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The higher the degree, the lower affection.

If there is in human life some undeniable benefit that on tenderness could not be compared with any other, is inexplicable, indefinable tenderness of one human soul to another.

I must be going crazy, if let him those soft, which usually means a husband, but only in the hands of this man, my Comte de Bussy, I feel like in the hands of the Prince of peace of all, his kisses, the tongues of fire of hell.

He gave his love to others - he maternal affection since childhood was deprived.

But the wounds that cause women pleasant, believe me, is almost as enjoyable as petting.

- Virginia, don't you think you're starved for love and affection, but set yourself up for failure?
- I'm quite pleased with myself...

From the weasel people have very different eyes.

From the welcoming words, the language does not wither.

A kind word forest clubs.

Dan loved chernyavenky.
And the rest, too.
And blonde - very much.
Dan loved all women, especially those whose thighs reminded him of universal happiness for men. Those whose dimples on the back became a little deeper, if a little pressure on the buttocks, and drove me crazy. Those whose delicate skin seemed to light a sheet of cool myrasysla silk. And when his calloused fingers gently touched her slightly scratching - Dan knew for certain was that women went crazy.

In her caresses was something, which reminded him of the girls he had in the army. There was something desperate in her need to be desired and satisfied, and it knocked him off.

People also behave badly when there is no one to cuddle.

...our people as can be, and the whole Russian people, ready to forget the whole wheat flour for one kind word.

Sweet words to people around me
create a marvelous floral wreath.