Sex Is Like Crying, It Does Look

It Is A Very Natural Human Trait To Destroy That Which Frightens Us.

He Made A Small Sigh, As He Swallowed The First Blood, Then His Mouth Closed Over My Earlobe, Mouth Working At The Wound, Tongue Coaxing Blood From The Wound. He Pressed His Body The Length Of Mine, One Hand Cupping My Turned Head, The Other Playing Down The Line Of My Body. Maybe It Was Just Blood, But I Never Stroked My Steak While Eating It.

Would You Truly Sleep With Strangers?" "i Don't Know, I Haven't Met The Strangers Yet.

If You Can't Impress Yourself, Then No One Else Really Matters.

That Was The Problem With Loving People: It Made You Weak. It Made You Need Them. It Made The Thought Of Not Having Them The Worst Thing In The World.