You can keep your sparkly vampires. They’re not for me. Give me a shaggy, wild, barely-controlled beast of a man any day. I want hair and fur and claws and rippling muscle. And that’s exactly what I got with him.
I yawned so hard my jaw cracked.
It was one of those cold, grey, wet Sunday afternoons in winter when you can’t bear to go outside.
Charly is the biggest woman I’ve ever met. And it’s not fat either. OK, maybe she’s a little doughy around the mid-section, but it suits her. It adds to her wonderful sense of bulk.
Your girl doesn’t take it there, does she? She’s a good girl.
She said she liked me, really liked me. But then, lap dancers always say that. Right?