The dress was thick silk and moved like water as she pulled it free and held it against her.
Made of material softer than silk, the black dress she wore pooled at the top of her feet.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, and she lingered in the afterglow, lost in the heat and silk of his skin.
The room was utterly feminine, from the pale colors to the silk and lace accents and carved furniture.
Nothing made sense to her numbed mind, aside from the fragrant ocean, the fine sand that slid through her fingers like silk, and the warm-cool sensations caused by a combination of afternoon sun and sea breeze.
Ensconced lights glowed in the midday, and antique furniture, rare paintings, elegant marble sculptures befitting a museum, silk Persian rugs underfoot, and many other priceless displays of prestige lined the wide hall.
The bed was the largest she'd ever seen, with a finely spun silk bedspread of pale yellow.
They stood in front of an airy, light tent resembling a silk sheet suspended in midair over a table.
There were no traditional decorations such as pictures or mirrors on the walls, but colorful cords and streams of what might have been silk edging the corners and dangling from high ceilings.
She wore white slacks, an emerald-green silk blouse and high-heeled shoes.
She wore silk pajamas and a woolen sweater.
She had long blonde hair like spun silk, a perfectly proportioned figure and blue-green eyes that made you feel you were looking into the sea.
He wore black jeans, a dark gray Versace silk sport shirt with the cuffs rolled up, and a pair of A. Testoni loafers.
His gray suit looked expensive and the silk tie added a touch of elegance.
His high-water trousers exposed black silk socks with little ladders up the sides, held in place with garters, something Dean hadn't seen in decades.
Small talk progressed to let's-go-someplace-else and before Dean knew it, he was between Ethel Rosewater's white silk sheets.
The dead woman's pale skin and hair starkly contrasted with Jonny's black silk sheets and duvet.
The man speaking wore the signs of wealth: gold chains, silk sashes, and well-made weapons.
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
The stranger placed silk-lined gloves on the ground and removed her cloak.
It was sensual, dark and cool: black walls and obsidian wood flooring covered by jewel-toned rugs, mahogany California King bed with the finest maroon silk sheets and a dark gray comforter so soft, it was like sleeping in a cloud.
The city has extensive manufactures of heavy machinery, electric supplies, brass and copper products and silk goods.
Gold and silk embroidery, filigree work, morocco and richly-braided jackets are produced for home use and for sale in Bosnia, Macedonia and Montenegro.
"My gown isn't silk," she said, smiling.
When you open the box the rustles will escape, whether you are wearing a silk dress or not, said the man, seriously.
The merchant put the gold in a bag of purple silk which he tied to his belt underneath his long cloak.
No doubt the bird had mistaken the purple silk for something good to eat.
You ransack your budget of historic facts much as you would hunt for a bit of silk in a rag-bag.
Teacher too has a silk dress.
Up comes the cotton, down goes the woven cloth; up comes the silk, down goes the woollen; up come the books, but down goes the wit that writes them.
He was dressed in a dark-green dress coat, knee breeches of the color of cuisse de nymphe effrayee, as he called it, shoes, and silk stockings.
The part of the room behind the columns, with a high silk-curtained mahogany bedstead on one side and on the other an immense case containing icons, was brightly illuminated with red light like a Russian church during evening service.