“Ohhhh are you coming?” he asks me. “Oh God Mallory, I can feel you doing it around my cock. I can feel… — Charlotte Stein Dirty talk Copy Share Image
“And yet I feel I have to ask: if this is all the case, and you are so little and so weak… — Charlotte Stein Presence Copy Share Image
“Whereas this…this was wet. His lips sank into a rhythm obviously familiar to him—like a kind of slow rock over her mouth—and… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Did I make you this wet?” he asks, just as he smoothes two fingers all the way down to dip right into… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“She’d never really touched their faces before, but that didn’t mean anything. She touched other parts of them all the time. Or… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“The bath wasn’t the best thing. Lying with him spooned up against her, listening to the rain rattle against the glass and… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“You are a strange people. So loving, yet so lonely, inside. I would lie awake at night and gaze up at the… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Don’t leave me again,” he tells me, only he doesn’t just do it once. He says it over and over, until I’m… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Ohhhhh Je- sus you’re wet. Oh fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Are you serious with this? It’s all over your legs.” She… — Charlotte Stein Dirty talk Copy Share Image
“You’re being deliberately cruel, now.” “No – I think deliberately cruel would be if I told you something rude, like: I’d love… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Maddie," he says, between kisses. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever liked anyone calling me that. "Maddie, wait." But I… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“OK, so … hugging. How does that go? You sort of … stretch your arms out …” He does so too robotically,… — Charlotte Stein Donkey kong Copy Share Image
“Dear Benjamin, “You should know that I’m not sorry either. I’m not sorry that I want to do these things with you.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“He speaks in a different language with a voice that's already like sand shifting over metal, and my insides flip out. He's… — Charlotte Stein Humor Copy Share Image
“His smile goes all the way, then, and when he turns to look at me I swear to God – my insides… — Charlotte Stein Love Copy Share Image
“I’m talking about you, you idiot. You have seen you, right?” [...] “Of course I have. I saw myself last Wednesday. My… — Charlotte Stein Funny Copy Share Image
“Am I … not what you were expecting?” Of course, my immediate instinct is to say no. No, you’re not what I… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“I want to kiss you. I want to so badly I can barely think of anything else. When you enter a room… — Charlotte Stein Kissing Copy Share Image
“He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was…heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in… — Charlotte Stein Erotica Copy Share Image
“I want to taste that sweet little mouth of yours,” he says, but he’s not done. He’s just using a dramatic pause… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“I don’t need more space. I need less space. I need the minimum amount of space possible. This right here –” I… — Charlotte Stein Space Copy Share Image
“What does it matter?” she asks, and though his answer likely should take a thousand years to come, he gets it out… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Sol? As much as I appreciate you making me this lovely womanly blanket…you think we could try lying like normal people who… — Charlotte Stein Funny Copy Share Image
“It’s the only thing I never understood about him,that he had you … he had you right in the palm of his… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“He's fucking stone cold deadpan. His pan is so dead he could lay it in a casket and bury it at Bellevue.… — Charlotte Stein Deadpan Copy Share Image
“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything, you know, June. I love you enough to scare me. But I want… — Charlotte Stein June Copy Share Image
“Make me,” I tell him, and he does. He looks at me with the same soft eyes Brandon always offers, and says… — Charlotte Stein Love Copy Share Image
“It feels like you dropped your nightstick down your pants.’ ‘Oh, so that’s where that went.’ ‘I’m not kidding. Is this all… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Their legs tangle together real easy. His hand goes over hers, fingers interlacing. So natural, too, as though they’d never said a… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Why not? It's true. I don't even laugh for anyone but you." She hesitated, for that one. Did he really mean that?… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“I’m not some sex addict trying to sort myself out. I don’t get a high from fucking everything that walks. I get… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“See—this is the problem. You don’t even get where this is going. You can’t just ask me to come in, or kiss… — Charlotte Stein Friend Copy Share Image
“Because that is how you feel, is it not? You feel so perfectly invisible, like no one could ever notice a single… — Charlotte Stein Fall in love Copy Share Image
“You know what else is adorable? When I can clearly see you having a furious discussion in your own head.” “That’s visible… — Charlotte Stein Communication Copy Share Image
“There’s just the memory of that time he walked in on her while she was dressing, and afterward couldn’t string a sentence… — Charlotte Stein Boobs Copy Share Image
“You’re absolutely gorgeous! Hideously gorgeous! I hate to break it to you, Mick, but gorgeous men aren’t afraid of asking clever women… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Mick...” I begin, as his tongue curls just ever so slightly around my earlobe. “I think you’re gorgeous, but...” “You think I’m… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Evie, stop,” he said between kisses. She should have been relieved. She should have, but really all she could feel was the… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“I care about Cameron. I more than care. He’s wonderful, and he should know it every day. He should know how kind… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“ Wear it for me , the note says, though it’s not the words I’m interested in. The words are a command,… — Charlotte Stein Life Copy Share Image