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"She was nearly as wide riding when he came up and flung his
naked arm round her soft, naked-wet middle. She gave a shriek and straightened herself,
and the heap of her soft, chill flesh came up against his body.
He pressed it all up against him, madly, the heap of soft, chilled,
female flesh that became quickly warm as flame, in contact.
The rain steamed on them till the smoked. He gathered her lovely,
heavy posteriors one in each hand and pressed them in towards him in a frenzy,
quivering motionless in the rain. Then suddenly he tipped her up and fell with her on the path,
in the roaring silence of the rain, short and sharp, he took her, short and sharp and finished like an animal."
Lady Chattlerley's Lover, D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
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