I’m not about to suck your dick so you’ll make a call for me.” “And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we've cleared that up, can you get on with it?
He breathed a deep ahh and said, “Where did you learn to do that?” “Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” I said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.” He laugh...
Drazen’s lips were more than lips; they were the physical memory of myself before I shut out sex to pursue music.
What is your type?" I shrugged. "Non-existent.
God, she was one big nerve ending, that girl, and those big brown eyes got just a little wider when she was close. And those bruises. And how she begged for them. I knew she was special the night I met her, I just didn't know how special.
God,' he said, 'I have to have you.' 'Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.' 'Fuck you. I'm going to fuck you. That's my verb.
Give me a number between one and ten.” “Two.” “Forget that, then. Between five and ten.” “Seven.” “That’s how many times you’re coming before sunrise...
To the goats, all people are equal, except for those who have treats.
Jonathan Drazen," I said, squeezing his hand. "You're a manipulative bastard, a brazen liar, and a sadist. You've brought me to my knees. You've dominated me. You've told me who I am and then challenged me to be it. If you made me strong enough to st...
...Tomorrow I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to mark your body and ruin your mind. By noon, you won't know whether to laugh or cry. But tonight? Tonight I will revere you. I will build an altar of myself. I will frame you in stars.
My lips on your body trace the story of my love.
