“I grimace, thinking someone should come up with a new phrase for 'I left the ocean without a kiwi-sized chunk of my lower-left butt cheek' to replace the rather nebulous term 'exploratory bite.”

“After that there was nothing left to say as nothing gets on my nerves more than someone repeating the same phrase twice. I think it’s something people have picked up from television, this emotional stutter. Rather than say something interesting once, they repeat a cliché and hope for the same effect”

“I think i might even have preferred being the one gone and forgotten, rather than the one left behind without so much as memories"..”

“The tear stayed in her eye, never falling down her cheek, and then the left side of her mouth crept up into a half-smile. This was my mom. She would come home to us again. -If I Know It's Coming”

“I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.”

“Oh, I think my new slave is a wanton little slut. Aren’t you?”“No, I’m a good boy,” he moaned as he pushed his ass back on my hand. “I’m not a whore!”“You’re my whore,” I growled and fucked him with my fingers as I picked up the flogger someone had left on the table. I started spanking him hard with it. “Does my boy want to come?”“Yes,” he hissed and jumped when I slapped him with the toy again. “Please, master? I’ll do anything you want.”“You’ll do it whether I let you come or not!” I pulled my fingers free and walked over to the wall of toys. I grabbed a large butt plug and quickly pushed it into his ass. Then, before he could even get used to the size of it, I slapped the flogger against it. “Admit you’re a dirty slut.”“No! I’m a good boy,” Shely cried out again. “Please don’t breach my ass! I’ve never been with a man before.”