The first sentence describes your sex life. Post your sentence and book ;)
[spoiler][quote]The scuffle behind her picked up as Lizzy moved the short distance to the rifle. -The Glory Field[/quote]
...not really sure about this one. Second half was a bit disturbing though.[/spoiler]
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Different structures of cyclic organic compounds, organic structures of nucleotides in DNA and RNA - Organic Chemistry book
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"names and numbers yellow pages" From names and numbers yellow pages phone book.
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"Shut up ya damn fool!" Lol, that's actually pretty funny The book was [i]The Red Badge Of Courage[/i]
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[quote]Everything save that little disk above was profoundly dark, and when I looked up again Weena had disappeared[/quote]- The Time Machine by H.G. Wells.
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My picture books dont have 45 pages or words D:
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Jonathan joe had a mouth like an O, lol one of my little sisters books was right next to me
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There is nothing more absurd, as I view it, than that conventional association of the homely and the wholesome which seems to pervade the psychology of the multitude. -Lovecraft
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In elemental form, phosphorus is pretty nasty stuff, particularly the White phosphorus allotrope, discovered in 1669 in Hamburg and responsible in 1943 for helping burn a city to the ground in one of the great firestorms of WW2 (magnesium incendiary bombs leveled the buildings; white phosphorus burned the people driven outside).
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[quote]"GODDAMMIT RICO ITS GONNA BLOW! GET TO COVER NOW." Laverne yelled, "NEVER! IF ITS GOING DOWN IM GOING DOWN WITH IT." Rico exclaimed[/quote]
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Louie had missed the world record by 1.9 seconds. -Unbroken
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fall to the floor. He stands back and gazes at me. I'm in the pale blue lacy perfect-fit bra. Thank heavens. "Oh, Ana," he breathes. "You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it." I flush. Oh my... Why did he say he couldn't make loveI will do anything he wants. He grasps my hair tie, pulls it free, and gasps as my hair cascades down around my shoulders. "I like brunettes," he murmurs, and both of his hands are in my hair, grasping each side of my head. His kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my tongue tentatively meets his. He puts his arms around me and hauls me against his body, squeezing me tightly. One hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to my waist and down to my behind. His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently. He holds me against his hips, and I feel his erection, which he languidly pushes into me. I moan once more into his mouth. I can hardly contain the riotous feelings or is it hormones that rampage through my body. I want him so badly. Gripping his upper arms, I feel his biceps, he's surprisingly strong... muscular. Tentatively, I move my hands up to his face and into his hair. Holy Moses. It's so soft, unruly. I tug gently, and he groans. He eases me toward the bed, until I feel it behind my knees. I think he's going to push me down on to it, but he doesn't. Releasing me, he suddenly drops to his knees. He grabs my hips with both his hands and runs his tongue around my navel, then gently nips his way to my hipbone, then across my belly to my other hipbone. "Ah," I groan. Seeing him on his knees in front of me, feeling his mouth on me, it's so unexpected,, and hot. My hands stay in his hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too-loud breathing. He gazes up at me through impossibly long lashes, his eyes a scorching smoky gray. His hands reach up and undo the button on my jeans, and he leisurely pulls down the zipper. Without taking his eyes off mine, his hands move beneath the waistband, skimming me and moving to my behind. His hands glide slowly down my backside to my thighs, removing my jeans as they go. I cannot look away. He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact. He leans forward, running his nose up the apex between my thighs. I feel him. There. "You smell so good," he murmurs and closes his eyes, a look of pure pleasure on his face, and I practically convulse. He reaches up and tugs the duvet off the bed, then pushes me gently so I fall on to the mattress. Still kneeling, he grasps my foot and undoes my Converse, pulling off my shoe and sock. I raise myself up on my elbows to see what he's doing. I'm panting... wanting. He lifts my foot by the heel and runs his thumbnail up my instep. It's almost painful, but I feel the movement echoed in my groin. I gasp. Not taking his eyes off mine, again he runs his tongue along my instep and then his teeth. Shit. I groan... how can I feel this, there. I fall back on to the bed, moaning. I hear his soft chuckle. "Oh, Ana, what I could do to you," he whispers. He removes my other shoe and sock, then stands and removes my jeans. I'm lying on his bed dressed only in my bra and panties, and he's staring down at me. "You're very beautiful, Anastasia Steele. I can't wait to be inside you." Holy shit. His words. He's so seductive. He takes my breath away. "Show me how you pleasure yourself." What I frown. "Don't be coy, Ana, show me," he whispers. I shake my head. "I don't know what you mean." My voice is hoarse. I hardly recognize it, laced with desire. "How do you make yourself comeI want to see." I shake my head. "I don't," I mumble. He raises his eyebrows, astonished for a moment, and his eyes darken, and he shakes his head in disbelief. "Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." His voice is soft, challenging, a delicious sensual threat. He undoes the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulls his jeans down, his eyes on mine the whole time. He leans down over me and, grasping each of my ankles, quickly
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Wow this is oddly accurate "Gothic romance, though such mockery certainly looms large."
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"She's held out for twenty years, for her husband to return" The blood of Olympus. The first half... Wow.
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It is the start of a new chapter: Title of Chapter: The lake peigneur disaster First sentence: Flashback to Thursday, November 21, 1980. Sounds kinky
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Im questioning why 45... why not 69 or 34 for the related topic? Dafuq does 45 have to do with anything sex related? ;~; I cri evry tiem...
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It's my grandmothers book... Fifty shades darker by EL James face. What a difference a day can make. How am I ever going to sleep? José Gonzalez starts to sing a soothing melody with a hypnotic guitar riff, and I drift slowly into sleep, marvelling how the world has righted itself in one evening and wondering idly if I should make a playlist for Christian.
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Edited by Pasta Sauce: 3/7/2015 2:43:48 PMSteven felt a cold pain, like a Thousand Icy Needles plunging into his body at once.- The Zodiac Legacy. [spoiler]( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/spoiler]
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"It was much wider from the ford to the mountains than ever you would have guessed. " The Hobbit
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excited-- slimy and glistening behind those ruined eyelids.
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Skyrockets. Lmao [spoiler]from tom wolfes the electric kool-aid acid test[/spoiler]
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Edited by Pewbuscuss: 3/7/2015 9:59:17 PMI ended up talking to and playing with Lexie at recess. Because of mr terrupt.
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What if the book doesn't have 45 pages
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"Support should be adequate"
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[quote]Likes his cans.[/quote]
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Edited by chaz_20011025: 3/7/2015 4:57:14 PMThe land between the Hudson and Delaware rivers had been settled by the Dutch and Swedish colonists and belonged to new Netherland. America land I love
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[quote]It was a disguise; it was the refuge of a man afraid to own his own feelings, who could not say, This is what I like - this is what I am; and rather pitiable and distasteful to William Bankes and Lily Briscoe, who wondered why such concealments should be necessary; why he needed always praise; why so brave a man in thought should be so timid in life; how strangely he was venerable and laughable at one and the same time. - Virginia Woolf, [i]To The Lighthouse[/i][/quote]