He was, in a lot of ways, like Lot’s wife. A hard statue, made of salt and stone, standing on a cliff, emotionless and proud after watching with glee as Sodom—or Todos Santos—was set aflame by its sin...
He scoffed. I can charm the panties off of a nun.
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)....
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness. —Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata
I fucked plenty of women for money. Unfucking them, though? That wasn’t my expertise.
High school is a great place to murder a soul. The deities don’t care, and the mortals are too busy trying to survive.
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.
Dragged my chair back before she had the chance to smash my balls with her stilettos.
What does Miss LeBlanc have that the rest of the human population doesn’t? she inquired, meaning I’d never sent anyone flowers, let alone an amount that could potentially fill a whole forest. I smirke...
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...
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.
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.
I don’t think you understand, Snowflake. You don’t have any say in this shit.
Eight o’clock. A cab will be waiting downstairs. You will wear the same dress, and no bra or panties. You will be mine for the evening. You will not talk back to me, just let me fuck you the way I wan...
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.
Wish I could rewrite you out of my life But all your pages are highlighted Dog-eared and thumbed to death I can no longer read you But you are still my favorite poem
Used to say that pride was the most exquisite jewelry a woman could wear even when you’re naked.
That her best friend, Gabe Poirier, is a bad idea. He’s a walking, talking cliché. The Adonis quarterback with the bulging biceps and harem of fangirls trailing behind him on campus like a stench you...
Shabby I Fucked Your Girlfriend and Didn’t Even Enjoy It tee that had cost me a grand,
Retirement party, and