“And I loved the way that felt. That private battle, and the way I always caved in the end. So maybe it was fucked up, but to me that was kind of the point of kink. Not the fucked-up-ness, exactly,… — j.a. rock Copy Share Image
“And I loved the way that felt. That private battle, and the way I always caved in the end. So maybe it was fucked… — j.a. rock Copy Share Image
“Cause with you, I was awake, and with you, I was alive, and with you, I'm brave.” — J.A. Rock Copy Share Image
“Anything else you want to discuss before we begin?” “Who cuts your hair? You should run them through with their own thinning shears. You… — J.A. Rock Copy Share Image
“He pointed at the paper. “I want you to write me a description of every foot you’ve put wrong since we met. Make sure… — J.A. Rock Copy Share Image
“The man read Eugene O'Neill on the beach. He had a stash of emergency pickle juice and a pet rat. He was hardly a… — J.A. Rock Copy Share Image
“This is your last chance to go home, son.” It was the loudest I’d heard him speak. I froze. Cock, meet jeans. Jeans, please… — J.A. Rock Copy Share Image
