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"Trust your beauty to shine from your eyes and into the souls of that deserve yous."
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"When you walk into a room, yous have the grace and gravitas of an empress, and I swear, even the Deities must pause to look at you."
― Blood Heir
― Blood Heir
"She is the most beautiful pattern of beauty on the fabric of love"
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"She is a flower growing on the surface of moon . unique and mysterious, her beauty is precious lovely souvenir on canvas of moon .."
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"Mind of engaging compassionate intellect
A woman of complex and lasting beauty"
― It'south Nearly Time
A woman of complex and lasting beauty"
― It'south Nearly Time
"How to capeesh the beauty of a woman: First, close your eyes without whatsoever lust or sexual want, and then feel the softness of her body, her delicate hands, her optics, her lips, her breasts, her thighs. Second, soak your soul in her mind, experience the vortex of her inner needs and desires, listen to the rhythmic sound of her joys and sorrows, and tiptoe on the matrix of her dreams and longings. As soon as you lot imagine and understand these nuances in a woman, you'll immediately feel a strange sensation of warmth and nurturing presence, almost maternal, like a gentle breeze in the sea or the fragrance of flowers in the wood. You see, her beauty does non reside in her physical appearance—whoever she is and no matter how she looks—because she, the woman herself, is the definition, the apotheosis, and the birthplace of beauty. (Danny Castillones Sillada, The Phenomenology of Beauty in a Adult female)"
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"Like a thief, the prototype of her taut, well-formed body crept into his listen adjacent. His hair swept backwards, shot up similar long needles in the rush of the air and his thoughts grew bolder. He marveled how beautifully her torso arched as she stood and gave commands. Vishwakarma, the god of all craftsmen, in an exalting moment had threaded a wire through information technology to give it that elegant curve. From that instant, the memories of a wife, of dear daughters waiting back in the village seemed hazy as in a dream. Inhibitions became soft barriers. He remembered the gestures of Chanda Bai's two hands equally she talked; her palms similar delicate seashells; her elegant fingers. Flashes of her jewel studded ears, some other pair of shells; and her long hair lovingly braided past her servants with thick strands of white and yellowish jasmine flowers interlaced in them. He wanted to cuddle those flowers with his finger."
― The Thugs & a Courtesan
― The Thugs & a Courtesan
"She is wine of love, every drop of vino poisons the hearts of men ."
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"She is a ray of sunshine . a rain of warm summertime . a bright fire of a cold wintertime's day ."
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"She'south a woman similar few"
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"Waiting for her is as delightful every bit waiting for dusk"
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"Oh! how wild that night was, every breath she took , every step she made . every smile she what she share, poisons the hearts of men ."
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"A small glimpse of what she hold inside. .her secrets , her desire, love, hopes and dreams . every line has its ain meaning."
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"Fifty-fifty the most beautiful adult female volition lose her flavours. However, the flavours of the woman who is ever in bear upon with her sensuality will outlast her."
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"She is like moon who fell in honey with the blueish dark and shared all her calorie-free ..."
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"Her hair is real gorgeous, she looks swell! how beautifully hairs covered her elegant long neck ."
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"Oh, how wild a dark and she's dressed in moonlight - in her hush-hush garden"
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"She writes in a very elegant way , ever knows what to say and how to approach someone; she is very caring ..."
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"A cute woman is the hundred pct attractive at every place if no one other is with her."
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"Like a thief, the image of her taut, well-formed body crept into his heed side by side. He marveled how beautifully her torso arched as she stood and gave commands. Vishwakarma, the god of all craftsmen, in an exalting moment had threaded a wire through it to give it that elegant curve."
― The Thugs & a Courtesan
― The Thugs & a Courtesan
"Your legs spin luminous webs that I notwithstanding get stuck in every unmarried fourth dimension."
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"Fifty-fifty the most beautiful woman will lose her flavours. However, the flavours of a woman who is constantly in affect with her sensuality will outlive her."
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"You are beautiful, Layla."
Layla gave a tiny shake of her caput. "I didn't feel beautiful when I saw the women Jonas had brought to our bed. Don't get me wrong. I have no desire to be that thin. I like my curves. But it was like he was saying there was something wrong with me, and information technology made me even angrier because he was correct." She attacked the burger like information technology was a Scooby Snack. Did she really not come across her own beauty? Evan had been falling all over himself to get her into bed, and the dudes with the stonemason jars weren't the merely ones who'd been checking her out in the bar."
― The Marriage Game
Layla gave a tiny shake of her caput. "I didn't feel beautiful when I saw the women Jonas had brought to our bed. Don't get me wrong. I have no desire to be that thin. I like my curves. But it was like he was saying there was something wrong with me, and information technology made me even angrier because he was correct." She attacked the burger like information technology was a Scooby Snack. Did she really not come across her own beauty? Evan had been falling all over himself to get her into bed, and the dudes with the stonemason jars weren't the merely ones who'd been checking her out in the bar."
― The Marriage Game
"If roses could talk, they would not avowal of their beauty, because they know that they have e'er been cute."
