Bwwm Quotes

I saw the last piece of innocence unfurl inside of her. -Nick Plato (from the story Platonick)

Prostitution was illegal in Kenya and was culturally a taboo. But what was a young orphaned girl with little education to do when she had to fend for three of her younger siblings? As she watched the waves hit the shores, she noticed a young handsome man staring at her from a distance.

Well,” Lynx said once the man was dead. “That was…uneventful.” “You’re as fickle as an old woman,” Zeus told Lynx. “One minute too much carnage, the next not enough.

Look here, cousin,” Big Country’s drawled in the background. “This here’s a car. We just got off a plane, and no matter how fast you push this bitch, she ain’t gon’ fly, so believe me when I say, I refuse to die over some foolishness you call love, not today.

Her father was an intimidating man who held fast to his belief in his African heritage; that black should not marry white to avoid racial confusion. She was in love with a white man whose mother wished to keep her family's heritage intact by not crossbreeding with another race.

Fun and killing ain’t synonyms to regular folks, Zeus.” .

Body language translation: hell yes, dipshit

I write, therefore I am.

I am blushing. I read enough erotica that my mother would probably die of embarrassment, and yet now I'm blushing in front of "Delilah Daniels". Please let the earth open up and swallow me whole.

Swap out one of these men with the mute, and I’ll be right as rain,” Randy said from his spot near the kitchen entrance. “Thought we were besties,” Bride mumbled into the shot of rum she’d pilfered from Randy’s cabinet.

A kiss is desire... A kiss is implied need... A kiss is the promise of things to come... A kiss is a thank you for the sheer pleasure you've just shared... A kiss is power... A kiss is something I crave. Every. Single. Day.

With a single glance from those mesmerizing eyes, my body starts to respond. He extends his hand and I reach out as if his touch is the only thing I need to survive. When he leads me to his bed and lowers me onto the soft sheets that match the blue green of his eyes, I realize that I am lost. Is this love, desire, lust, need? Yes, to all of the above. -B Buena

She tugged the sleeves down over her hands, stretching the fabric until the seams reached her fingernails. Then she locked her fingers around them to ensure they stayed down. Veda fought the urge to rip those sleeves from Coco’s grip and force her to wear them appropriately, or at the very least roll them up so she wouldn’t be tempted to yank at them. She could remember a time when she’d had the same habit, back in middle school. As if hiding her hands behind a thin piece of fabric would protect her from the world.

Finishing up my bath, I wrapped myself in a towel upon getting out of the shower. I went over to the mirror that was fogged from the steam in the atmosphere. With my hand, I swiped over it to get a full view of my face. I just stood there and stared at myself. I barely even recognized the woman I was looking at, anymore. I looked like a woman whose nose got opened up. I was feeling myself and didn’t know how to stop it. I was changing for the worst, and it wasn’t fair to my husband or the life-long vows we made to each other. What I was doing wasn’t an act of death, but if I didn’t stop, it would certainly due us apart. *I guess this is what happens when the flesh wants what it wants.* _Bijou La Valentna, I Don't Wanna Be A Murderer

Finishing up my bath, I wrapped myself in a towel upon getting out of the shower. I went over to the mirror that was fogged from the steam in the atmosphere. With my hand, I swiped over it to get a full view of my face. I just stood there and stared at myself. I barely even recognized the woman I was looking at, anymore. I looked like a woman whose nose got opened up. I was feeling myself and didn’t know how to stop it. I was changing for the worst, and it wasn’t fair to my husband or the life-long vows we made to each other. What I was doing wasn’t an act of death, but if I didn’t stop, it would certainly due us apart.' *I guess this is what happens when the flesh wants what it wants.*

Everyone has someone. It’s just a matter of meeting them. She’ll just walk into your life just like that, and that’s it.

Hey, Liv,” he said as he picked up in the middle of the second ring.

I guess everyone is secondhand,” he said. “We’re all just thrift shop finds. We’re not perfect. We come with baggage. Scuff marks. Chips. But sometimes you get lucky and you find that one piece that someone threw out that happens to be perfect for you.

Mike,” she said in her most seductive voice. “You know and I know that I want to get laid tonight. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a man. I’m interested in one room in this apartment and one room only.

I just want all this to end, James,” I replied.

Actually I grew up in foster care too,” admitted James.

He didn’t know if he was amused or unsettled by her ability to unbalance him the way she had. Correction. He didn’t know if he was amused, unsettled or pleased by her ability.

That was six years ago. We can’t keep turning our backs on chances to live or...at least stop denying ourselves pleasure.

FREE BWWM

There was nothing like working for clients who didn’t micromanage and left you alone to do what they’d paid you to do for them.

Who cares if you are liked? To be liked is no real comfort. A man who likes me will still fuck my girl behind my back, steal from me, everything. There is no point in bending for others and giving to others in order to be liked. Rarely will someone be grateful for it if you do. If you give him a fingernail worth, he will ask for an elbow’s worth.

doubted the condo portion of the building had any black or Dominican owners.

some of them sent curious glances her way. She imagined they didn’t get many black patrons here…

Someone gorgeous, with a good figure, who’s willing to do the work to regain it post pregnancy.

She’d been surprised to learn it had a semi-arid climate, with cactus plants growing right beside palm trees.

With a single glance from those mesmerizing eyes, my body start to respond. He extends his hand and I reach out as if his touch is the only thing I need to survive. When he leads me to his bed and lowers me onto the soft sheets that match the blue green of his eyes, I realize that I am lost. Is this love, desire, lust, need? Yes, to all of the above -B Buena

Instead of losing my virginity to a beginner-level dick, I went and got my cherry popped on expert mode.

It was the most amazing and intense orgasm I had ever had. Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.

Don’t leave me,” he rasps. “Accept me. Accept the darkness in me and kill it with your light.” - Ashton De Renwick

If you have no idea what I’m about to do, just watch and wait..then you’ll see time spin to a stop right before your eyes..and you’ll forget that world you once knew

Live life; love reading!

as he leaned over the edge of his massive, five-foot yacht