Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff says:


” To love you like the midnight storm!

To hear the wild beating of your veins; to feel flame shuddering your blood
and to agonize you with my ardor.

To crush you as a flower upon my breast, To bear you away to some secret valley,
where I would love you into insensibility…. “


Jessica Sorensen says:


“Do I have your permission to rock away and give you the ride of your life?”

Why does it feel like he’s secretly talking dirty to me?

“Yeah, go ahead, rock it nice and hard,”
I say without thinking,
then bite down on my lip
as the dirty section of my brain
catches up with me.

Honestly, I didn’t even
know that side existed.