Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

Life's a choice: you can live in black and white, or you can live in colour. I'll take every shade of the rainbow and the gazillion in between!

Who would ever understand me?

Words are easy; lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.