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Insistent Caresses

Lying on her belly, she surrendered herself to the masseur’s expert hands. His fingers kneaded her temples artfully, applying a fluid pressure which was by turn firm then gentle… She half-opened her eyes, seeking in the mirror the reflection of this artful magician, who was now abandoning her temples so as to massage the tense crown of her head… Unbeknown to him, she watched him, lost in the pleasure that his insistent caresses were giving her. He had a faraway, dreamy look, even as his hand was shifting agilely towards the nape of her neck, espousing its curve with his firm palm. She closed her eyes once more, holding back a sigh of pleasure… Imagining that the masseur, who had now reached her shoulders, and before long the small of her back, would dare to prolong this massage, giving an even greater erotic tinge to it… After all, they were alone. He could glide his hands beneath her chest, cup her breasts, press them, then release the pressure so as to sweep down towards her belly, which he would knead with slight touches, before adventuring further towards the tender depths of her quivering body… She opened her eyelids, meeting his stare reflected in the mirror. He was smiling charmingly, just like he was reading her mind…

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Adventuring further towards the tender depths of her body

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Body Recall

Her eyes came to rest on a little black dress, which was on display in the shop-window, and which seemed to call her, like a siren whispering a love song to sailors adrift in the mist. She went into the boutique and picked up the dress. Its fabric was soft, heavy, almost sensual. She headed towards the changing cubicles. Then undressed hastily. Pausing before her reflexion in the mirror… taking herself in, just as a painter pencils around a model with his eyes, before laying her down on his canvas. That beauty spot on her left breast used to make A. crazy with desire. He would run his tongue around it, setting off spasms inside her… And her belly… J. could spend hours caressing it, describing it like an unknown plain where he loved to wander blindly… As for V., he adored her hips, and would grip onto them, as he plunged with her into the seventh circle of sensual paradise… X. would have sold his soul to be able to devour endlessly the satiny tops of her thighs… As best she could, she chased away these memories, which were troubling her more than she had expected. Then slipped on the little black dress, which perfectly espoused her body. She turned round and looked at the vertiginous opening that plunged down into the small of her back. M., her present love, was going to die for it.

Claire barré for Nina Ricci.

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That beauty spot on her left breast used to make A. crazy with desire

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Burning Wood

Around the sauna cabin a mountainous landscape stretched away. The lake was reflecting the blue, totally cloudless sky. As she went inside, her skin seemed to crackle, attacked by the stifling heat of the place. She sat down, filling her lungs with that air which was so dense and burning that it was almost unbreathable. Drops rolled down her spine, pearling into the hollows of her arms and thighs. She felt languidly hazy… As the arid steam darkened her senses, she abandoned her sleepy body to the caresses of that incandescent air. The door creaked. A cool draught invaded the space. She opened her eyes. Discovering a tall, well-built man, a towel knotted around his hips, who now sat down in front of her, without a look. Mouth half-open, he closed his eyelids and laid his head against the wooden panel, which was exhaling a scent of liquid resin. This intrusion disturbed her… She wondered if she should go. He opened his eyes, seemingly discovering her presence. His stare played daringly over her half-naked body. He smiled. While the air scalded her lungs, she caught herself imagining slowly letting slip the little towel, which barely concealed her curves. He would stand, come over to her, seize her. She would wind her legs around his hips, while he thrust her against that burning wood. She left the cabin, plunging her seething flesh in the cold waters of the lake.

Claire barré for Nina Ricci.

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His stare played daringly over her half-naked body. He smiled.

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Sensual Nirvana

She straightened her back. Breathing in deeply. Trying to adopt the posture the yoga teacher was showing them. It was the first time she’d seen him. His fine, graceful body was astonishingly supple… and his stare, which mingled gentleness and piercing intensity, shook her. She was having problems staying focused… then caught herself imagining that this yoga lesson had been transformed into a sacred Kama Sutra course just for her. With him, for him, she’d be able to awaken her inner goddess, open her chakras rhythmically, and so reach sensual Nirvana… As he began to intone a vibrantly sonorous Om, her mind projected her into a sheltered universe, outside time. He was there in front of a waterfall, in the Tree position, his eyes closed. She was removing her clothes, letting the sun kiss her skin, plucking a lotus flower to run across her chest so as to perfume it. She went over to him, mingling her voice with that of her master. Their breathing harmonised, their bodies sought each other out. Every inch of her flesh seemed to be enlivened by this alliance of sexuality and spirituality… But the lesson was already over…

Claire barré for Nina Ricci.

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For him, she’d be able to awaken her inner goddess, and reach sensual Nirvana

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