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A Woman's Body... A Woman's Body The entire mystery of pleasure in a woman’s body lies in the intensity of the pulsation just before the orgasm. Sometimes it is slow, one-two-three, three palpitations which then project a fiery and icy liqueur through the body. If the palpitation is feeble, muted, the pleasure is like a gentler wave. The pocket seed of ecstasy bursts with more or less energy, when it is richest it touches every portion of the body, vibrating through every nerve and cell. If the palpitation is intense, the rhythm and beat of it is slower and the pleasure more lasting. Electric flesh-arrows, a second wave of pleasure falls over the first, a third which touches every nerve end, and now the third like an electric current traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm. There are times when a woman feels her body but lightly played on. Others when it reaches such a climax it seems it can never surpass. So many climaxes. Some caused by tenderness, some by desire, some by a word or an image seen during the day. There are times when the day itself demads a climax, days of which do not end in a climax, when the body is asleep or dreaming other dreams. There are days when the climax is not pleasure but pain, jealousy, terror, anxiety. And there are days when the climax takes place in creation, a white climax. Revolution is another climax. Sainthood another. — ~ Anais Nin "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Thanks very artful photo and creative quote. Love how the nipples stand out.
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I dearly miss owning her body... having her constantly with me, compelling her to tell me every sensation she feels, even when she wants just to luxuriate in it, only crying out or gasping in ecstasy. Love this photo... I have a solid oak table like this from Portugal that sometimes is decorated in this fashion. (except the windows look out on a lake)
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