Cherise-sinclair Quote by Cherise Sinclair Download Open image ““I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.”” — Cherise Sinclair ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Cherise-sinclair Erotica Felt Sorry Make-me-sir
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“Master, don’t. Please.” “Please is a great word–and I intend to please. Me, for sure. Maybe even you.” Lindsey and deVries” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a moth saying, "Hey, let's go check out that awesome bonfire".” — cherise sinclair Copy Share Image
“Christian Gray visited the Shadowlands and the real Doms laughed him out of the club. From Chat with Cherise Sinclair 08/17/12” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Some people - and a high percentage of submissives - wanted clear-cut rules. Preferred their duties laid out, like schedules and lists.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Yea though I walk through the Valley of Death, I shall fear no evil, for I am the baddest M-F in the valley.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“You’re so damn big,” she whispered. “Why, thank you cariño,” he said.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“You know, there are very few people I could tell that to and have them laugh instead of calling the cops. Or mental health.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Master, don’t. Please.” “Please is a great word–and I intend to please. Me, for sure. Maybe even you.” Lindsey and deVries” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least. So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…”… — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share
“So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image
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“You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!” — Cherise Sinclair Copy Share Image