Karen Marie Moning

She waited, thinking you were different from those who used and betrayed her. She believed you would find her, come charging to her rescue. That belief was as misplaced as the monsters we faced were deadly. The day came she finally lost her faith in you, and I was there as I__e always been there when she needed me.

It's what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

Failure is always new information, and those who are willing to suffer it repeatedly make it a stepping-stone to success.

He calls me his Queen of the Night. He shows me the wonders in this incredible city. He encourages me to find my own way, and to choose what I think is right or wrong.And the sex, God, the sex! I never knew what sex was until him! It__ not soft music and candlelight, a choice, a deliberate action.It__ as involuntary as breathing, and as impossible not to do. It__ slammed up against a wall in a dark alley, or flat on my back on cold concrete because I can__ stand one more second without him. It__ on my hands and knees, dry-mouthed, heart-in-my-throat, waiting for the moment he touches me, and I__ alive again. It__ punishing and purifying, velvet and violent, and it makes everything else melt away, until nothing matters but getting him inside me and I wouldn__ just die for him____ kill for him, too.Like I did tonight.

As he fills me, I wonder if__n the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume__e don__ really __ake_ love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when he__ in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Barrons sates my need. Then feeds it. Sates, then feeds. It__ a never-ending cycle. I get out of bed with him, frantic to be back in it again. And I____ated you for it,_ he says gently.That was my line.__ never get enough, Mac. Drives me bug-fuck. I should kill you for what you make me feel.__ understand perfectly. He is my vulnerability. I would become Shiva, the world-eater, for him.

The man kisses me and I just hop right on him like he's the hottest new ride at Disneyland.

Sex either blows your fucking mind, or it__ not good enough.

Driving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you places you've never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. The Viper was way more satisfying then my last boyfriend.

I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.

I return my attention to the situation at hand and realize Reality__he impatient bitch__as made my decision for me. She does that a lot. You get busy planning your life, then it has the nerve to just go ahead and happen to you before you__e ready. Before you even get the chance to aim yourself right!

Attitude shapes reality.

I can't find a man I want, and I'm beginning to think the problem is me. Maybe I expect too much. Maybe I'm holding out for something that doesn't even exist." She'd voiced her secret fear. Maybe grand passion was just a dream. With all the kissing she'd done in the past few months, she'd not once been overcome with desire. Her parents certainly hadn't had any great passion between them. Come to think of it, she wasn't sure she'd ever seen grand passion outside of a movie theater or a book.

It's not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It's often only in the lies that we refuse to speak that truth can be heard at all.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here and I'll show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?