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“a Willy-Wonka-goes-to-Wall-Street wardrobe,”

— Jennifer Latham

“I had a dream about you. You were wearing Sylvester Stallone's sneer as pants, but his lips were saggy on your legs, so you…

— Dora J. Arod

“Here I was, thinking Marcus was going to profess his undying love for me and beg me to take him back, but he was…

— E.M. Abel

“He looked like he’d poured his muscular body into a pair of faded Levi jeans with holes in the knees. Fine black hairs curled…

— Kari Lee Harmon

“Walking into the crowd was like sinking into a stew - you became an ingredient, you took on a certain flavour.”

— Margaret Atwood

“He smelled like aftershave and the subway, though the former not in a good way, and the latter not in a bad way.”

— shukyou

“The guy across the bar was a slab of raw beef with a nose like a potato and ears like cauliflowers. A walking dinner.…

— Tim Stevens

“He squinted up at the straining muscular backs of the stone men supporing the dome. "You'll have to take me to some museums," he…

— Francesca Lia Block

“I sized Seth up. As usual his khaki pants were pristine, perfectly pressed, not a dirt stain in sight. Seth Allen had to be…

— Lisa Roecker

“Glenn... I wasn't expecting this. He's not after my blood, and we like the same stuff." From the rearview mirror, Jenks snickered. "Guns, violence,…

— Kim Harrison

“I had no intention of getting involved with a tattooed, spikey-haired rock dude who wore his waistband under his ass cheeks, slept around and…

— Cora Hawkes

“Mmm. Beau, Beau, Beau. You know, my fellow skanks? This is tough. On the one hand, Beau is about as appealing as a colonoscopy…

— Megan Erickson