Well, that's certainly... adequate, I told him, burying my face in his chest. I knew immediately I'd picked the wrong word.Adequate? He took my hand, placed it on the part in question. It immediately...
This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness
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I got up the next day at noon, feeling as relaxed as a cat in a pool of sunshine,
I dipped into his brain. He wasn't happy that I wasn't wearing a bra, because my boobs distracted him. He was thinking I was a bit too curvy for his taste. He was thinking he'd better not think about...
He loved his mother. He just had a hard time remembering that some days.
He gripped my arms and kissed me for all he was worth, and believe me, that was plenty.
Even witches sing the blues,
Bill didn’t get any kind of erotic thrill from a wineglass of LifeFlow.
Are you hurt? asked Sergeant Burns, with reluctant professional solicitude.
Any place books are massed together makes me feel at home.
When the second hour of Fiji’s open house was almost at an end, a mother from Davy said, How on earth do you get it to look like the cat is talking? Oh, did it look realistic? Fiji had to struggle to...
When I went home…I promised myself, I would take a cool shower and I would read. After a day spent dealing with others, television was just one more batch of voices to listen to; I’d rather have a boo...
This isn't what I expected when I found out you were sleeping in the house.What did you expect?I expected you'd come over here because you couldn't wait an extra minute to have fabulous, mind-blowing...
Something always turns up. It always seems darkest before the dawn. When God closes a door he opens a window. All things happen for a reason. Into every life a little rain must fall. What doesn't kill...
I’ll deal with your hang-ups if you’ll deal with mine, but if you’re still too scared to even try, then you’re not worth waiting for. I have some goddamn pride left and I won’t wait forever.
I was so sleepy (and sore) that another bout of sex was out of the question, unless Eric had suddenly developed an interest in necrophilia.
I want to be first. I know that’s selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that’s wrong of me, so be it. I’ll be wrong. But that’s the way I f...
I trudged back to my bedroom and pushed the door open, intending to wash my face or brush my teeth or make some stab at smoothing my hair, because I thought it might make me feel a little less trample...
I settled opposite him in my favorite chair, low enough that my feet can touch the floor, wide enough to curl up inside, with a little table beside it just big enough to hold a book and a coffee cup.