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Story of O (French: Histoire d'O, IPA: [istwaʁ do]) is a 1975 erotic drama film directed by

from a screenplay by Sébastien Japrisot, based on the 1954 novel of the same name by Pauline Réage. It stars Corinne Cléry and Udo Kier.

A sequel titled Story of O: Chapter 2 was released in 1984.

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Story of O: Chapter 2 (French: Histoire d'O: Chapitre 2) is a 1984 eroticdrama film co-written, produced and directed by Eric Rochat.The script is a continuation of the film Story of O (1975), an adaptation of the 1954 novel of the same name by Pauline Réage.

O, initiated by Sir Stephen to all subtleties of eroticism, takes control of her powers. A powerful industry group engages O to discredit the leader of an American competitor's financial empire, James Pembroke. Upon Pembroke's arrival in a splendid castle in France, O has the role of compromising his entire family: father, wife, son and daughter will succumb to the perverse and seductive talents of O who will meet only little resistance. Story of O: Chapter 2 - Wikipedia IMDb 3'2

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'body a day' #26: ice

He was so primal, so simple in a way, animalistic even, running around, loosing his cloth bit by bit, seemingly unaware of the cold.

It all started as a simple winter walk through the nearby hills, us having a relaxing time, goofing around here and there, having a little snowfihht as when he went down for a snowangel.

I instantly noticed him twitching, staribg at the sky as when I freaked out! I ran towards him, kneeled down, holding him up by his neck noticing something like an emptied out ouddle underneath the spot where he pushed away the snow.

He wasn't moving! So I tried to get response, called out his name, shook him in fear as when he opened his eyes, giving me a slight relieve.

But the more he came to senses, the more I got woried again. He didn't speak, he looked around as if he forgot everything, who he was, who I was, where we were.

He moreso acted like some kind of animal, got rid of more and more clothing, seemed like he explored his surroundings for the very first time. What happened! I couldn't do much more than collect his cloth, trying to get to him, calling him by his name, trying to regain his memories.

But other than that, I was pretty much helpless...

To be continued...

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