Angela Bee Bee

“Her voice is so quiet I can barely hear her. "And I wanted to say thank you for punching him in my defense."

I'd slay dragons for you, Ivy. "You're welcome. Now go to sleep.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“These are the rules. First, you don't speak unless I tell you to. Second, you do everything I say. No questions asked. No hesitating or arguing. No attitude." He's staring into the depths of my soul, searching for my reaction to his words. Without thinking, like I always do, I open my mouth to speak. He stares at me with a look of disapproval and shakes his head back and forth. "No words, Ivy. Those are the rules.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“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

“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