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“Over and over we lose this sense of feeling we are wholly in our skins by means already named as well as through extended duress. Those who toil too long without respite are also at risk. The soulskin vanishes when we are not paying attention to what we are really doing and particularly the cost to us."

"We lose the soulskin by becoming too involved with ego, by being too exacting, perfectionistic, or unnecessarily martyred, or driven by a blind ambition, or by being dissatisfied - about self, family, community, culture, world - and not saying or doing anything about it, or by pretending we are an ending source for others, or by not doing all we can to help ourselves. Oh, there are as many ways to lose the soul skin as there are women in the world."

"The only way to hold on to this sensual soulskin is to retain an exquisitely pristine consciousness about its value and uses.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

“8 April 1891
The obscenity of nostrils and mouths; the ignominious cupidity of smiles and women encountered in the street; the shifty baseness on every side, as of hyenas and wild beasts ready to bite: tradesmen in their shops and strollers on their pavements. How long must I suffer this? I have suffered it before, as a child, when, descending by chance to the servant's quarters, I overheard in astonishment their vile gossip, tearing up my own kind with their lovely teeth.

This hostility to the entire race, this muted detestation of lynxes in human form, I must have rediscovered it later while at school. I had a repugnance and horror for all base instincts, but am I not myself instinctively violent and lewd, murderous and sensual? Am I any different, in essence, from the members of the riotous and murderous mob of a hundred years ago, who hurled the town sergeants into the Seine and cried, 'String up the aristos!' just as they shout 'Down with the army!' or 'Death to the Jews!”
― Jean Lorrain, Monsieur de Phocas

“And dusk fell because it suited his skin.”
― Anne Enright, What Are You Like?

“A single smile from her could make his entire being burn. One touch from her hand and he was undone. It was terrifying to think of how much power this one person had over him. How one single gesture from her could affect him so profoundly. (Sin thinking about Kat)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Devil May Cry

“Did you want to change into something more comfortable?â€� Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts.

I smack his knee. “I'm comfortable, but I know you're not.� He doesn't mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies.

“You're right,� he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can't look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad?

Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I've been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn't want him to see me practically drooling. It's too late for that now.

He smirks. “You know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this.� He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest.

I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, “If I'm wearing clothes, you're wearing clothes.�

“So if I'm not wearing clothes...â€� I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. “Just remember, all you have to do is say otherwise.”
― Lilly Avalon, Here All Along

“A shaft of sunlight pierced the dark cluds and she looked up to see a silver lining. It was a sign, she thought.”
― Diane Grifith

“Knowledge is not obtained through being absorbed in a book, it comes when you brush aside fantasies and sensuality, switching from the unreal to the real.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Charles, if you were here right now, I'd totally kiss you."
He chuckled softly. "I get that a lot, but I doubt my boyfriend will approve.”
― Laurel Cremant, Wynter's Fall

“Love, he does not know this word, and worse, he does not know that feeling in his existence. ~Emily”
― Pet TorreS, Ardent Affection

“He’s kissing me everywhere, squeezing me, running his fingers over places no one else has touched”
― R.A. Nelson, Teach Me

“Es va aturar arran de taula , deixant que la sang fes el seu fet, suau, callada, i alhora misteriosament present i agradable, terriblement agradable...”
― Manuel de Pedrolo, Perquè ha mort una noia

“Here, illuminated at last,
Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;
Sweet moments of passion and healing,
Of sensual release.”
― Scott Hastie

“She grabbed her clutch bag and circled her arms around his neck. "Caulder McCutchen, I'm really not sure what you are."

He lifted his head and looked down at her, squinted. "I'm a man. Enough said?"

Velia smiled and looped her arm through his. "Yes, sir. Shall we go?”
― Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, Howdy, Ma'am

“All she could do was stare dumbly at him as she trembled all over, for he was so rampantly glorious, it had stolen her voice.”
― Thea Harrison

“I need a drink. Now.â€�

After tossing—fine, throwing—my purse and keys on the couch, I march straight into the kitchen. No more delays; it's time to forget tonight. It’s been yet another night like all the other first dates that never meet a second one. When you begin to lose count, that's when it's really time for a drink.

Adrian stands there, leaning against the counter in an unbuttoned dress shirt and dark wash jeans. He glances at me as I walk in. “How was your date?� he asks, taking a swig of his scotch.

I brush past him on my mission, opening the cupboard and moving a couple bottles around. I reiterate, “I need alcohol.�

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him hiding a smile before he says, “That bad?�

My face twitches as I ignore his line of questioning. It is more like a statement he wants me to clarify, even though he already knows the answer. Instead, I ask, “I have vodka left, don't I?� I stand on my tiptoes in hopes of spotting something in the very back. Nothing.

He waltzes over and looks with me, his chin almost touching my shoulder. “I think you polished that one off after last week's date.â€� His voice is low right next to my ear, very nearly causing a shiver.”
― Lilly Avalon, Here All Along

“Barrett is a bigger guy, not fat (not yet) but ursine, crimson of eye and lip; ginger-furred, possessed (he likes to think) of an enchanted sensual slyness, the prince transformed into wolf or lion, all slumbering large-pawed docility, awaiting, with avid yellow eyes, love’s first kiss.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

“Sensual aromatherapy is powerful stuff.”
― Elana Millman, Aromatherapy for Sensual Living: Essential Oils for the Ecstatic Soul

“El professor americà hi sortia fotografiat: cabellera de lleó, bigotis estil Groucho Marx, llavis sensuals -d'aquests que sembla que hagin menjat sobrassada-, nas d'àliga. "Tot un exemplar", pensà la Sílvia.”
― Montserrat Roig, El temps de les cireres

“Whatever it was that came over him that night pulled a cord—her laugh, or her surprise gasp slipping out to think he’d do something so bold.”
― Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, Cowboy Boss and his Destiny

“Perhaps it was the darkness and secrecy that lent an extra layer of excitement to their meeting? Certainly, all of her other senses felt heightened to an almost unbearable extent. She couldn’t see, but she could hear the distant strains of dance music as the steady beat thrummed through her body; and she could feel so much with just one touch.”
― Emily Arden, Lover by Moonlight