Babs Brown

“How can I annotate his metadata on my mental card catalog if I don’t know what to annotate?”
― Sierra Simone, A Lesson in Thorns

“There’s only a few inches between my shoulder and his arm, and this close, I can smell traces of his scent. Something with citrus and pepper and pine . . . and lavender? I want to press my face against his neck and suck it in. I want to smell it as he’s pinning me to the floor . . .”
― Sierra Simone, A Lesson in Thorns

“Have you ever been properly fucked, Angel?” he asked, his voice like a caress she felt all over her body. “Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you’d die if you didn’t get his cock inside of you? If you couldn’t feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn’t be sure where one ended and the other began?” His thumb plunged into her mouth, sliding over her tongue, before retreating. “Not. Properly. Fucked.”
― Shelly Bell, At His Mercy

“You need to get dressed and get the hell out of here, love. If you’re a whore, I’d like to pay you first. If you’re a nice girl, leave me your number.”
― Susan Ward, Broken Crown