The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories
(...)
He
dragged himself closer and closer to me, until I felt the harsh
velvet of his head against my hand, then a tongue, abrasive as
sandpaper.
'He will lick the skin off me!'
And
each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all
the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of
shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my
shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur.
- Angela Carter
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