Wow. Getting sassy, aren't you? I am, aren't I? I asked in amazement. I didn't know I knew how to do that.
Twenty-five? Shawn squawked, horrified. Good Lord, he's a fetus!
I’d pull your pants down and let you ride me right here.
I'd never seen a penis in person and I was curious
I didn’t understand what he was doing, what he wanted from me. Because in my experience, people wanted something from each other. To use them, to gain friendship, for a romantic relationship. I didn’t...
Harley studied his erection, lightly running her fingers over the smooth skin. His cock jumped at her touch. It was a pretty penis, she had to say. Good length, pleasing circumference. Not too big, no...
Can I get you anything? A drink? A fresh change of clothes? A membership card to Hypocrites International?
No. I’m only here for one reason. He glanced over at me.
Jess? Yeah? Would you be okay with it if I fell in love with you? My hear squeezed and I paused, my mouth a hairbreadth from his as I took in his words, as if I could breathe them into my mouth, my he...
It’s like strapping toothpicks onto a newborn colt and telling him to walk. Wearing heels is a sport and I don’t want to play.
Bet you've never had a bear down your pants before. Though I'm kind of a bear in bed. (Rick from Back to Basics)
Love, no matter how it’s expressed, is still love. We all have flaws, and so our love will be flawed. But that doesn’t diminish it.
It was like watching two unicorns fucking, he told her. All glitter and jizz.
Seriously. A cuddle rating. Who came up with that shit? Whoever had, it meant he had to cuddle her like a pro just to prove a point.
I feel like you hate your life more than you could ever love me. And I was stupid to think otherwise. I guess it’s true what they say—love makes you stupid. Even a girl like me.
Hello, welcome to Wal-Mart.Amanda lifted up her pink sunglasses to gape at the old guy in the requisite blue vest.- Ohmigod, it's just like the commercial. If a smiling yellow dot bounces toward me, I...
Who do you become when you've lost sight of who you are but the false you isn't one you can pretend to be anymore?
That sounded like an insult, but he wasn't sure. What's a dillweed? You. You're a dill weed. Well, that cleared things right up.
Okay, so maybe she had entertained the idea once--or nine hundred times--of cupping his backside and giving a nice, hard little squeeze, but she would never act on it. Probably. She was pretty sure. B...
Just what she needed. She was single and pregnant and her nipples had suddenly become supersensitive $luts looking for action.