Shattered Poetry Quotes

“His face lit up. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a Swede.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“My eyebrows winged up. “I don’t remember saying that.”
“While we made love.”
“I don’t remember half of what I said, I wuz too busy fucking you.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“I didn’t squeeze it that hard.”
“How would you know? You’re not the one with a dick.” He stopped massaging it and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. “Kiss it better.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“He smirked. “Close your mouth before my cock gets ideas.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“But the way he was kissing me was anything but childish, far from it. It was sensual, passionate… incredible.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“He could get anyone he wanted, the boy beyond good-looking as well as talented in ways he shouldn’t be.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“My willpower hadn’t just dissolved…
It was shattered.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“Even when he was angry, he was still beautiful, so much so that I wanted to forget about his age and give him what he wanted.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“He was the sweet taste of honey before the bee stung, the apple from Eden—so delicious, yet morally wrong.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“He was too young to understand that having sex with him was something I should be ashamed of.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“Your embarrassment’s making me horny again,” he said misinterpreting my reaction.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry

“Dante gave me one of his cheeky grins. He had a whole repertoire of smiles, the boy was full of mischief.”
― Marita A. Hansen, Shattered Poetry