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  • #1
    Harper Lee
    “As you grow older, you’ll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don’t you forget it—whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash”
    Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

  • #2
    Be brave, follow dreams, say fuck you to everybody and fight for what you believe
    “Be brave, follow dreams, say fuck you to everybody and fight for what you believe in.”
    Jared Leto

  • #3
    Scott Hildreth
    “I like looking at your body,” she said.
    “Thank you. I like looking at you, period,” I responded. She removed her shirt. She asked for help with her bra. We embraced. Our skins touched. I felt her heart beat against my chest. I felt my heart beating. Our heartbeats became one. One heartbeat. We became one. Time passed. I looked at my watch. 10:10. I stood. She remained on the bed, defining beauty.
    “It’s getting close to eleven, baby. You should probably get up,” I said, looking for my shirt. I ran my hands through my hair.
    “Stand right there,” she said. “Don’t move.” I stood. She reached to the side of the bed, and got her phone from her purse. She held it at arm’s length. “Don’t move,” she said.
    “I heard you,” I responded. I stood. She took three photos. “I wish I could paint a picture of you,” I said.
    “Do you paint?” she asked.
    “No,” I responded, “But I wish I could. I would paint a picture of you right now, lying there without your shirt. I could stand here, Britney, and admire you for all of what is forever. You make me want to cry. But. That part of me is broken.”
    Scott Hildreth, Broken People

  • #4
    Kathryn Morgan Parry
    “Nothing to fear Clara it just sex,”
    Kathryn Morgan Parry, My Boss's Slave

  • #5
    Scott Hildreth
    “I opened my mouth. My tongue wouldn’t form words. I had so much to say. I took a bite of spaghetti. Time passed. When she stopped speaking, her eyes were wet. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes were full. Full of eighteen years of what someone had taken from her. I smiled and stood. I looked away. I ran my fingers through my hair. As I carried my plate to the sink she raised her hand to her face. Wiping eighteen years of love from her eyes, she spoke, “I love you Marc.”
    Scott Hildreth, Broken People

  • #6
    Kathryn Morgan Parry
    “Helen had known that it would be a one-night stand, but she wanted her virginity finished with...”
    Kathryn Morgan Parry, The Cruel Twists of Love

  • #7
    “It's a good thing to lend a hand, just don't be surprised when it gets bit.”
    Chris Isaak

  • #8
    “I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
    And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.

    No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
    No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
    With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)

    What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
    What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
    What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
    What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,

    I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
    No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
    With you.”
    Chris Isaak

  • #9
    “Tell me Mother will I die?
    Yes, my child and so shall I”
    Chris Isaak, Chris Isaak -- San Francisco Days

  • #10
    Hugh MacLeod
    “Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the 'creative bug' is just a wee voice telling you, 'I'd like my crayons back, please.”
    Hugh MacLeod, Ignore Everybody: and 39 Other Keys to Creativity

  • #11
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    “Every day we hear a little melody,reading a beautiful poem, see a fine painting and,If possible, say the words.”
    Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

  • #12
    Marilyn Monroe
    “Your clothes should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to show you're a lady”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #13
    Robin  Williams
    “See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.”
    Robin Williams

  • #14
    Kathryn Morgan Parry
    “Define normal, Clara?”
    I laughed when I tried to figure out the true definition.
    “Normal is a function on a washing machine, Alex.” I said seriously.”
    Kathryn Morgan Parry, My Boss's Slave
    tags: humor

  • #15
    Scott Hildreth
    “Hold still baby girl. Hold still. I need you to do something for me,” he said quietly.

    I opened my mouth and said, “What?” but no words came out. I tried again.

    Nothing.

    He smiled.

    He continued to lick my hip bone. He kissed it and looked me in the eyes.

    “You listening?” he asked.

    As I squeezing the countertop with each hand, my arms beside my body, my hands beside my butt, I nodded.

    “Fuck my tongue. I want you to fuck my mouth, do you hear me?”

    I opened my mouth and squeaked. My eyes closed. I felt his tongue move from my hip to my clit. His palm slid slowly across my hip, and rested in the depression between my hip and my pussy. His thumb was positioned on the skin above my clit, and pushed upward, exposing my clit totally. As his tongue met my clit, I squirmed.

    I felt his lip on top of my clit, and his tongue on the bottom. He started a motion with his tongue and lip, with my clit in between. About three seconds into it, I was done…almost to climax. I felt myself begin to cum. No, not yet, not yet, please…make this last.

    He lifted his head, and looked me in the eye. He must have sensed I was going to cum.

    “No, don’t stop. Please, Erik, don’t fucking stop.” I begged.

    “Fuck my mouth. Grind your pussy on my face baby girl, do you hear me?”

