Jacqueline Carey Quote
He was a young man, Gunter Arnlaugson, and tireless after their fashion. There was no shame among the Skaldi, and I could feel his eagerness when he brushed up behind me, his considerable phallus erect and straining at the front of his trews. It would be some time before he wearied of this. To my dismay, I felt the answering moisture begin between my own legs. I would have wept again, but my eyes, at least, were dry. I concentrated instead on the murmurs. He would be a fool not to give her up, I heard. Even Waldemar Selig has nothing like that. A gift fit for princes, I went obediently toward my own personal hell.
Jacqueline Carey
He was a young man, Gunter Arnlaugson, and tireless after their fashion. There was no shame among the Skaldi, and I could feel his eagerness when he brushed up behind me, his considerable phallus erect and straining at the front of his trews. It would be some time before he wearied of this. To my dismay, I felt the answering moisture begin between my own legs. I would have wept again, but my eyes, at least, were dry. I concentrated instead on the murmurs. He would be a fool not to give her up, I heard. Even Waldemar Selig has nothing like that. A gift fit for princes, I went obediently toward my own personal hell.
Related Quotes
Young women today feel vulnerable to judgment; if a harsh sentence is passed (or even suspected or projected), it is not her reputation that suffers so much as the stability of her moral universe. The...
Naomi Wolf
Tags:
beauty, equality, society, self esteem, culture, aging, feminism, sexuality, images, body image