“But it isn’t you, is it? Then he winced inwardly, because that sounded far more…meaningful than he’d intended” — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“..Well?" "Well what?" "Was it good?" "Was it—?" So typically bloody Toreth. "God, I can't remember." Then she took pity on him. "Yes, it… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“You can come round to my flat." Toreth's voice changed, sliding subtly into something hard-edged but seductive. "I don't need chains to make you… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“The world is so beautiful, when you look at it. So detailed. So sharp. Everything’s just there --so much more than we need. Light… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“He watched Warrick walk away across the café, and started sentences in his mind. Don't go yet. I want five minutes, that's all. One… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“For your information, I'm not screwing him." "Really?" He put his hands behind his head. "Well, maybe you should be. It might put you in a better mood, at least. I see I see?" ICIC. Insufficient Cock In Cunt. After that, the choice was between hitting him, and leaving. The problem with Toreth, one of the many problems with him,… — Manna Francis Copy Share
“Anonymous dark hotel room, not one of Toreth's regular places. Anonymous hands on him, anonymous cock inside him. He liked it. He wanted it. Doing, not feeling. A safe, familiar thing and it was good. Or at least it stopped him thinking. When they had finished and were dressing, the man whose name he hadn't asked said, "Tell Warrick I… — Manna Francis Copy Share
“Talking to himself was, depressingly, the only way to achieve an intelligent and engaging conversation these days. Carnac tried to ration himself, because it… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“To Sara's practised eye, this latest episode looked something like a broken heart, even if she'd never seen the look on him before. Or… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“Could you get off like that without it? Without the chains?" Without the absolute surrender. "No. And not without you. You more than any… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“He's like a drug, Toreth thought, as Warrick broke the kiss and stood up. Except that no drugs were that good. If he could… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“You're telling me you've never wanted to fuck a man? Not even felt curious? Not even found a bloke slightly attractive when you were absolutely hammered?" "Never. Not once." Toreth tried to imagine it, and failed miserably. Individual people, that was easy—there were plenty of people he'd never want to fuck, although Chevril wasn't one of them. But writing off… — Manna Francis Copy Share
