Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.
Karen Marie MoningWhen he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.
Karen Marie Moning