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1 " He breathed a deep ahh and said, “Where did you learn to do that?”“Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” I said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.”He laughed. “I’d like to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment. "
― C.D. Reiss , Beg (Songs of Submission, #1)
2 " I’m not about to suck your dick so you’ll make a call for me.”“And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we've cleared that up, can you get on with it? "
3 " What is your type?"I shrugged. "Non-existent. "
4 " I didn't like jewelry that much anyway "
5 " I didn’t need one so pissed at his ex-wife he’d make me fall in love with him before apologizing for leading me on. He wanted to hurt women, and nothing froze my creative juices like heartache. "
6 " I don’t talk like that about men because I prefer celibacy to bullshit. "
7 " That was pretty hot.” She snapped her little light down. “Next time, get a room, okay? "
8 " His copper hair curled at the edges, and his smile could light a thousand cities. "
9 " I trust myself. I trust my instincts and my resolve. You just make me curious is all. "
10 " Drazen’s lips were more than lips; they were the physical memory of myself before I shut out sex to pursue music. "
11 " Come on. Text a friend and tell them who you’re with in case I’m a psycho killer. "
12 " I just kept telling myself I didn’t want you, but we said no lies, and I think that includes lying to myself. How about you? "
