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“Nudity is fun, especially out of doors, but it is far more erotic when the wrappings are only partly removed from the treasures they conceal. When you undress a woman you are opening the drapes in a darkened room to gaze upon a glimpse of paradise.”
― Chloe Thurlow, The Secret Life of Girls

I went looking for a quote or passage about partial nudity for social media, I was looking for romance & a certain eloquence... Found it. Actually ended up going with something else for the post but I just had to share this with you guys <3

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yum <3

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Oooof. And another one.

“She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.”
― Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

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woah, keep 'em coming.

i love OSC.

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I just posted this one on my VSI (very sexy instagram) but it's too good not to share again:

“lean in to kiss me
in all the places
where the ache
is
the most special.”
― Sanober Khan

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I just posted this one on my VSI (very sexy instagram) but it's too good not to share again:

“lean in to kiss me
in all the places
where the ache
is
the most special.”
― Sanober Khan

I just found and followed you on Instagram. (waves)

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Aw thank you Monotreme! <3

If anyone else wants to check out my boobstagram I'm @pleasant_danger

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yes! followed xx

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yes! followed xx

I'd love for you to follow me too ;-)

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what's your insta?

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Not sure who this is by...

I have a desire for
every inch of you.
The smell of your breath
on my needing lips.
The taste of you
under the covers,
and your voice
rummaging
through every vein
in my body.

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nice words ther and nice boobstagram !

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Thank you!

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“Each clip and zip and fastening, each button and bow, each stretch of elastic as you undress a woman reveals hidden treasure, a clavicle, a shoulder blade, the shadowy line of a breast, a hip bone carved by Michelangelo, the discreet charms and mystery of the navel, a neglected erogenous zone cherished by the Ancient Greeks.”
― Chloe Thurlow

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reminds me of this:

"… Her belly
button was a tiny swirl, almost hidden. If all the breeze it took to
ruffle a tea rose suddenly became flesh, it would be like her belly
button. On different occasions she covered it with oil, semen,
thirty-dollars’ worth of perfume, a burr, rice, urine, the parings
of a man’s fingernails, another man’s tears, spit, a thimbleful of rain
water. I’ve got to recall the occasions.

OIL: Countless times. She kept a bottle of olive oil beside the bed.
I always thought flies would come.

SEMEN: F.’s too? I couldn’t bear that. She made me deposit it there
myself. She wanted to see me masturbate for the last time. How
could I tell her that it was the most intense climax of my life?

RICE: Raw rice. She kept one grain in there for a week, claiming
that she could cook it.

URINE: Don’t be ashamed, she said.

FINGERNAILS: She said that Orthodox Jews buried their fingernail
parings. I’m uneasy as I remember this. It’s just the kind of
observation that F. would make. Did she get the idea form him?

MAN”S TEARS: A curious incident. We were sunbathing on the
beach at Old Orchard, Maine. A complete stranger in a blue
bathing suit threw himself on her stomach, weeping. I grabbed
his hair to pull him away. She struck my hand sharply. I looked
around; nobody had noticed so I felt a little better about it. I
timed the man: he cried for five minutes. There were thousands
stretched on the beach. Why did he have to pick us? I smiled
stupidly at people passing, as if this loony were my bereaved
brother-in-law. Nobody seemed to notice. He had on one of
those cheap wool bathing suits that do nothing for the balls. He
cried quietly, Edith’s right hand on the nape of his neck. This
isn’t happening, I tried to think, Edith’s not a sandy whore.
Abruptly and clumsily, he rose on one knee, stood up, ran away.
Edith looked after him for a while, then turned to comfort me.
He was an A—, she whispered. Impossible! I shouted furi-
ously. I’ve documented every living A—! You’re lying, Edith!
You loved him slobbering on your navel. Admit it! Perhaps
you’re right, she said, perhaps he wasn’t an A—. That was a
chance I couldn’t take. I spent the rest of the day patrolling miles
of beach, but he’d gone somewhere with his snotty nose.

SPIT: I don’t know why. In fact, I can’t remember when exactly.
Have I imagined this one?

RAIN WATER: she got the idea it was raining at two in the morning.
We couldn’t tell because of the window situation. I took a
thimble and went upstairs. She appreciated the favor.

There is no doubt that she believed her belly button to be a sensory
organ, better than that, a purse which guaranteed possession
in her personal voodoo system. Many times she held me
hard and soft against her there, telling stories through the
night. Why was I never quite comfortable? Why did I listen to
the fan and the elevator?”

-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers

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Let it Be

You are something special, someone special. I am so happy you came into my life.

My days become more full and enjoyable as I anticipate your morning messages to me. My heart pounds as I approach my computer and check my message inbox. What will you say today?

