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How many rooms are there in the chambers of your heart? How many rooms full of memories can you describe like the one I__ going to tell you about. You know how you left him don__ you? The man you were so in love with once. Bing Cherry Silk. Another man left those for you didn__ he? And you put them on, just like I did.

Trevor cupped his hands around it, felt Zach's heartbeat throbbing between his palms. The skin of the shaft was textured, slightly rippled beneath the surface. The head was as smooth as satin, as rose petals. Trevor rubbed his thumb across it, squeezed gently, heard Zack suck air in through his teeth and moan as he let it out. He could see blood suffusing the tissue just beneath the translucent skin, a deep dusky rose delicately purpled at the edges, crowned with a single dewy pearl of come. It was as intimate, as raw as holding someone's heart in his hands.

Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being. I can see no better reason for being alive.

My panties were still on but he didn__ let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.

If someone wants to suck your toes, those toes should be worth sucking.

Oh thank God, please you have to help me!_ begged the human. __he tied me up, she wants to kill me!__ arched a brow. __s that so?___he__ insane!__ folded my arms across my chest. __ell, the good news is, she__ totally sane. The bad news is my fiancée here is a crazy, homicidal bitch and she wants to kill you.

The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.

A kiss is such an amazing thing -- So simple, so complex. The only human act that gives while it receives. Mouth to mouth, it almost seems the eating of one another. Maybe that__ all we are, food for each other. Why, I believe there__ a poem in there somewhere. Another kiss to inspire my muse, Desirée, and I__l tell you something else you don__ know.