He deserves to be angry with me. He has every right in the damn world to hate me with everything he has. He should hate me.
Not everything is made to be shared. Not every scar is on the body. Some scars are on the mind. Some scars can’t be seen. They’re inside, burned in so deeply that they’ll never be healed.
You’re pushing it, Corey. I flip her on top of me. She squeals, but I overpower her easily, and then I sit up. I’m pushing it? You think you can wear those panties then bend over right in fucking fron...
Love is beautiful, it's free from judgment and it never condemns. It enlightens, it embraces, and it makes even the hardest day worth living through.
I’m helpless to my pleasure. I breathe out a series of moans as he fucks me right.
Because I wasn’t even angry anymore. A part of me didn’t even care that he’d been talking about me because I had been about him. That was human nature—how else were you supposed to figure stuff out? S...
One of the most important things my mom has ever taught me is that a woman’s body isn’t a toy. It’s not to be played with and discarded like a broken train set. A woman’s body is a work of art to be a...
It's my job to flirt with people.Aspen, you're a bartender. Not a hooker.
I purse my lips in aggravation. Of all the places to spend the summer, my parents have chosen here. My mother, the socialite, has chosen to spend her summer a million miles away from the designer bout...
Besides, I wouldn’t say I was a bitch. I’m just brutally honest, and there is a difference. So it’s a thin line, but it’s there.
You never know. You never know you have it until you don’t anymore. You can hold true love in the palm of your hand and wrap your fingers around it in a stealth grip, and you know what? It’ll still sl...
You won’t be. It’s an all-ih-gay-ter, I emphasized. Not a crocodile. What’s the difference? The alligator will see you later. The crocodile will see you in a while.
My eyes sting with wetness. She knows me. She actually fucking knows me.
I love high heels and pretty dresses, but honestly, sometimes I want sweat pants
I believed in love stories. In the predictable and the obvious. In the unrealistic and the unpredictable. I loved them. I lived them. They were my passion and my escape.
Good things have to fall apart sometimes, if only to make way for the even better things to fall together.
Every time I kiss you, I taste the rest of my life. I wont stop fighting for you until you taste yours, too.Aaron Stone
With a shout of, Why the fuck didn’t you call me, you dumb bitch? I laugh and extract myself from her arms and, more regrettably, from Drake’s warm, large hands at my waist. My arms for once empty of...
That’s all my depression is now. Another battle scar. A silent one that will never be shown, a scar just for me, but a scar all the same. And just like the others, this too will fade.
You have to get lost in the dark to appreciate the light. My head is full of darkness, full of shadows and horrors, and then I look into your eyes. It’s like finding the light at the end of the tunnel...