Kingdom

by W.S. Greer

So, non-readers may laugh at me, but I feel bad for them, because not having a favorite author to set your mind on fire sounds like hell to me.

You have sort of an innocence that makes me want to act up. You're like the world's greatest temptation, and I can't get enough.”

I learned that the more open the communication, the easier things are.”

Men don’t pay enough attention to detail, so when they write books, especially erotic books, they miss key components. Their vocabulary isn’t diverse enough either, so the way they describe women is horrible. They neglect foreplay and all of its importance, and they write like they’re trying to recreate some of the porn they’ve watched.

Pounce. Show me your monster, and let it eat me whole. Sink your teeth into my skin and devour me.

“The Loving Dominant, by John Warren,” I whisper as I look at the simple cover. I push the book back into its place and pull out another. “Sacred Kink, by Lee Harrington.” Then another. “Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns, by Phillip Miller. MS 101, by Jay Wiseman.”

an explanation isn’t necessary. I don’t apologize, and neither does she, because true friendships just have a way of welding themselves back together after being peeled apart for a while.

None of us would even exist without sex, so you’d think it would be the most celebrated thing on the planet. Yet, we talk about it as if it is the worst thing