You are the fucking equation, I want to yell in her face. The riddle and the answer and the numbers within it. You’re math. You make sense.
Two things people should be grateful for without asking—love and to be saved. You are offered both. Yet, my dear, you seem quite ungracious.
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness. —Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata
If you wanted to win a negotiation, rule number one was to talk less. Show minimal interest. Let the other person sweat it.
I wouldn’t want to live forever. What would be the point in that? Aren’t you hungry for something? Don’t you have dreams? What weight and significance do your dreams have if they don’t have a deadline...
I squirm away, digging my feet into the ground and trying to escape, when Penn’s hand—warm and big—grasps my other wrist. Via releases me immediately. I want to kick him away and yell at him for preve...
I grabbed the bun on top of my head and cut it, throwing it to the sink and turning on the water with the elastic band still on.
I fucked plenty of women for money. Unfucking them, though? That wasn’t my expertise.
I apologize in advance. He cocked his head to the side. For? Ruining you for any other man on this planet. I’m going to fuck you, Indie. So hard you’ll think about me years from now, when you lie unde...
Hang on to this anger, Chucks. I’ll be happy to work your crazy ass up in bed and fuck every doubt and complaint out of your tight pussy.
All you need to know about life is that it’s just like an hourglass. Sometimes you’re down, and sometimes, up. And right now, I’m up, baby. So. Flipping. High.
Retirement party, and
And if you need a helping hand, you know mine is good for more than fingering.
We didn’t make love, we made war. When she was pulling, I was biting. When she was scratching, digging her nails into my flesh, I slammed harder, faster. Our sex was furious, it was raw, untamed, wild...
SNAILED
Point was, she had plenty of girlfriends and a sister who made Lucifer look like a Care Bear.
People stared at him as if he were the Messiah, blazing into town on his donkey wearing a glittery thong.
More than anything, I wanted him to lift my shirt, see the scar, kiss it better, and tell me that I was beautiful.
John Lennon started his music career as a choir boy. I never said it before, because it terrified me to admit it, but you’re my church (although I plan to be inside you way more than just on Sundays)....
I’ve loved you in secret, and I’ve loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I’ll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you’re dead wrong.