Megyn

“Then this fucking breather is over. You can go ahead and breathe through your nose because this mouth will be busy.” She flushes, teeth pressing down on her lip. “That’s not really what I meant by a breather.” “Breathing is overrated. I’d rather be drowning in you.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Eyes

“I glance down and realize I’m wearing the “This Guy Rubs His Own Meat” apron that Rosie got for me last Christmas.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Eyes

“His jeans darken, and the smell wafts over me. It’s the smell of revenge. Well, it’s the smell of piss, but you get the idea.”
― S.T. Abby, The Risk

“It pulls my eyes down, her nails trailing against the apron where it says, This Guy Rubs His Own Meat. A shy smile touches her lips. Her soft fucking lips. And I have to draw away. Because this apron is feeling just a little too apt for the moment and what I’ll no doubt be doing later.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Eyes