"Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations."
"The fire you rubbed left its brand on the most vulnerable, most vicious and tender point of my body. Now I have to pay for your rasping the red rash too strongly, too soon, as charred wood has to pay for burning. When I remain without your caresses, I lose all control of my nerves, nothing exists any more than the ecstasy of friction, the abiding effect of your sting, of your delicious poison."
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Source: Vladimir Nabokov (2012). “Ada or Ardor”, p.286, Penguin UK
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