Think of how much better the world would be if people craved compliments about the beauty of their heart rather than the beauty of their face.
Stop it. Cletus snapped his fingers in front of our faces. I hate it when you two mind-meld through your eyeballs.
Reading for me, was like breathing. It was probably akin to masturbation for my brain. Getting off on the fantasy within the pages of a good novel felt necessary to my survival. If I wasn't asleep, kn...
In all honesty, I’d enjoyed the horse ride more than the man ride. At least the horse had been a stallion.
In all honesty, I’d enjoyed the horse ride more than the man ride. At least the horse had been a stallion. Looking back, my lab TA was more like a Shetland pony—hairy and small.
I will die happy here, today, in this spot, she sighed. In your puddle of lust. Leave my puddle of lust alone. Get your own puddle.
I don’t like to judge people.I love it.Writing people completely off was liberating
I didn’t like trusting, I didn’t like setting greater than mild expectations
He wanted me. I wanted him. This was a frightening and thrilling prospect, because when I pushed him, he pushed back.
He reminded me of the Viking god Thor, if Thor had been a reclusive federal game warden from Texas with excellent manners.
Dan was shorter than me, especially as I was wearing sky blue silk stilettos. He appeared to be my age or a few years older,stocky, and thick necked with swirling tattoos just visible beneath the blue...
Dammit, Billy. You had one job. One. Job.I moved my glare to my brother. May I have a word?Now? he asked, looking and sounding almost delighted. Of note, delighted for Billy was imperturbably stoic fo...
But I want to be your only source of romantic situations from this point forward.
And when you’re ready to cut his balls off, I will provide the knife.
Alex the waiter was on my Spank Naughty list in third place, right after Henry Calvill the actor, then Henry Calvill as Superman. He was proof that God existed, and that God loved straight women.
Worry is an emotional state that I abhor. It tends to be self-absorbed and short-sighted, and holds no purpose other than to waste energy and distract the mind from what actually matters.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. Edgar Allan Poe
Who thinks, I’m going to cheat on my girlfriend, but I’ve got too much of a social conscience to leave my condom wrapper on the floor—heaven forbid I litter.
When did you know? I watched him take a breath, and with it all pretense fell away. All his walls, all his cleverness, all his grandstanding and pretending. He looked vulnerable, and it made my chest...
What do you call each other? What are your pet names? Dearest? Turtledove? Thor? Herr Handsome of my heart? Lizard of my labia? Captain of my clitoris?