“Toreth?" Warrick asked softly. He kept still, breathing slightly irregularly, until finally Warrick climbed into bed beside him. Then it was simply a question of timing the movement right so that they met in the middle, accidentally, and Warrick's arm… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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… — 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.… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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… — Manna Francis Copy Share
“What the hell kind of message were you supposed to send under these circumstances? Tell him I committed suicide because I couldn't bear the… — Manna Francis Copy Share
“You're not that good a fuck, and really, what else do you have?' Nothing. The answer was nothing. That was why the idea of… — Manna Francis Copy Share
“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
