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“Mini seemed to think about it. He pulled out a pocket knife, flipped it open, and handed it to Trinket. “For the packing tape,” he said, rolling his eyes at Trinket’s expression. “Not for stabbing the fish. Jesus.” Trinket knelt by the first box, took the knife, and slit the tape.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“Mini grinned. “I don’t fight, baby. I just bail.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“to kiss him harder, broadcasting his own need unsubtly.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“Trinket had to resort to cleaning up his cum with the ruined stockings, stuffing them in the glovebox and, with no dignified way of cleaning up the rest, settled for the inevitable feeling of Mini’s cum running down his legs.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“I know you’re not stupid, babe,” said Mini, this time with a sigh that was as much gloating as it was affectionate. “But sometimes you’re so horny, you just don’t fucking think.”
― Daniel May, Lost in the Linework

“Everyone hurt him. Was”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“I don’t want to be scared.” “I”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“Peeling aside the saran wrap on his thigh, he guided Zee’s lips to kiss the fresh, raised black lines of his signature. “You signed it,” he said softly. “It’s yours. But you owe me.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“He doesn’t get to fuck you in these,” said Mini. “This memory? This one is mine.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“would do—” said Zee, and put vicious emphasis on the words. “—anything to make you happy. Anything to make you feel safe.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“As he showered, he wondered if he had always been capable of such intense desire, and he wondered what would have happened if he had never met Mini or begun to experiment with Zee. Would he ever have relaxed and been able to enjoy himself?”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“When he came back to himself, he looked down and found Mini reaching down and ripping his stockings. “What are you doing?” Trinket asked.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“I spent two years being scared of sex,” he said. “Two years getting over it, alone. I only just learned how to enjoy myself.”
― Daniel May, A Darker Palette

“The truth,” said Ellis. “Is that you’re perfect.”
He let that land, let West hear that he was perfect, and then emphasized.
“Literally perfect.”
West’s throat ached — and not just from being gagged. Emotion ran riot in his chest. Too much.

“It was so hard,” continued Ellis, caressing the inside of West’s throat. “To find something to ‘fix’ about you — about your body, about your bone-deep desire to please. I had to work for those moments, push you so hard to get resistance, because you were such a good girl. From the beginning.”
― Daniel May, Princess

“The only part that actually felt like an orgasm was the jerking, spasmodic feeling in his gut. The base of his spine. That was where the feeling finally subsided from, where his taut body began to uncurl.”
― Daniel May, Lost in the Linework

“I’ll dick you down so good you’ll forget his name. You’ll forget your own name.”
― Daniel May, The Taste of Ink

“The perfect is the enemy of the good, and the good is the enemy of the done.”
― Daniel May, The Final Stroke

“If West glanced over, he could see his reflection in the absolutely still surface of the pool.
Muscles.
Height.
Masculine.
All an illusion.
West saw tits, he saw ass, he saw something sculpted into a platonic ideal of a Bitch. A bimbo. Something so well-shaped, so perfect, that it couldn’t be human. Couldn’t have a mind. Couldn’t have thoughts. Feelings. Opinions.”
― Daniel May, Princess

“Right here,” he whispered, and returned to Trinket’s ear, gently sucking his earlobe, saying, “I want the next one right there, so I can see it when I fuck you from behind.”
― Daniel May, A Taste of Ink

“When he came back to himself, he looked down and found Mini reaching down and ripping his stockings. “What are you doing?” Trinket asked. “He doesn’t get to fuck you in these,” said Mini. “This memory? This one is mine.”
― Daniel May, The Guilty Canvas

“He wondered if any of them recognized him. They must at least know of his existence; his boyfriend was their boss. Did they think he was married?”
― Daniel May, Lost in the Linework

“But something hijacked Trinket’s moral compass the same way endorphins hijacked his pain response during a tattoo.”
― Daniel May, The Taste of Ink

“want you so fucking bad right now,” said Mini. Trinket could tell from the speed of his breathing that he was masturbating. “I was thinking about how fucking good you tasted, how much I want to eat your ass again, suck your cum out of your dick so hard your legs give out, then make you eat it out of my mouth.”
― Daniel May, Lost in the Linework

“There was no proper comparison for what it felt like being around him. Being manipulated by him. Verbally, emotionally, and physically overtaxed by him. West kept searching for something that came close, and thought maybe an acid trip. Some type of drug. Something you got excited to take, then swallowed, and realized too late that you were going to be trapped on that roller coaster for as long as it wanted to carry you. No way off.”
― Daniel May, Princess

“That’s two out of three. You know what to do when you get the last one?”
“You want a picture.”
“That’s right, baby. I want a picture”
― Daniel May

“You know what’s really not sexy?” Mini flopped back down next to him, running one fingertip down the line of Trinket’s naked body. “Going to prison for manslaughter.”
― Daniel May, A Stanza on Skin

“Even in that nothingness, he was aware of Ellis, and he knew that he was no longer a person but a possession, and bliss swamped him knowing that he was owned. Not a person. Just a beautiful vessel for orgasms, for performance, something lovely for Ellis to touch, to play with.”
― Daniel May, Princess

“I want to see you covered in ink, only under your clothes, only where I can see them, I want my name tattooed between your legs, I want to push your thighs apart and see my name inside of them.”
― Daniel May, A Taste of Ink

“touch starved.”
― Daniel May, The Guilty Canvas

“Wearing this stuff doesn’t make you magically female — though maybe there is something to the contrast, putting a man in something designed to make the wearer look softer, more exposed. Not feminizing but... whatever the opposite of empowering is. Subjugating?”
― Daniel May, The Guilty Canvas