That headline was a wild adventure from start to finish.
the bad sex awards are my favourite literary prize tho
i dont want to live anymore
Her pussy tasted like anchovies and her butthole smelled like tobacco. This is what straight men think is sexy and erotic.
If this man is married I feel so so SO sorry for his wife…
I had to put down my phone and walk around the room to calm down.
If I had to see this Monstrous Crime then you all have to suffer with me
LMAO
S I N
IF I HAVE TO SEEE THIS HORROR SO DO YOU.
DON’T NOBODY EVER COMPLAIN ABOUT MY SMUT AGAIN.
*covers eyes* Jesus titty fucking Christ.
WHAT THE FUCKING POTATOES.
I’m sorry I have to expose you to this, peeps, but I am so freaking angry. I officially never want to hear shit about romance novels because of the sex EVER again. The next person to say a word about it is going to get a print out of this scene set on fire and stuffed up their “vineyard”.
*male writer voice* i don’t remember her name. it’s not important. i met her at a record store and she went home with me because i offered to buy her cigarettes. she had amazing perky breasts. we drank cheap whiskey and had sex three times that night and then she told me she wanted to be a dragonfly because they were free. i slept with her many times after that. but one day she stopped returning my calls and i don’t know why. that was seven years ago. on monday she got hit by a bus and died. i saw it in the newspaper so i went to her funeral and it made me sad. i don’t know why. i hate my mother even though she pays my rent while i write poetry about masturbating in the shower
↳ “Four years ago I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do, which was just to wait. And a lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl I work with, but I think even then I knew that I was waiting for my wife.”
ballets or musicals? art or literature? reader or writer? cafe or library? poetry or prose? art galleries or history museums? silk or velvet? regency or victorian? piano or violin? hardcover or paperback?
“Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper. […] Once, she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.”
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