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“What if sin wasn’t all the bad parts of you that you’re trying to get rid of like St Origen in the 3rd century who cut off his penis because he was trying to free himself from his sinful nature? What if sin represents how powerful you are. But in order to FULLY embrace that power [sensual power], God has to correct you or ‘redeem’ you from the depths of your low vibration. And the best way He does that is by revealing the depths of His Love (high vibration) even if it means risk losing His street cred... oh, I meant His religious cred.”

“What if sin wasn’t all the bad parts of you that you’re trying to get rid of like St Origen in the 3rd century who cut off his penis because he was trying to free himself from his sinful nature? What if sin represents how powerful you are. But in order to FULLY embrace that power [sensual power], God has to correct you or ‘redeem’ you from the depths of your low vibration. And the best way He does that is by revealing the depths of His Love (high vibration) even if it means He has to risk losing His street cred... oh, I meant religious cred.”

“You see, God was never interested in taking our power [sensual power] from us. If God actually took your sinful nature away, He would have to also take your sensual power away. Meaning you would be left boring and stale as dry bread. No pizazz, which is the quality of being exciting, attractive and enchanting. Listen, God is not interested and it’s never been in His divine plan to take away your allure, magnetism, charm, magic, seductiveness. Because that’s your vital life force. It’s religion (the law from which Christ has redeemed us) that has drained all of that juicefullness out of most people in the name of ‘redemption.”

“Did you take part in the chocolate production directly?" she asks, without quite knowing why. Maybe because she can't imagine his bulky fists tinkering with soft caramel and finely ground licorice powder. "Oh, yes. Every step in the process. White chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate." A much younger man smiles through the wrinkles surrounding his brown eyes. "There isn't a sweet temptation that doesn't lure me in." Ingrid has to smile back, feels the optimism like a gust breezing through her. No, like a taste on her tongue! Wildrid can feel the saliva pooling behind her teeth: soft mint spreading out on the back of her tongue, salty caramel sticking to her molars. Chili chocolate burning the inside of her cheeks, rum cream with ginger melting down her throat. "Pineapple truffle!" she says. "Mango nougat! Marzipan-covered kiwi!" Johnny looks at her and chuckles. "I thought you said you wanted to start slowly and carefully?" The others grow quiet and Ingrid stops, embarrassed by her outburst. An erotic poem wrapped in cellophane.”

“Before she could question him further, she was swung over his shoulder and tossed onto her bed. Will kicked the door shut and removed his boots and shirt, revealing his toned body. "I need a distraction. I think I'm going crazy," he confessed as he finished undressing and joined her on the bed. "Help me forget, Em." He grabbed her ankles and pulled her down until she was flat on her back. Luckily for him, she was in a thin nightgown and silk panties. Hot hands trailed up her thighs and removed her underwear. She shivered despite the heat. She'd never seen him like this, broken and desperate.”

“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!”

“The fragrance of white tea is the feeling of existing in the mists that float over waters; the scent of peony is the scent of the absence of negativity: a lack of confusion, doubt, and darkness; to smell a rose is to teach your soul to skip; a nut and a wood together is a walk over fallen Autumn leaves; the touch of jasmine is a night's dream under the nomad's moon.”