If I told you I love you nowHow many seconds would it takeHow long would you allowAll that I am to breakI turn awayBefore you can seeHow badly I need you to stayWith me
I'm after a woman who likes sex but doesn't put the lust part above the intelligence part. She could have a hundred partners for all I care, just as long as they've been vetted for psychopathic tenden...
Dance with me.Blinking, first at his offered palm and then at his features, I asked, Why?Not immediately replying, he reached for me, pulled me to my feet, and slid an arm around my waist. I allowed h...
Fire burns blue and hot.Its fair light blinds me not.Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.Morning coals are cool: dayli...
My hair is ridiculous. It's been misbehaving since birth.
Me want Martin flavored cookie! Me want cookie now!!
This was our beginning. I couldn’t wait for the middle. And I never wanted it to end.
Kaitlyn Parker has popped Martin Sandeke’s spooning cherry. I felt his smile grow just before he said, It’s only fair. I hope to pop your forking cherry.
The protector inside me was frowning while the predator soaked up her discomfort with glee.
No one expects an eighty-five-year-old Navy SEAL stripper. No one. And that was the beauty of George.
Little did he know, I possessed no feminine wiles. Only the willies and the hibby jibbies.
If you’re not just a little bit afraid of letting down one or both of your parents, then you must’ve had shitty parents. I’m not talking about paralyzing fear—paralyzing fear also means shitty parents...
We all know that light travels faster than sound. That's why certain people appear bright until you hear them speak. Albert Einstein
That is why I don't want a cell phone. I don't want a droopy fin.
So I buried myself under my covers and cried like it was my job and I was hoping for a promotion.
Pride is just another word for insecurity and fear—again, having no strong sense of self or worth. If pride is the driving force behind your decisions, then your life is going to suck.
My previous outlook could be summed up as follows: Life is shit. Math makes sense. Fictional characters are superior to real people because real people are equal parts pitiful and predictable.
Maybe love, at its essence, is being a mirror for another person—for the good parts and the bad. Perhaps love is simply finding that one person who sees you clearly, cares for you deeply, challenges y...
I’d kiss you but I don’t want our beards to tangle.
I've learned that the more people I love — and I mean really, really, completely, unconditionally love — the happier I am.