Angela Bee Bee

“After all, if God had wanted men to fuck other men, he'd have given them dicks and shoved a G-spot up their assholes!”
― Nathan Burgoine, Light

“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

“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

“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