“ Ever since I saw you—she pulled me closer and draped both of my legs over her shoulders. Her eyes blazed with hunger—I have just wanted to eat you up. Elizabeth Morgan
“ The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the sounds of their amorous flesh moving in unbridled rhythm. M.R. Gott
“ My mother was the bringer of storms. The dark and the light. Death and rebirth. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful as she rode the lightning. Once a potent force of nature she had the nerve to… Scarlett Amaris
“ It was a hideous ancient thing that stood on tiger feet in the middle of the floor. Like a showpiece. And he did enjoy showing it. He would bring his friends upstairs to the master bathroom so that th… Richard Laymon
“ And the wind gathered the leaves as a mother gathers her children and blew them irrevocably, lovingly, into the haunted wildness Elliot Mabeuse
