Paula

“You are a bit of a control freak.”
“Besides that, I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to—which I don’t.” I take her hand and place it over the bulge in my dirty, black jeans. Giving her my most sincere puppy dog eyes, I explain, “You broke him. He doesn’t get up for anyone else but you anymore.”
― Autumn Jones Lake, Kickstart My Heart

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“The bedroom door bursts open, bouncing off the wall with a sharp bang.
Mallory and I shoot straight up.
Andrew grins at us. “Are ya fuckin’?”
I’m too stunned to answer or yell for him to get out. Shocked from the intrusion and the fact that he’s wearing nothing but what appears to be a black leather thong. The material seems to be having trouble containing him. Why is everyone flashing their crotch tonight? Pamela’s pussy earlier had been one thing. But I’m in no way interested in getting an eyeful of Andrew Lane’s log and berries.
“What the fuck, man?” I bite out.”
― Autumn Jones Lake

“I’m visualizing a clear picture of what I want,” Wiggles moaned. “I’m feeeeeeling what it would be like to fuck your mom, Griff.”
“Daaamnnn, someone’s mouth is writin’ checks his ass can’t cash.” I whistled. Wiggles must really hate our nightly visualization ritual to go there.”
― Autumn Jones Lake, Renegade Path