Moaning, she melted into my arms and molded her body against mine as if giving me permission to take whatever I yearned for. And I will. I can't think of anything else. The ocean waves crashed against...
Reaching for the basket of sex accessories, she took a thin, red tube, squeezed some clear gel onto her fingertips and returned to fondle his testicles. "What's that?" he asked, feeling a warm,...
She drank in the sight of him, the power, the virility, the sheer sexiness. She knew just how well those lips of his kissed, how gentle and coaxing his hands could be, and how mouth-watering his body...
The scent of arousal pouring off her was almost enough to make his fangs – and everything else – pop out. She leaned against the doorjamb, her gaze sweeping over him. Do you have any idea how...
Tall, dark, and hot leaned against a pillar, watching me as I took my place in line. Tousled dark hair went every which way on his head. His eyes were slitted and intense, like he might need to have...
God, you feel so good on top of me, he whispered, rucking up her skirts to feel more of her silken skin. No, you feel good. Her hips arched against his erection and she licked her lips. Is it possible...
Spread your legs. His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral. This was what he'd looked like on the field tonight. Running the plays. Focused on the job. Dominant. Decisive. Certain....
But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...