Every night in my dreams, a man appeared from the darkest recesses of my mind, as if he'd been waiting for me to fall asleep. His mouth, full, masculine, would sear my flesh. His tongue, like flames across my skin, would send tiny sparks quaking through my body. Then he would dip south, and the heavens would open and a chorus singing hallelujah would ring out in perfect harmony.
Darynda JonesWait, what are you doing?โ She could apparently hear the strain in my voice as I craned my neck from side to side. โIโm trying to see past a little girl on my hood." โOh. Isnโt that dangerous?โ โNormally. But she has a knife.โ โOh, well, then, I guess itโs okay.
Darynda JonesGarret Swopes was a lot like a hot gay friend only he wasn't gay, which was too bad because then I could tell him how hot he was without him getting the wrong idea.
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