Will you posture yourself in a sense of openness, ready, willing and anxious to receive my love into your heart? Yes, it is true. Yes, it is possible. Yes, it is me. The one you have been waiting for. The one you have been dreaming of. The one for you.

As I pierce your heart with cupid’s arrow, you succumb to my advances and reciprocate my every move. We embrace and embark on a hodgepodge journey of lovemaking, so fulfilling, well beyond our wildest dreams.

Say you want me as I say I want you. Say you love me, as I say I love you. Take me inside of you and join our hearts together so we can be whole again.

Do it. Do it now. Don’t wait. Don’t hesitate.

It was meant to be. It was meant to happen. Let it be. Let me be me.

Let yourself go and come into my world, our world, the world of life long love and eternal bliss.

If only for a moment. Let it be. Please let it be.

-Mark Fleshman

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“Find me here,
said love.
I will wait for you
below and above.

I will wait for you
in the dark, in the light.
I will wait for you
in the day, in the night.

I have waited millions of years
and haven’t grown weary once.
All of eternity I will wait
though there's nowhere I haven't been once.

I have been in hearts and groins,
in the whole and the chasm.
I have been in birth and death,
in the fucking and the orgasm.

If you close your eyes, I am there,
in your nakedness, in your truth.
If you ask for me, I will come
in your age, in your youth.

Because I love you, lover.
And wish to be loved.
Find me here, said love.
I wish to be loved.”
― Kamand Kojouri

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“Being with her always felt like gazing the stars & into the infinity, reading a book which never ends. She had no boundaries, all she knew was to shine, & live without any walls around her on every page.” - Akshay Vasu

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she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff I was
careful of her and (having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch (and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell) next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning) just as we turned the corner of Divinity

- ee cummings

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“Place your truth on my hips. Don’t tell me who you are. Show me with your sincerity, let me see the helplessness in your eyes, wrap your irreverence around me. I’ve been afraid. My freedom has been mistaken for frivolousness, my sexuality for carelessness. Double standards imposed with hypocritical fingers and incurious hearts. I’ve relinquished myself to the wrong ideologies. I’m tired of having to cover my vulnerability to protect others from feeling theirs.

Expose me, penetrate me with broad philosophies, let us collide recklessly with freedom. Steal my wild heart, but do not ask me to live under an umbrella when I like being soaked by the rain.”

- Jacqueline Simon Gunn

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Mmmm.

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This is the nature of our sex: She takes a word, straps it on, penetrates me hard. The word inside me, I become it. The word slots my belly, my belly swells the word. New meanings expand from my thighs. Together we have sacked the dictionary for a lexigraphic fuck. We prefer to ignore those smooth, romantic words, and dig instead for a roue's pleasure. The mature word, ripe, through centuries of change, the word deep-layered with associative delights. The more the word has been handled, the better we like it. For me, the perverted challenge of re-virgining the whore. Aren't we a couplet? Two successive lines of verse that rhyme with each other? Press your eye to the keyhole and you can see us, one on one, swiving at the perfect match of dactyl and spondee. The coupling-box where we must make ends meet. My well-coupled filly, me, her rider in mid-air.

- Art and Lies by Jeanette Winterson

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Oooooooh. Yes!

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KIKI fuck!!! I have this exact passage underlined and cicrcled in my copy of Art and Lies too! How good is she, my god!!!

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I thought it very fitting for this thread!  Glad you both like.

Art and Lies is my favourite book.  I love it.  Literally.  The pages are brown edged and dog-eared I love smelling it and feeling the roughness of the paper against my fingers.  I have read it so many times - in fragments and all the way through.   I always find something new I'd not noticed before.
My first reading of it took a few attempts and I got a bit confused - usually I will give up on a book if I don't want to devour it as quickly as possible.  I am glad I persisted with this one.  The second reading - it made more sense as a whole, but I love all the little stories and moments in it.  Its a good dipper inner.

This has actually been one of my long time favourite passages from the book:

In the sea green hall where the colour slapped against the walls in shallow wash, she held me against the rocks, she kissed me. Her mouth was full of little fishes that swam into mine.  Little fishes between tongue and teeth.  Little flicks of sex.
There was salt on her hands, salt rubbed into the wounds of me, wounds of waiting, wounds of pain. Wounds in need of salve yet fearing it.
'Kiss me', she said. I did.  Kissed her mouth where the sea was, kissed her mouth where the ship was waiting, kissed her mouth on a flotilla of time, jumping, ship to ship, mouth to mouth, all the mouths kissed through time.
I knelt at the V of her stomach muscles lifted up, two hands in prayer. I sang the long praise of her belly. Her fingers coraled my hair. Love me Sophia , on the narrow band of white sand, that separates us from the sea.
Jeanette Winterson,  Art and Lies

'Little flicks of sex'  I adore that.