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“She allowed herself to relax and enjoy the wave of applause breaking over them. Marta glanced at her mother, who had tears running down her face, but her smile was the happy one Marta hadn't seen in a long time. She no longer looked drawn and sad, but the pretty Mutti her Vati had adored. A hand brushed her head. But when she turned to look, no one stood close to that side of her. But she caught a whiff of a familiar scent, cigars- and-Vati smell, and knew in her heart her father had come to listen to her sing.”

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Book:Montana Sky Christmas
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“Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?” Thrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child’s toy? “I own a few of them.” “Then you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those dolls. I open one to find another beneath it. I took away your gown to find you are still as clothed as you were a moment ago and I wonder how many more layers I will have to work through to get down to you—the doll I’m searching for.”

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Book:The Duke and the Virgin
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“By Jove, it's great! Walk along the streets on some spring morning. The little women, daintily tripping along, seem to blossom out like flowers. What a delightful, charming sight! The dainty perfume of violet is everywhere. The city is gay, and everybody notices the women. By Jove, how tempting they are in their light, thin dresses, which occasionally give one a glimpse of the delicate pink flesh beneath! "One saunters along, head up, mind alert, and eyes open. I tell you it's great! You see her in the distance, while still a block away; you already know that she is going to please you at closer quarters. You can recognize her by the flower on her hat, the toss of her head, or her gait. She approaches, and you say to yourself: 'Look out, here she is!' You come closer to her and you devour her with your eyes. "Is it a young girl running errands for some store, a young woman returning from church, or hastening to see her lover? What do you care? Her well-rounded bosom shows through the thin waist. Oh, if you could only take her in your arms and fondle and kiss her! Her glance may be timid or bold, her hair light or dark. What difference does it make? She brushes against you, and a cold shiver runs down your spine. Ah, how you wish for her all day! How many of these dear creatures have I met this way, and how wildly in love I would have been had I known them more intimately. "Have you ever noticed that the ones we would love the most distractedly are those whom we never meet to know? Curious, isn't it? From time to time we barely catch a glimpse of some woman, the mere sight of whom thrills our senses. But it goes no further. When I think of all the adorable creatures that I have elbowed in the streets of Paris, I fairly rave. Who are they! Where are they? Where can I find them again? There is a proverb which says that happiness often passes our way; I am sure that I have often passed alongside the one who could have caught me like a linnet in the snare of her fresh beauty.”

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Book:Selected Short Stories
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“বিজনের রক্তমাংস’ তো ‘পরিচয়’ পত্রিকা ফেরত পাঠিয়েছিল। এগুলোই আমায় পার্টি থেকে সরিয়ে দিয়েছে। আসলে তখন আমি ভেবে দেখলাম – এভাবে হবে না। কারণ, এর আগে আমি যত কমিটেড লেখা লিখেছি সেগুলো কিন্তু যথারীতি গুরুত্ব দিয়েই ছাপা হয়েছিল। দীপেন নিজের হাতে ‘বিজনের রক্তমাংস’ ফেরত দিয়ে যায়। যদিও পরে এ ঘটনাটা নিয়ে দেবেশ রায় আমাকে বলেছিল, ‘তুমি কি করে ভাবলে দীপেন ওই লেখা ফেরত দিল?’ পরে আমি ভেবে দেখেছি, দেবেশই ঠিক বলেছিল। কারণ তখন তো সম্পাদক ছিলেন সত্য গুপ্ত, যিনি পরবর্তীকালে এমএল পার্টিতে যোগ দেন। দীপেন সত্যবাবুর বাতিল করে দেওয়া লেখাটা কেবলমাত্র আমার হাতে তুলে দিতে এসেছিল। পরবর্তীকালে ‘বিজনের রক্তমাংস’ যখন ছাপা হয় তখন দীপেন ভূয়সী প্রশংসা করেছিল। ওই সময়েই তো ‘অশ্বমেধের ঘোড়া’ ছাপা হল। আউট-স্ট্যান্ডিং স্টোরি! ওইরকম গল্প হয়তো আর লেখা হবে না। হয়ওনি।”

