But men are less used to the idea of being raped than women are, and it strikes them with a fresh horror. With women, that horror comes right along with the female genitals.

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

Following Simon's adventures is like being the pinball in an especially antic game, but it's well worth the wear and tear.

I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on.

Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you.