People dislike me because I fight mean. With no mercy. But what they don’t get is that terror and arousal are very similar. Same adrenaline. Same incentive. Same reaction.
Ocean.
It’s cute how you think you’re my enemy. You’re not on my level.
It makes me so hard I’m pretty sure the rest my body turns anemic.
And if you need a helping hand, you know mine is good for more than fingering.
You fight the tide. You fling your arms, kicking your legs, trying to escape it, overpower it. The secret is to go with the flow. The secret is to ride the wave. Don’t be afraid to get wet.
Would you like the secret to disarming Wolfe Keaton, my dear girl?(…) Yes, I heard myself say.Love him. He will be defenseless against your love.
The notion that you can touch me or what’s mine in any way, other than sucking my cock whenever I’m generous enough to allow it, amuses me. Why don’t we get to know each other over dinner tonight befo...
Sonder is the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
So he did not share a bed with his partners, did not perform oral sex, and was not interested in forming a relationship with a woman. I didn’t know much about the world of dating, but I was pretty cer...
She’s a work of artAnd as suchThere’s nothing more devastatingThan watching her break
She was my beauty, and I was her beast. But this was not a Disney flick. In real life, the beast goes back to his solitary life, a freak who lurks in the shadows and watches as his girl runs away back...
She was in a probing mood, and I wasn’t in the business of denying my mother anything, especially when she’d spent the past week throwing up mucus, retching all night. Dad had put pillows all around t...
Point was, she had plenty of girlfriends and a sister who made Lucifer look like a Care Bear.
People were allowed to fuck whomever they wanted, as long as it was legal and consensual.
People stared at him as if he were the Messiah, blazing into town on his donkey wearing a glittery thong.
My daughter was beautiful and the world was ugly and I didn’t know how to help her.
More than anything, I wanted him to lift my shirt, see the scar, kiss it better, and tell me that I was beautiful.
Love is so much like deathCertainAbsoluteAnd out of our control
If you wanted to win a negotiation, rule number one was to talk less. Show minimal interest. Let the other person sweat it.