No, no, don't let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be — Rachilde, Monsieur Venus: A Materialist Novel
No, no, don't let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be — Rachilde, Monsieur Venus: A Materialist Novel
No, no, don't let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be — Rachilde, Monsieur Venus: A Materialist Novel
No, no, don't let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be — Rachilde, Monsieur Venus: A Materialist Novel
No, no, don't let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be — Rachilde, Monsieur Venus: A Materialist Novel
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No, no, don't let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be what others have been, an instrument that I can break before becoming the echoes of its vibration.

— Rachilde, Monsieur Venus: A Materialist Novel
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