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Book:সন্দীপন চট্টোপাধ্যায়ের ডায়েরি
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“Ást mín á Arnóri hefur engan stað til að fara á núna. Stundum vildi ég að ég gæti fangað hana, lokað hana inni, en þá veit ég að ég myndi ég sakna hennar. Núna streymir hún bara frá mér í allar áttir hvenær sem er – kemur stundum út í tárum, stundum í brosi. Ég vildi að Arnór gæti séð mig núna. Ég held hann yrði stoltur. Hann sá eitthvað í mér sem enginn annar sá. Eitthvað sem fékk hann til að brosa í hvert skipti sem hann sá mig. Og ég bíð stundum eftir því að sjá hann birtast í dyragættinni heima hjá mér, eða úti einhvers staðar, á bar eða eitthvað, og brosa þessu breiða brosi sínu. Ég sver það er það fallegasta sem ég hef séð.”

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Book:Sara og Dagný og ég
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“Have you ever done something so far out of your normal behavior that it was freeing?” She wouldn’t plead, but she wasn’t above a little coercion. She whispered into his ear and gave the lobe a quick nibble. “I mean. We’re stuck here together. I like you a lot and have talked to you more than anyone else in a long time. If this was a date I’d be thinking of letting you into my apartment for a nightcap or whatever it is people call it now. Want to throw morals and all that out the window for a little bit?”

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Author:Lea Barrymire
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“Then she is on me. Her soft, hot body collapses onto my own ravenous frame. She pushes my legs open with her knees and pulls my arms above my head with her hands, holding me a willing hostage. For one long moment we are eye to eye. Her breasts press down into my nipples, goading them but offering no release, and then her lips come crashing down on mine. She kisses me as though she already owns me; exploring my mouth with her tongue, dragging it aggressively from one side of my lips to the other.”

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Book:Customer Service
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“Here’s to a tasty lunch,” she says, winking at me. It’s the strangest thing, but I actually feel my body respond to her. Beneath their lace prison, my nipples harden and send a jolt of arousal across my midriff and down to my thighs. I take a long sip of champagne and eye Rachel hungrily. I can’t be sure if it’s the alcohol or the company but I already feel giddy.”

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Book:Customer Service
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“You will get exactly what you deserve Polly,” comes the firm reply, “you can trust me on that… But if you do – trust me I mean – I promise you an unparalleled climax.” She pauses, gazing deep into my frightened green eyes. “It’s your call Polly, all yours.” I allow my aching body to decide for me . “Punish me please, mistress,” I say in a very small voice.”

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“So the question is, what can I do to motivate you, Polly?” She eyes me salaciously and I drop my gaze, unable to return the intensity. Gently, she uses one finger to lift my chin and make my eyes meet her own. They are a vivid blue and alive with desire for me. The air around us is charged and the tension is palpable. My soaking pussy is a testament to how much I already want her… “Well?” she asks, breaking my train of thought. I gaze at her face; just a few inches from mine. “I – I’ve never done this before…” “Done what Polly?” Rachel chides, removing her finger. I miss the contact immediately and am rueful to have upset her. She raises one eyebrow at me. “Thought about what motivates you?” she asks, sardonically. “I’ve never been like this… with a woman, I mean…” She rises from the sofa in one fluid movement and stands above me. “Kneel Polly.” Surprised by the order, I blink at her before I respond. “Excuse me?” Rachel smiles at me. “Get. On. Your. Knees,” she says, articulating each word, and pointing to the floor in front of her. “I am going to find a way to motivate you.”

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Book:Customer Service
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“Thank you father, thank you. I know you watched me from above and protected me. I promise I shall serve the Magnarian Confederation with all my body and soul. I shall dedicate myself fully to our confederation, the family that you so loved. And I love it too. I shall protect, love and respect it always. This is my promise and commitment. Thank you”

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Book:War Between Two Powerful Nations
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“اما وادی دیگری هست که همیشه می توانیم احساست صادقانه را در آن تجربه کنیم- محضر دوست. آن جا که خودپسندی های حقیرمان را دور می ریزیم و صمیمیت و تفاهم را حس می کنیم؛ همان جا که خودخواهی های حقیرغیرممکنند و شراب و کتاب و و کلام معنای دیگری به زندگی ما می دهند. به این ترتیب چیزی ساخته ایم که هیچ دروغی به آن راه ندارد. آن جا در آرامش کاملیم.”

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Book:Address Unknown
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