“Size-eighteen women were supposed to be timid. Size-eighteen women were supposed to be shy. Size-eighteen women were supposed to be grateful for any male attention, and to feel especially honored if a good-looking man paid attention to them. Fuck all… — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“Think I even noticed that I had a forehead full of sofa? Hell no, I had a Wallbanger kneeling between my legs.” — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“But when you go weeks without that same 190 pounds in your bed, the truth is, it felt kind of nice to sleep underneath… — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“Stop it. If you say sorry one more time I'm gonna go find something of yours and pee on it, I swear.” — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? Anything?” I turned to face him, as he stepped inside. “No water, no tea, but there is… — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“I turned to kiss his fingertips. He stared into my eyes again, those sex sapphires doing their voodoo that made me a puddle of… — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“I will play Truth or Dare, you sucker, until you can't tell your truth from your dare. -CAROLINE” — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“My shirt bunched up around my waist, and the feeling of his hi-there against my hoohah was indescribable.” — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“I got into Jillian's Mercedes and drove back across the bridge to wait for my art installation. Which never showed up. Hey, art installation?… — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“Looking back now, how fucking stupid was I not to see what was going on? But when you were in it, you didn’t know… — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“Huh. Fancy meeting you here," I teased. "I recall telling you that I had a meeting with Holly this morning. Coincidence?" "Sheridan, that's rubbish.… — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“Why the hell do you love me so much? Seriously, I am fucked up and nuts,” I said into his chest, still wet from… — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
“I started to roll my eyes, but that hurt. The right one was pressed so firmly against the peephole, you see.” — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