    “Yes sir. Do it. Do that again. Exactly what you were doing, exactly,” I said, hoping he could duplicate what he was doing.”
    Scott Hildreth, Baby Girl

  • #16
    Scott Hildreth
    “I felt like we were a machine, working in unison with one another. This was perfect. With my eyes closed, there was no time, no space, no house, no kitchen, just us. We weren’t two people any more, we were an us. A we. We became one. His tongue sliding up and down, and pressing against my clit.
    Each time his tongue touched my clit, my hips were raised as high as I could raise them. When he released my clit from between his tongue and his lip, I lowered my hips. This system of movements worked perfectly. It was the same every time.

    With my eyes closed, I tried to focus on the movements. I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard my breathing change. I felt as if I was turning hot.

    I opened my eyes and looked at Erik. His eyes were open, and he was looking at my face. His mouth encompassed my entire mound. I opened my mouth. He raised his mouth off of me for a split second.

    “Do it, Kelli. Do it. Cum in my mouth. Do it. And when you do, scream. Scream, Kelli. Cum in my mouth and scream. Do you hear me?”

    In a short, shallow breath, I responded, “Yes.”
    Scott Hildreth, Baby Girl

  • #17
    Scott Hildreth
    “Now put your hands on the countertop, and bend over. I’m going to shove you so full of cock you won’t even remember how to spell your name for a week,” he said in his deep voice.

    “Oh my. Ok,” I said as I did what he asked. As I grabbed the edges of the countertop, I felt his foot kicking the insides of my shoes, spreading my legs farther apart.

    “You long legged, sexy little bitch. I have to get your pussy down here where I can get to it,” he said, as he slapped the right side of my butt, hard. The slap startled me, and the sting felt like fire.

    As soon as he stopped kicking my shoes and spreading my legs apart, I felt the head of his cock slide past my lips. His hands grabbed my waist, and he slid all the way inside of me. As soon as I felt his balls against my clit, I began to contract and felt as if I was going to cum. His cock slid out, and then back in again. He found a rhythm and began to fuck me slowly, his hips slapping lightly against my butt as he slid all the way into my wet pussy. As his hips slapped my ass, I could feel his balls against my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore. If he kept up this pace, I would explode.

    “Fuck me Erik, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me,” I said loudly.

    “Fuck me, Erik. Oh God. Fuck me.”

    “Fuck me.”

    “Harder.” I begged.

    “Who owns you, baby girl? Who fucking owns you?” he almost screamed.

    “Oh God, you do. You own me. You.”

    “Don’t forget it, do you hear me?” he said in a loud, stern tone.

    “Yes, I am yours. You own me,” I responded...I loved this.

    In and out he forced himself, each time it felt as I was being stretched open for the first time. Not a tremendous pain, but each stroke felt like it was the first, the entry stroke. It was a new feeling to me, and it was more than I could take. I was going to explode.

    “Please…Faster. Fuck me. Give me that cock. Give me that big fat….Oh my God. Give it to me.”
    Scott Hildreth, Baby Girl

  • #18
    Anna Bayes
    “I just want mind-boggling sex tonight, but I don’t think you can beat my vibrator.”
    Anna Bayes, Snug Fit

  • #19
    Bob Marley
    “The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
    Bob Marley

  • #20
    Anna Bayes
    “People who label erotica writers as sluts/men-whores remind me of the mob that once condemned smart women as witches. Mankind has not evolved much.”
    Anna Bayes

  • #22
    Anatole France
    “Stupidity is far more dangerous than evil, for evil takes a break from time to time, stupidity does not.”
    Anatole France

  • #23
    Vipin Behari Goyal
    “Everything is an appreciation, even an insult provided you look at it with that angle.”
    Vipin Behari Goyal

  • #24
    Jamie McGuire
    “To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”
    Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

  • #25
    “Funny thing about revenge. It could make a killer out of a nun.”
    Kevis Hendrickson

  • #26
    “Writing a book is a blood sport. If it doesn't hurt when you're done, you're probably doing something wrong.”
    Kevis Hendrickson

  • #27
    “Make sure you love what you do and do what you love, the rest of the world be damned. Everything else is negotiable.”
    Kevis Hendrickson

  • #28
    “Give a man with a death wish a bottle of whisky and a loaded gun, you get a dead body. Give a martyr a quote from scripture and a pocket full of
    prayers and you get a room full of corpses.”
    Kevis Hendrickson

  • #29
    “Keep secret things secret and they will serve you the better!”
    Kevis Hendrickson

  • #30
    “It is only the brave who win life’s rewards. Those who don’t overcome their fears are destined to fail at even the least things.”
    Kevis Hendrickson

  • #31
    “Magic is a dangerous thing, child. It isn’t something to use lightly.”
    Kevis Hendrickson



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