The amount of perfume she had on was like a human sacrifice on Incense Night.

Le pire n'est pas que l'on se brûle, mais que le feu s'éteint.

Hey roomie." I was breathless. I looked her straight in the eyes as my fingers squeezed my nipples and rubbed my swollen clit. "Told you I wouldn't stop when you caught me.

C’mon good girl, be bad.

I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.

Lector, "alegría, saludo y salud", decían antaño nuestros antepasados cuando acababan un cuento. | Historietas, cuentos y fábulas - Marqués de Sade.