Please, touch me, I pray.

Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.

I didn't know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway?

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. "They're straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won't die."

My head'll explode if I continue with this escapism.

Now? I'm just another female faking orgasms to make a man not feel so inadequate.