“Snatch is an ugly word,” I say. “Like it’s going to rip my dick off. Yeah—that is an ugly motherfucking word. But pussy? It just sounds soft. Cuddly. It sounds wonderful. Pussy. I love that word.” — Pella Grace Copy Share Image
“Mew - mew. Mew.” I jump back from her finger swipes. “I am fluent in pussy, but I have no idea what this fucking… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“I don’t want to be the anchor around his feet. I want to be the sky. I want to be the colorful weird name.” — Pella Grace Copy Share
“I’m not trying to make you cry. I’m trying to make you see. You’re just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten.… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“Who loves you, Warren Valentine?" She did. I want Lilla to know that kind of love. The kind of love that never leaves or… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“I’m tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She’s pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper.” — Pella Grace Copy Share
“Knock the bullshit off. Love her like crazy, endlessly, stripped of reserve and preservation. Be out of our fucking minds with love, lust and… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know—before my fetus eats your face.” “It would be equally as… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please.” I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world.… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“I want to strangle my husband and slam the door as I leave. I want to leave a box of pasta on the counter… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“I fall against the wall with her, smothering her mouth with mine in an assault of lust, love, kisses. I want it all over… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“I didn’t know you were such a light-weight. I would have cut you off, Love Lump.” I make a face, digging the bottle from… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“I worked in a grocery store my whole life, Honey-girl. I know what lonely housewives think of this.” “I meant the baby, Jerk.” “Attached… — Pella Grace Copy Share
“Of course he’s a Valentine. Look at him; he’s the pure definition of the word.” — Pella Grace Copy Share
