ellauri035.html on line 132: Curved falls of her hair down on her white cheeks;
ellauri035.html on line 198: That tap against cheeks of small magnolia leaves,
ellauri035.html on line 216: Of white cheeks in the dark; smiles from light thoughts within,
ellauri053.html on line 969: While Father was entirely absorbed in his educational experiment at Santiniketan, Mother fell ill and she had to be taken to Calcutta for treatment. Before the doctors gave up hope Mother had come to realize that she would not recover. The last time when I went to her bedside she could not speak but on seeing me, tears silently rolled down her cheeks.
ellauri083.html on line 520: ...of course the novel is stupendous. It's also filled with joy. Moments in the book had me laughing so hard my cheeks hurt as I sat on the lumpy futon in that studio.
ellauri100.html on line 732: With tingling cheeks and finger tips.
ellauri132.html on line 495: tears ran down her cheeks kyynelet juoxivat alas hiänen poskia
ellauri132.html on line 585: her cheeks turned pink hiänen posket kääntyi vaaleenpunaisixi
ellauri146.html on line 771: That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine. Ezen kyynelet poltti mun poskia ja sen sydän liikutti mun sydäntä,
ellauri150.html on line 563: The two gazed at each other. We know what Esther presented—a beautiful woman, a happy mother, a contented wife. On the other side, it was very plain that fortune had not dealt so gently with her former rival. The tall figure remained with some of its grace; but an evil life had tainted the whole person. The face was coarse; the large eyes were red and pursed beneath the lower lids; there was no color in her cheeks, no makeup. The lips were cynical and hard, and general neglect was leading rapidly to premature old age. Her attire was ill chosen and draggled. The mud of the road clung to her sandals. Iras broke the painful silence.

ellauri160.html on line 70: And I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade. I grow older.
ellauri241.html on line 710: Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright: Heidän poskensa olivat punaiset, ja kirkkaat silmät tupla kirkkaat:
ellauri241.html on line 1025: And her motherly "cheeks".
ellauri241.html on line 1071: Blush-tinted cheeks, half smiles, and faintest sighs.

ellauri270.html on line 280: Kissd them baith cheeks and chin:
ellauri285.html on line 74: To accommodate our flawed design, we are taught from birth to use wads of paper, magazine pages, dried corncobs and even stones, to wipe our filthy behinds. And this we must do! If we did not wipe, we would reek of dung from the cake of dingleberries between our cheeks and our pants, skirts, caftans and burkas, would be fouled with nicotine stains and clouds of flies would follow us down the street like goslings.
ellauri302.html on line 218: Hindel: He's right. A mother should guard her daughter well... Whatever you were, you were, but once you marry and have a child, watch over it... Just wait. If God should bless us with children, I'll know how to bring them up. My daughter will be as pure as a saint, with cheeks as red as beets... I won't let an eye gaze upon her. And she'll marry a respectable fellow, with an orthodox wedding...
ellauri302.html on line 222: Basha, a stout girl, with red cheeks. Naive in manner; she speaks with a harsh accent.
ellauri322.html on line 299: The grave has closed over a cdear friend, the friend of my youth (Fanny Blood). Still she is present with me, and I hear her soft voice warbling as I stray over the heath. Fate has separated me from another, the fire of whose eyes, tempered by infantine tenderness, still warms my breast (Mr. Imlay); even when gazing on these tremendous cliffs sublime emotions absorb my soul. And, smile not, if I add that the rosy tint of morning reminds me of a suffusion which will never more charm my senses, unless it reappears on the cheeks of my child. Her sweet blushes etc etc.
ellauri323.html on line 119: Zuleika was not strictly beautiful. Her eyes were a trifle large, and their lashes longer than they need have been. An anarchy of small curls was her chevelure, a dark upland of misrule, every hair asserting its rights over a not discreditable brow. For the rest, her features were not at all original. They seemed to have been derived rather from a gallimaufry of familiar models. From Madame la Marquise de Saint-Ouen came the shapely tilt of the nose. The mouth was a mere replica of Cupid’s bow, lacquered scarlet and strung with the littlest pearls. No apple-tree, no wall of peaches, had not been robbed, nor any Tyrian rose-garden, for the glory of Miss Dobson’s cheeks. Her neck was imitation-marble. Her hands and feet were of very mean proportions. She had no waist to speak of.
xxx/ellauri176.html on line 99: As with any industry, porn has its own specific lingo. But instead of sales stats, porn abbreviations describe males and twats. With the Adult Entertainment Expo in Vegas this week, our office has been buzzing with words that would normally taboo in the workplace. Some elicit giggles, others blank stares and still others furrowed eyebrows, flushed cheeks and the occasional fainting. Rather than calling The evil HR director to deal with the questionable vocab, which would probably just get us all scratched, we dove head first into oral, vaginal and anal research like Freud, Marx and Jung.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 432: “Ain't you that Hemmen-way?” Papa looked up at a man standing above the able. The light hung behind his head so his face was dark but Papa could see his slight jaw and bony cheeks.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 546: At the height of the baroque, sex went out of style; only two small parties kept it going-the integrationalists and the separatists. The separatists, averse to all debauchery, felt that it was improper to eat sauerkraut with the same mouth one used to kiss one´s sweetheart. For this a separate, "platonic" mouth was needed, and better yet, a complete set of them, variously designated (for relatives, for friends, and for that special person). The valuing utility above all else, worked in reverse, combining whatever was combinable to simplify the organism and life. The decline of the baroque, typically tending to the extravagant and the grotesque, produced such curious forms as the stoolmaid and the hexus, which resembled a centaur, except that instead of hoofs it had four bare feet with the toes all facing one another: they also called it a syncopant, after a dance in which energetic stamping was the basic step. But the market now was glutted, exhausted. It was hard to come up with a startling new body; people used their natural horns for ear flaps; flap ears-diaphanous and with stigmatic scenes-fanned with their pale pinkness the cheeks of ladies of distinction; there were attempts to walk on supple pseudopodia; meanwhile SOPSYPLABD out of sheer inertia made more and more designs available, though everyone felt that all of this was drawing to a close.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 514: stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her **** seison sen takana, muna persvaossa,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 661: But cheeks and lips and eyelids kisses her,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1372: Mourn me and bury, and tears on daughters’ cheeks
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