you have to play it out sometimes.
We might be on the same page, but I wasn't happy about reading it.
I wish," I said. "I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.
God bless the American spectator.
It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.
I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.