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The Altar of Venus: The Making of a Victorian RakeI needed no second invitation, and rising from my chair I accommodated myself on the soft rug. The bit of snow flesh above the top of her stocking was now so close to my eyes that the faint, blue tint of tiny vein which traversed the rounded curve of that immaculate limb was perceptible. She extended her hand, and I felt her finger- tips running through my hair, caressing my forehead, and temples. The intoxication of her nearness, the subtle perfume which emanated from her body, the exquisite intimacy, all contributed to embolden me. Reverently, but without hesitation, I doubled back a portion of the fur trimmed gown, exposing her leg from the knee half way up her thigh, and laid my lips upon cool flesh. It was as smooth in texture as the finest silk. The play of her hands over my hair and face continued, but otherwise she remained motionless under my caress. On the firm, smooth skin I pressed kiss after kiss. My hand itched to raise the brief fold of garment just a trifle higher but something counseled me to hold myself in check, and let her take the lead ...» |
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