naked

After getting dressed at warp speed, I actually managed to drive all the way to high school before I realized I'd forgotten my morning coffee. Mystery, intrigue, and naked dreams aside, that didn't bode well for my chances at making it through the morning without killing myself. Or someone else.

Soon it would be his turn. Kaine wondered how he would meet Death. His ship was a mess, in every sense of the word. Systems were in disarray, damaged equipment malfunctioning, and control panels shattered by blaster-fire littered the decks. In the fighting, severe hull damage had caused parts of the ship to be sealed off. Dead bodies _ or raw red chunks of them _ lay everywhere. The corridors were dark where the lights had failed. His footsteps echoed eerily as he ran down them. He__ been on the run for what felt like days. He felt naked, his tattered, sweat-drenched tunic clinging to his body, especially under his breastplate. Fatigue had caused him to discard his body amour. It was of no realistic use anyway, and just made him hotter and sweatier, made stealthy movement more difficult _ and weighed him down.

The thought of killing myself had slowed me down to five miles per hour. The thought of killing someone else stopped me completely.

It is you who must someday break through the protective polish of who you are, to become naked and powerful to who you can truly be.

I enjoy writing alone, naked and unbothered.

Life is so full of rough edges - small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you're naked and alone.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls.""It's not a fashion accessory.

By looking Emma Watson smile pictures you just see different smiles which you even don't realise. One picture with fake smile, trying something but unfortunately it fails. Another, looks like she is saying "Off, off okay... let's make it. But this will be the last you promise??... will ya?"Other moment look really like me, other she look like something she has planned and waiting you to get there and to get trapped... How much far to go, I just see something as horrible picture a celebrity with available pictures - naked. That's horrible!...Call it this or this, I don't really give a shit for this peace... - (The stages in Philosophy and Psychology)

I have a gift for you."She cocked a brow. "Is that right?""Yes. It'll require us to get naked."She looped her arm in his as they headed to the bedroom. "Is this gift something I've seen before?""Well ... maybe. But this gift can always be used in new and unique ways."She tilted her head back and laughed. "Best. Gift. Ever.

There__ a much different message received, when the signs written in the flesh were not in your hand writing.

True love has taught me that there is a difference between a woman getting naked for you and one revealing herself to you.

What I discovered this freak me out. That the people will check out a book with naked woman, but won't check out a book without this WHY??What are the differences?

I love being aroused.I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It__ like I__ being made new.

It was the impatience of the way he tore my panties from my body, that really turned me on: I was all he could think of, as his lust got the better of him. The way they looked so small, and cruelly forgotten, was a beautiful symbol of how much we both needed to satisfy our lusts.

To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.

It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.

I was naked under his gaze. Skin was just that: skin. But to see your soul stripped, laid bare for the eyes of someone you barely knew-that was terrifying.

Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.