“and the wind gathered the leaves as a mother gathers her children and blew them irrevocably, lovingly, into the haunted wildness” — Elliot Mabeuse Copy Share Image
“No, I’m not shy." I folded my arms across my shell-covered chest. The press of the hard material against my sensitive nipples… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they… — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
“It was a hideous ancient thing that stood on tiger feet in the middle of the floor. Like a showpiece. And he… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
“Ever since I saw you”—she pulled me closer and draped both of my legs over her shoulders. Her eyes blazed with hunger—“I… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
