Angela Bee Bee

“I step back out of the car and lean my left forearm on the door and my right on the roof. Out of pure frustration, I look up at the sky and ask the universe, "Why can't anyone look inside a car before they fucking steal it?”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“I wish I had never met him or felt his touch, his kiss, his passion.
Damn, I can't even lie to myself. Even though I knew he was a cosmic force to be reckoned with, I would've jumped on his spaceship for a ride and hurdled toward Earth in his arms fully aware I'd be charred to bits breaking through the atmospheric barrier.”
― M.K. Gilher, Rectify

“He lowers his mouth to my right ear and whispers, "It's believed when people lose one of their senses, it heightens all others. That's why you're blindfolded." He takes a breath. "I want your complete and utter trust." He pushes himself up against my backside, causing me to stumble forward somewhat. He grabs my hips to steady me. "By giving me your trust, Ivy, you're letting me always be there to catch you.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“Tell me something. What's your most pervasive fantasy?" He whispers in my ear, "When you masturbate, what do you envision in your mind?"
Oh gosh. Can I tell him this? "I pretend I'm tied up and can't move. Not even an inch. I imagine a man—a man like you—takes control and does whatever he wants with me."
Whew. I've never said that out loud before. And since I'm being frank. "Sometimes he pulls my hair 'til it hurts." My words float in the air between us.
He nods and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "You'd trust me to do that?"
"Yes.”
― M.K. Gilher, Rectify