“My shirt bunched up around my waist, and the feeling of his hi-there against my hoohah was indescribable.”

“Finally, I felt him, exactly where he was meant to be. Barely nudging inside, just the feeling of him entering me was earth-shattering. My own needs quieted for the moment, I watched his face as he began to press inside me for the first time. His eyes bore into mine as I cradled his face in my hands. He looked as though he wanted to say something, and I wondered. What words would we speak, what wonderfully loving things would we say to commemorate this moment?"Hi.""Hi.”

“I started to roll my eyes, but that hurt. The right one was pressed so firmly against the peephole, you see.”

“Have you seen this guy yet?""Nope. My peephole is getting a workout, though.""Glad to hear at least one hole is getting some action around here.”

“Hi, pot. It’s me, kettle,” Sophia snapped back.“Hi kettle, you have about thirty seconds before this pot kicks your ass.”

“Grace, did you just sniff my shirt?" He asked, incredulous.“Yep, I did. What of it? And after you leave, I’ll probably lay on your side for a while because the pillow smells like you. I’m ridiculous when I’m in love. We’re talking Hallmark over here.”

“And then I tasted nothing but his sweet lips, pressed firmly to mine, as I kissed him like it was my job.”