Hissexywife: “His Eyes Darted Over The Surface Of My Face. Like A Moth To A Blaze He Was Hesitant, Seeming To Crave My Warmth But Not Its Inevitable Burn. He Explored Me From A Distance With His Unspoken Desire, With The Fear That Touching Me Would
hissexywife: “God,’ he said, ‘I have to have you.’ ‘Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.’ ‘Fuck you. I’m going to fuck you. That’s my verb.” ― C.D. Reiss, Resist
