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April 25, 2015
by Knox Bronson
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{daily pic} Roger Guetta ~ The Infidel’s Wife

Roger Guetta ~ The Infidel's Wife
Roger Guetta ~ The Infidel’s Wife

“You lie there,” he said softly, and he shut the door, so that it was dark, quite dark.

With a queer obedience, she lay down on the blanket. Then she felt the soft, groping, helplessly desirous hand touching her body, feeling for her face. The hand stroked her face softly, softly, with infinite soothing and assurance, and at last there was the soft touch of a kiss on her cheek.

She lay quite still, in a sort of sleep, in a sort of dream. Then she quivered as she felt his hand groping softly, yet with queer thwarted clumsiness, among her clothing. Yet the hand knew, too, how to unclothe her where it wanted. He drew down the thin silk sheath, slowly, carefully, right down and over her feet. Then with a quiver of exquisite pleasure he touched the warm soft body, and touched her navel for a moment in a kiss. And he had to come in to her at once, to enter the peace on earth of her soft, quiescent body. It was the moment of pure peace for him, the entry into the body of the woman.

She lay still, in a kind of sleep, always in a kind of sleep. The activity, the orgasm was his, all his; she could strive for herself no more. Even the tightness of his arms round her, even the intense movement of his body, and the springing of his seed in her, was a kind of sleep, from which she did not begin to rouse till he had finished and lay softly panting against her breast.

Then she wondered, just dimly wondered, why? Why was this necessary? Why had it lifted a great cloud from her and given her peace? Was it real?

Was it real?

Her tormented modern-woman’s brain still had no rest. Was it real? And she knew, if she gave herself to the man, it was real. But if she kept herself for herself it was nothing. She was old; millions of years old, she felt. And at last, she could bear the burden of herself no more. She was to be had for the taking. To be had for the taking.

The man lay in a mysterious stillness. What was he feeling? What was he thinking? She did not know. He was a strange man to her, she did not know him. She must only wait, for she did not dare to break his mysterious stillness. He lay there with his arms round her, his body on hers, his wet body touching hers, so close. And completely unknown. Yet not unpeaceful. His very stillness was peaceful.

She knew that, when at last he roused and drew away from her. It was like an abandonment. He drew her dress in the darkness down over her knees and stood a few moments, apparently adjusting his own clothing.

Then he quietly opened the door and went out.

From ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’, by DH Lawrence, first published in Florence, 1928

Happy Sunday.

Strunk by Die Antwoord

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April 26, 2015
by Knox Bronson
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Irene Oleksiuk ~ Accepting the Light

Irene Oleksiuk ~ Accepting the Light
Irene Oleksiuk ~ Accepting the Light
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April 26, 2015
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Barbara duBois ~ Niwaki

Barbara duBois ~ Niwaki
Barbara duBois ~ Niwaki
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April 26, 2015
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Knox Bronson ~ Sounds of the Massive

Knox Bronson ~ Sounds of the Massive
Knox Bronson ~ Sounds of the Massive
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April 25, 2015
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Mark Daniels ~ Stardust

Mark Daniels ~ Stardust
Mark Daniels ~ Stardust
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April 25, 2015
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Knox Bronson ~ Sun Cow

Knox Bronson ~ Sun Cow
Knox Bronson ~ Sun Cow
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April 25, 2015
by Knox Bronson
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Meri Walker ~ Weep Not For the Memory

Meri Walker ~ Weep Not For the Memory
Meri Walker ~ Weep Not For the Memory
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April 25, 2015
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Meri Walker ~ She Just Couldn’t Imagine Living With a Man Who Would Butter Her Bread

Meri Walker ~ She Just Couldn't Imagine Living With a Man Who Would Butter Her Bread
Meri Walker ~ She Just Couldn’t Imagine Living With a Man Who Would Butter Her Bread
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April 25, 2015
by Knox Bronson
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Aldo Pacheco ~ Rica y calatita

Aldo Pacheco ~ Rica y calatita
Aldo Pacheco ~ Rica y calatita
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April 25, 2015
by Knox Bronson
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Gianluca Ricoveri ~ Landscape 815

Gianluca Ricoveri ~ Landscape 815
Gianluca Ricoveri ~ Landscape 815
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