Isla Olsen

“Hmm.”

“What?” I glance down to find Heath studying my cock with a furrowed brow, as though it’s some kind of puzzle he’s trying to work out.

“Well… do I have to do anything special with the foreskin?”

“Yes, there’s a little latch at the back so you can take it off,” I deadpan. “Just leave it on the nightstand and I’ll reattach it when you’re done.”

He straightens up and sends me an arctic glare, prompting a fit of laughter to rumble through my entire body.

“You’re an asshole.”
― Isla Olsen, Fake It 'til You Make Out

“-She hunts tigers and thinks AIDS is God’s way of punishing promiscuous people!
-Wtf? How does she explain all those kids who have it in Africa?
-I don’t know. I didn’t ask. I had to extricate myself from the situation ASAP. There were too many sharp objects around and I’m too young and pretty for prison.”
― Isla Olsen, Hopeless Bromantics