to sleep well, to let go;
Let our loves, freed in us, gaudy and graceful, grow.
No man's hand has ever yet reached up to take as much as the Pierced Hand is reaching down to give.
He lowered his lips to hers, snatching the breath from her lungs, the thoughts from her head. There was only the feeling of his kiss, his mouth, his body.
Cane, Laken (2013-08-26). Shiv Crew (Rune Alexander) (p. 274). Laken Cane. Kindle Edition.
He submits to be seen through a microscope, who suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion.
The two-inch blade can penetrate four inches into such parts of the body, the four-inch blade eight inches, etc. Having
I hunger to commit the act of touch.
Her touch shattered me. Her touch awoke me. Her touch destroyed me.
Lila stretches the hem of her tank top over her hips as she moves toward me. When she sits, it's with her thigh melting against mine. Her heat radiates past my jeans to my skin. Every single cell within my body sizzles to life. Play this right, Lincoln. She deserves a man, not a boy.
Let at least one word of my writings impregnate the reader's heart.
smacking his fist into
The press of his body on hers brought
Forsaking all other thoughts, he rutted into her, in a fashion more animal than human. His eruption he held fast within, so that she squirmed against the sensation before accepting her own fall into oblivion, her walls pulsing to an echoing rhythm.
from The Gentlemen's Club
I know something of taking an enemy into your bosom. His blade goes in quicker when he is close. With
Once more into the breach
Tessie allowed Milton to press his clarinet to her skin and fill her body with music. At first it only tickled her. But after a while the notes spread deeper into her body. She felt the vibrations penetrate her muscles, pulsing in waves, until they rattled her bones and made her inner organs hum.
shatter the foundation
He's a filler," Cammie says with more conviction than a suicide bomber.
"What does that mean?" I am studying the menu, contemplating an almond croissant.
"You know - stuff something into your heart quickly to stop it from cracking open ... from
bleeding out ...
chest, pressing damp cotton against her skin, the ball of his thumb down in her cleavage. Not a tender gesture.
He did something he rarely did. He touched her. Just a pat of his hand over the back of hers. But it was, Eve realized, a kind of intimacy. An affectionate contact between comrades, and more personal than any act the victim had ever exchanged with a client.
To become romantic artists, we must pierce the armor that hides our hearts, and the piercing is not comfortable.
A streak of bare flesh darted past our door.
Mason grinned at me. "It's like we didn't even miss Fisher's party tonight."
My nurse sprinted past our door, followed by another two.
Angry words pierce & the holes can't be patched.
target for HIV. The virus infects the very cell
This," said Laurent, "is a little more - "
It was a word of sharp points: " - intimate," he said, "than ice."
"Too intimate?" Damen said. Slowly, he was kneading Laurent's shoulders.
He did not usually think of himself as someone with suicidal impulses.
V poured himself some Goose and sat down on the bed. The rack was covered with hardened wax, blood, her arousal, and the results of his orgasms. It had been a messy session. But the acceptable ones always were. He
Desire denied consumes
It doesn't matter", he murmured against my skin. His fingers traced the cuts, healing the veins beneath them. "There's only one thing that does."
"What?" I whispered.
He looked at me through his long,, dark lashes, with my hands still in his. "Killing Jude.
They throw the ball, I hit it. They hit the ball, I catch it.
God enters through the wound.
Damn her he said to himself. What good does it do my risking my life? She doesn't care whether we own an ostrich or not. Nothing penetrates.
The feel of her skin as she struggled beneath, the life inside, the death without. The breaching of life and death, of survival uncaged inside him: a dark beast with violence and sex in its soul.
In his soul.
She could feel the heat from his body behind her. It radiated from his chest to her shoulder blades. The silk of his bow tie brushed against her hair, penetrating it, until it grazed across the surface of her neck, causing it to explode into goose-pimples.
I love you," he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. "I love you."
She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn't remember who he was - who she was. She lost her mind.
Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.
I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks. - Verb.
It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.
A woman can do men without penetrating them; they ride them, like I want you to ride me, they suck cazzone like I want your pretty mouth to do right now.
How shall I touch you unless it is everywhere?Touch-- Mary Oliver
establishing the
We run. We jump. We fall. Deeper. Harder. In love.
He went until he felt it in their bodies, heard it in their voices. He went until there was blood, and he didn't stop until he got it.
I feel her hips push forward against mine.
And any blood left in my body descends, making me harder than I've ever been in my life.
Weeks of want and frustration are coursing through me. I've brushed with Colgate for far too
long - and it's tasted like shit.
His words crawled under her skin, settling deep into the crevices of her bones. Without
People who have been initiated "broke through in what felt like breaking down".
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. "Smothered it," I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature.
When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.