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“She tucked the stiff envelope into her pocket and it pressed against her leg all day, reminding her that she had been written to,…

— Rosie Alison

“She had a habit of walking around in white cotton panties and writing poetry on the back of crumpled envelopes.”

— Michael Faudet

“He lay back on the blanket, pulling her with him. Every few minutes, one of them would lose an article of clothing, until there…

— Cindi Madsen

“The housekeeper had been there that afternoon. I could always tell because the sheets on the bed would be tucked in so tight, trying…

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

“She almost never left her bedroom, and when she did she was nude or wearing a silk tunic with nothing underneath, which made her…

— Gabriel García Márquez

“My, my,” she said, as he hauled her up against him, feet dangling off the floor, and held her there as he walked her…

— Donna Kauffman

“He sat on a kitchen chair and lifted her onto his lap so her legs straddled his, and then he slipped his hands under…

— Barbara Elsborg

“There was only one thing that did, as far as I remember. That was underwear. Everybody in that house always had new or almost-new…

— Shirley Ann Grau

“Her phone beeps and she pulls it out again. She frowns. I give her a side-eye. “Everything all right?” She scrolls through her email.…

— Ashley Poston

“looked up, a frown on his face. “That was a necessity. Our wardrobe needed defending from all the girls hiding in it.” Allie struggled…

— A.W. Exley

“I left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that her body's print might rest still warm beside…

— Pierre Louÿs

“She bought all new underwear. She had a horror of being found dead with mended or, worse, unmended underclothes.”

— John Steinbeck