― Vocal of a Nature Lover
― Vocal of a Nature Lover
"Slender and lissome, Zilia had skin of the purest white and features the very emblem of candor and modesty; her big dark bluish optics, more tender than lively, seemed to limited honey at the height of delicacy, sentiment at its most voluptuous. Her mouth was deliciously formed, her teeth white and cute; she seemed a little pale until one's gaze fell upon her and then she burst to life, fresh as a rose. Her brow was noble, her hair, so nicely patterned, ashen blonde in not bad quantity, elegantly matched past the gracious contours of her veil, streaming across alabaster breasts, always exposed in accordance with the fashion of the country—all finally lent this pretty woman the air of a goddess of youth. She had only reached her 16th year, still growing despite all, her arms lithe and fingers to our eyes then very supple and slender."
― Aline and Valcour, or, the Philosophical Novel, Vol. Ii
― Aline and Valcour, or, the Philosophical Novel, Vol. Ii
"But then, I notice Mrs. Mulgrave giving the younger woman beside her a slight push in my direction.
"This is my daughter, Maisie. She will be your maid."
"Maisie?" I tin't assist blurting out in astonishment.
I hardly recognize her. The past vii years accept transformed Maisie from a plain preteen into a cute young developed. I didn't await her to be then... pretty. She wears a black tee with black pants, merely the simple wear and lack of makeup but enhances her looks. She has heavy-lidded deep brown eyes, articulate skin with the hint of a tan, the kind of plush pinkish lips that housewives in my New York hometown would pay good money for, and long brown pilus highlighted with strands of gold. Her only adornments are a thick wristwatch and a rectangular pendant hanging on a chain around her neck.
I experience a pang of sympathy as I expect from mother to daughter. If Maisie'southward luck had been different---if she'd been built-in to parents like the Marinos---she could have had the world at her feet, instead of being shut up in a house working as a maid."
― Suspicion
"This is my daughter, Maisie. She will be your maid."
"Maisie?" I tin't assist blurting out in astonishment.
I hardly recognize her. The past vii years accept transformed Maisie from a plain preteen into a cute young developed. I didn't await her to be then... pretty. She wears a black tee with black pants, merely the simple wear and lack of makeup but enhances her looks. She has heavy-lidded deep brown eyes, articulate skin with the hint of a tan, the kind of plush pinkish lips that housewives in my New York hometown would pay good money for, and long brown pilus highlighted with strands of gold. Her only adornments are a thick wristwatch and a rectangular pendant hanging on a chain around her neck.
I experience a pang of sympathy as I expect from mother to daughter. If Maisie'southward luck had been different---if she'd been built-in to parents like the Marinos---she could have had the world at her feet, instead of being shut up in a house working as a maid."
― Suspicion
"He'd caught merely a few brief glimpses of her without the mask over the course of the day, but he could see her clearly now, an outrageously cute woman who vibrated with energy. With her night hair at present an unbound mass of curls falling softly around her shoulders, full mouth curved in a grinning, dark eyes sparkling, she was the kind of woman who stirred a man'south blood. He couldn't tear his gaze away."
― The Singles Table
― The Singles Table
"God, she was gorgeous. Pure and cleanly beautiful. From the rounded crests of her cheeks to the delicate sweep of her jaw, she had the kind of face sculptors memorialized in marble and the rest of us gazed upon for centuries to come.
Of grade she was beautiful. She was an actress. Meant to be idolized on the screen. Emma Maron, a.k.a Princess Anya, future queen and conqueror on Dark Castle. The guys and I used to watch the show while traveling between games. Anya was a favorite. Especially since...
I'd seen her breasts. It hit me like a puck to the helmet, and my ears began to ring. I'd seen those perfect flossy handfuls with sweet pink tips that pointed upward, defying gravity and begging to be sucked. I had watched her on hands on knees, perky tits bouncing as Arasmus slammed into her from behind.
I really blushed. Me. The guy who'd had dozens of women throw themselves at him every night since high school. I'd had sex so many times and in so many ways it had become a mistiness. Zip shamed me or made me uncomfortable. Yet I started to get hot under the collar, my cheeks burning. Afterwards nearly a year of being disinterested in all things sexual, my dick decided to brand its presence known and start ascension. Now, of all times. At present, when I was stuck in a damn truck less than three anxiety from a woman, I finally got a hard-on. Lovely.
I felt like a damn lecher.
"At least it's a cute drive," she said, breaking through heated thoughts of creamy breasts with cotton fiber processed nipples."
― Make It Sweet
Of grade she was beautiful. She was an actress. Meant to be idolized on the screen. Emma Maron, a.k.a Princess Anya, future queen and conqueror on Dark Castle. The guys and I used to watch the show while traveling between games. Anya was a favorite. Especially since...
I'd seen her breasts. It hit me like a puck to the helmet, and my ears began to ring. I'd seen those perfect flossy handfuls with sweet pink tips that pointed upward, defying gravity and begging to be sucked. I had watched her on hands on knees, perky tits bouncing as Arasmus slammed into her from behind.
I really blushed. Me. The guy who'd had dozens of women throw themselves at him every night since high school. I'd had sex so many times and in so many ways it had become a mistiness. Zip shamed me or made me uncomfortable. Yet I started to get hot under the collar, my cheeks burning. Afterwards nearly a year of being disinterested in all things sexual, my dick decided to brand its presence known and start ascension. Now, of all times. At present, when I was stuck in a damn truck less than three anxiety from a woman, I finally got a hard-on. Lovely.
I felt like a damn lecher.
"At least it's a cute drive," she said, breaking through heated thoughts of creamy breasts with cotton fiber processed nipples."
― Make It Sweet
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