“I've thought about how you'd taste," he said, in a low, guttural voice, and she whimpered, arched against his mouth. "Jesus," he panted. "It's like a fucking drug." ~Tommy aka "Ender” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“What I taste, I said, reading from my page, is what I remember from my last Dorito, plus the chemicals that are kind of like that taste, and then my zoned-out mind that doesn't really care what it actually tastes… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
