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He . . . opened her thighs like a bible.

— Alexander Trocchi Helen and Desire (1954)

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She stood stark naked, as palely and supremely beautiful as a lily, her small silky mound like a soft paintbrush, wettened with ink.

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The garter belt was torn, and it hung like a pretty kerchief on the gleaming flesh of my belly. The stockings were badly laddered, like those of a chorus girl in a cheap vaudeville.

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I opened my thighs like a book.

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She ignored the ebullient purpose of her loins, the feverish volcano which, set like a second and less modest mouth at the junction of her sweltering thighs, rubbed itself voluptuously like a cat against my thigh.

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