“I wish I’d found you sooner so I could’ve spent more time loving you.” — Susan Stoker Copy Share Image
“Now you’re wet. You’re so wet you’re leaking down your ass. You’re soaking my pillow. I don’t think I’m ever washing it. I want… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“I’m not going to make love with you tonight. I find myself wanting to draw out this anticipation. I have a feeling the wait… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“I can tell you think being a romantic is a bad thing, and while I freely admit to wanting to find a man to… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“I’m happy for you, man,” Driftwood said honestly. “Seriously. Dating sucks. Online dating really sucks.” — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“What? I know you guys are talking with that nonverbal man-speak crap. I’m standing right here. It’s rude. I hate when people do that.”… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“Your face is so pretty, if you’d just lose some weight you might be able to get a boyfriend. You have a great smile,… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“Romance isn’t about the outer trappings society has pushed down our throats from the time we were little. It’s showing in all the little… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“Pain nourishes courage. You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you,” — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“While she might outwardly portray a self-confident, assured, independent woman who wasn’t interested in the opposite sex—she’d been called a dyke on more than… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“Look, Mr. Cop. I’m going easy on you because I don’t think you’re trying to be discriminatory or a jerk about this. I’m normal.… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“I want to be the first person my wife thinks about when she gets up in the morning. I want to buy her silly… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“Spending the day with me. Feeling me deep inside you as you come for me. My tongue on your pussy. My hands all over… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“whatever you do, never make fun of someone because of how they look. Ever. You don’t know what’s going on inside his or her… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
“Sammi,” Alex said, still holding on to her arm, firmly, but not hurting her. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” Sam asked a bit peevishly.… — Susan Stoker Copy Share
