title: Unmastered: A Book on Desire, Most Difficult to Tell
author:  Katherine Angel 
description: Writing honestly about sex takes moxie, but to reach the degree of subtlety and significance Angel attains also requires knowledge, literary finesse, wit, and acuity. This unique, aptly intimate book of meticulously crafted and succinct observations, aphorisms, musings, and intense vignettes illuminates the nature of desire and eroticism. Angel examines with startling insights the thoughts and feelings generated by sexual longing, satisfaction, and frustration; the language of sex; fantasy; pornography; the eroticism of archetypal gender roles; and the divide between a couples social demeanor versus private moments when they are all teeth and claws and wings. Angel looks back to her sexual awakening (It is dangerous to be a girl. To be exciting to others), consults Woolf and Sontag, and defines her own feminist erotics. Exquisitely attuned to the vicissitudes of the body-mind dynamic, Angel is funny, tender, candid, and generous. Wild, abandoned, fleshy pleasure is matched by intellectual and psychological complexity that embraces ire, fear, sorrow, and regret. This is a brave, beautiful, thoroughly considered, and haunting book of reflections, a masterful inquiry into sexuality and its consequences. --Donna Seaman
zlib_text: TABLE OF CONTENTS
  Table of Contents
  WANTON ANGEL
  Books by Hannah Howell
  Prologue
  One
  Two
  Three
  Four
  Five
  Six
  Seven
  Eight
  Nine
  Ten
  Eleven
  Twelve
  Thirteen
  Fourteen
  Fifteen
  Sixteen
  Seventeen
  Eighteen
  Nineteen
  Highland Wolf,
  Prologue
  One
  About the Author
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  WANTON ANGEL
  The way he moved his thumb over the back of her hand sent delightful chills along Saxan’s arm, but
  she retained enough wit to say, “You want sons.”
  Botolf edged closer to her, lightly caressing the side of her neck with his other hand. “What man
  does not? I also wish to enjoy the making of those sons,” he said in a soft, husky voice. “I do not need
  to tell you that I would enjoy the bedding of you.” He smiled gently when she blushed and lightly
  kissed her cheek. “You know that I desire you.”
  “Ah, but desire can be a fleeting thing, burning sweet and hot for a time, then turning to ashes.”
  She found it somewhat difficult to think clearly when he moved even closer. He slipped one
  strong arm around 