Wanted to run my hands down his wet flesh, wanted to touch what lay under those bubbles.

I bury my face in the raw, wet flesh to suck up the brownishred blood.

The chill that flowed through his body was like the burning of ice on wet flesh.

Her wet flesh rippled around him as she shivered in his arms, fighting for breath.

It felt as though a naked body was holding hers, cradling her wet flesh from behind.

The wet flesh was soft and firm and very warm.

She loved the feel of his wet, naked flesh rubbing against her.

A chill, pale light glimmered before them, burning like ice on wet flesh.

The thing was the colour of wet, flayed flesh.

John forced Oddity to its feet and pushed his way through the body angrily, hating the feel of the wet, cold flesh.