“Among my greatest loves is the act of being pinned and invaded – not by one, or two or three, but by many, one after the other. What it is to lose yourself among many, so that your identity exists… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“How dull would it be to consume my meat with only one variety of sauce? My body and spirit would whither, being fed on… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“He stabbed into her, driving deeply, repeatedly, iron-hard and demanding. She welcomed the piercing pleasure of his urgency, opening her legs wider, pushing her skirts away and wrapping her legs about him. His thrusts pushed her roughly against the table, but she rose to meet each one, clinging to him at the hip, grinding her own need to match his.… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share
“If I am capable of loving you Lord MacCaulay, of devoting myself to you, it will never be under the terms to which other women submit, for I am battle-born – a female warrior sworn to defy the bonds which enslave those of my sex. I will not, purely to follow common ideas of decency and femininity, give up my… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share
“We are each the author of our own story. No matter the past, we compose today’s pages. The trick is in deciding what you… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“In various states of undress, those about her joined in her fondling, lowering their mouths not only to her nipples but to her arms… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“Forsaking all other thoughts, he rutted into her, in a fashion more animal than human. His eruption he held fast within, so that she… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“She remained in this attitude, clearly inviting him to touch her. Taking a position of advantage, he rested his right hand on her buttock.… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“On many nights I have availed myself of these very gentlemen, in the adjoining room. Each time, I wondered if you might arrive and… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“Among my greatest loves is the act of being pinned and invaded – not by one, or two or three, but by many, one… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“There is enough conformity in the world Lord MacCaulay. I doubt that mine, or lack of it, will send the planet from its axis.… — Emmanuelle de Maupassant Copy Share Image
