“ Admit you’re jealous, Emma.” “Never,” she said defiantly. “Just your nipples then. They’re pouting. Kate Meader
“ She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands! Kate Meader
“ But you just got laid. Very well, I might add. Isn’t that enough to tide you over for a while?”“Maybe for a woman. But if a man doesn’t use the goods, they shrivel up—”She rolled her eyes.“—and now th… Kate Meader
“ This pride of yours, it’s admirable as all get-out, but there has to come a point in your life where you admit you need a hand. Pain might be necessary, but suffering is optional. Are you going to let… Kate Meader
