“His Demons Dance With Mine,” She Murmured Softly.

There’s something between us - a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

“The flakes settle on his harsh face and disappear. They settle on his agitated chest, his shoulders, his sun-struck hair and disappear.

I watch them, wishing I could be like that.

I wish I could be like snow. I wish I could touch him.

I wish I could disappear.

I wish…”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

Awww LOgan & VEronica. Miss them so much 😕

“A girl can only get off so many times with a vibrator and a memory before she starts to physically ache for the real thing.”

“It’ll be your new favorite dress.”

I kiss her forehead, and work my way down over her temple, across her cheek. “My favorite dress of yours will always be…the one on the floor.”

Tangled series by Emma Chase

“I pointed at Camille. “She makes me feel.” I pointed at Dad. “Your tears, they should make me sad, right? They don’t. I see you upset and I think ‘I don’t want you to be unhappy’ but I don’t feel your sadness. But her”—I leaned forward, as if proximity might make my dad understand—“when she cries, when she laughs; I feel it in here.” I tapped my chest over my heart. “I’ve never had that, never experienced anything like it. I can’t let that go. Don’t you see?”

The Bad Guy by Celia Aaron

“Oh—and in case you forgot, we’re naked. Now, I know some women have issues with their bodies. Maybe you’ve got a little extra junk in the trunk? Get over it. Doesn’t matter. Naked kicks Modest’s ass every single time. Men are visual. We wouldn’t be fucking you if we didn’t want to look at you. You can write that down if you like.”

Tangled by Emma Chase

“I can tell when you’re aroused, like now. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it on your skin. I can—sense it. ”

The sensations are the details

that make up the story of our lives.

- Oscar Wilde

“How do you know you’re in love?

For me, it was in the kiss. I knew I was in love when I found myself opening my eyes when Alex and I were kissing. I no longer needed to close them to concentrate, to withdraw the curtain so I could feel the magic, so to speak. Alex was the magic. And every time we kissed with our eyes closed, I missed him. It was corny. Gag-worthy even, but nonetheless true.”

Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen