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“La vanidad es, por mucho, mi pecado favorito, y la lente de la cámara es un espejo. La cámara capta todos los estados de ánimo y los matices; inmortaliza el continuo suave y sedoso que es la humanidad. Esos momentos capturados parecen tan fluidos, tan representativos de la continuidad. Representan la captura de un único momento y, sin embargo, la expresión de una eternidad. Toda tu juventud; todas tus edades, capturadas y expresadas en un solo clic. De todos los caprichos, el de la vanidad es sin duda mi favorito, al que deberíamos resistirnos, pero al que nos sentimos inexplicablemente cautivados y adictos. ¿Qué otro animal pasaría tanto tiempo haciendo pucheros y acicalándose frente a su reflejo? Sólo la humanidad participaría en tal auto-adoración. Se podría pensar que tenemos las plumas más coloridas o las melenas más suaves. En cambio, somos un bípedo desnudo que se siente incompleto sin algún elemento decorativo, accesorio o adorno del yo. Nos embriaga la imagen del cuerpo, de la misma manera que nos seducen los buenos vinos, las comidas o los elementos que alteran la mente. Devoramos la piel, y nos despojamos de la ropa como si fuera la piel de alguna fruta tropical, que oculta un interior colorido y jugoso. Cazamos placeres corporales, y los coleccionamos como premios; los exhibimos en situaciones sociales como si nuestros compañeros fueran una especie de adorno añadido a nosotros mismos. Nos revelamos en nuestra sensualidad. Tocar debajo de la superficie; conectar más allá de las fachadas, ese discurso inalcanzable entre individuos se pone tímidamente al alcance en la intimidad. Capturar esos momentos es captar la esencia de lo que nos hace humanos, y lo que en última instancia nos coloca por encima y al margen del resto de la naturaleza. Capturar la humanidad en sus expresiones más extravagantes es embriagador. La vanidad es, por mucho, mi pecado favorito, y es un cuento interminable tan infinito como la humanidad. Cada persona no es más que una puntada en un gigantesco tapiz.”

“My husband is dead," she said tightly. A small muscle twitched high in his lean cheek. "I'll make you believe me." He reached for her swiftly, both hands wrapping around the back of her skull, gently gripping as he brought his mouth to hers. Ignoring her cry of alarm, he kissed her as she had never been kissed before. Her hands came up to his muscle-roped wrists, trying in vain to pry herself free. The sensation of his mouth, incendiary, delicious, stunned her. He used his teeth and lips and tongue, seducing her in a blaze of sensuality. She floundered for purchase until he let go of her head and gathered her against the hard surface of his body. She was held tight and secure in his embrace, thoroughly possessed... utterly desired. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of him: earth and air and the mild, pleasant bite of sandalwood. His lips slid downward, finding the sensitive place on the side of her neck. He took a deep, luxurious breath and fanned it over her skin, and pressed his face close until she felt the sweep of his lashes against her cheek. She had never been held like this, touched and tasted as if she were some exotic spice to be savored.”

“It was, she said to herself, the single most exciting few minutes of my entire life. The first time I've ever felt like that. The only time I've ever wanted a man more than I've wanted my solitude. The most sensual and stimulating physical contact I've ever experienced — and all of that despite the fact that we were in public. And you were drunk.”

“A woman is like a universe; there are many things that even she still needs to discover about herself. Men on the other hand are miners, which means they are in a better position to uncover, perceive and appreciate things about women that they themselves have not yet come to the full realization of. Men know more about women than they can tell (it's for their own safety that they keep their mouths shut and pretend like they don't know anything, lest they get slammed for claming to know anything at all about women in the first place). Sadly, women are losing out on a wealth of knowledge and understanding about themselves by debunking men's ideas and notions about them especially when it comes to their femininity and sensuality. I think there is a need for women to start gently and safely asking men what they 'inherently' know about their femininity. I'm not a chauvinist nor a proponent for men's rights, but I strongly believe that men hold the keys to a lot of treasure chests that most women are daily striving to open up. Perhaps you should start inviting your man to get a little bit more involved in your feminine/sensual journey. It's only a suggestion...”

“Don’t be a sapiosexual, be a sapiosensual. This is why I say I consider myself a sapiosensual (a term I just made up) because I DON’T LOOK FOR INTELLIGENCE IN A PERSON, I LOOK FOR SOUL, DEPTH, PASSION, VULNERABILITY AND SENSUALITY. All these equates to AUTHENTICITY to me. So, yes, I’m probably snobbish too, I judge a person on how I feel about their authenticity.”

“There is such a deep level of communication that unless you and your partner are really in touch with your own sensuality can’t reach. This has always been my biggest struggle in my previous relationships. My exes have always accused me of being deep, like it was a bad thing. I kind of felt weird and bad about it at times though, because I did not know how NOT to be deep. I tried so hard to have petty conversations about frivolous things with them, but I would always end up taking our conversation to the next level. The best way to put it is, I ALWAYS SEARCHED FOR “SOUL” OR ATTEMPTED TO BRING IT INTO EVERY CONVERSATION WE HAD. But I could still be a clown”