If you can think of your lover in six senses, then I’d say you’re nailed. They’ve got themselves wrapped around your heart. And your cock. (…) Six senses? (…) Sight, sound, taste, scent, touch, and...

Still, the seeds of change have been sown in my mind, and they will not be easily forgotten.

When you start something, make sure that you’re willing to take the time to finish it right because, honey, the work you put into it will be more than worth it in the end. The...

The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw,...

And no chick fucking either, unless we both agree to it, of course.” Turner pauses and scowls. “Though I can’t imagine sharing you with anyone. Makes me fucking sick to my stomach.

(…) before they actually admit to the big ‘L’ word. Love or lust – what’s the big, damn deal? You’re going to fuck either way, right?

She felt trapped, but she didn’t have to. The world is wide open and ready, waiting for us to escape this bubble and join it.

Perversion is just another form of art. It’s like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium. 

my jeans, the ones I got from the teen section, the ones made for chicks. And I look fucking perfect in them.

Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.

Shit, this woman’s scary. I’m glad my manager’s the short one with the wispy hair and the shaking hands. Milo knows how to get stuff done, but he’s about as terrifying as a goldfish.

To be brave, you have to fight against something that scares you. That’s the rule.

I’m going to fall in love with him. I’m going to be head over heels and my stomach is going to hurt every time he walks into a room. I’m going to worry about him...

Men come and go, but best friends are irreplaceable.

Turner’s openness is starting to become more and more appealing to me. At least I know what I’m getting with him. And I still need to tell him about Dax’s kiss. That, and his proposition....

It wasn’t necessarily that I wasn’t a fan of fairies. Really. It wasn’t that. It was that I wasn’t a fan of being taken hostage by a group of fairies.

Sometimes you don’t get to choose your partner. Life chooses it for you.

Kidnap me and take me away. Throw me across the back of your bike and show me what it feels like to have the wind in your face and the sun on your skin, day...

Welcome to the house of Gray and Graves where we never lie still and death is only the beginning …

The toughest fucking moments in life are the ones where the whole world is a big, fat unkown, where chance has more power to change your fate than you do. It’s then that you’re gonna...