There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.
Her absence in my life was so painful that it was a presence.
Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them
It's why I laugh so much. If my face is going to stick, I'm going to like looking at it.