Distorted Nyla K Quotes

But it’s not that simple. All the things I used to see as black and white have distorted into a mass of gray; complexities I never knew existed now consuming me.

This book is dedicated to anyone brave enough to embrace your issues… Courageous enough to dance with your demons. Here’s to the beautiful deformities in us all.

Maybe we’re two mangled, jagged pieces who could click together, despite all the fires burning around us.

I… I have trouble getting it to go down. Especially in stressful situations,” he mutters, giving me a guilty look. I swear to God, this kid is going to be the death of me. There’s something about his issues that just turns me the fuck on. He’s completely naked in front of me, shivering because he’s worried and it’s goddamn cold in here, just like I told him it would be, and his dick is hardening, his cheeks still fucking pink, lips all soft and pouty. I can’t take it.

You can escape from just about anything… Anything but yourself.

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.

Officer Kemper is dark, scary and unpredictable. I don’t understand how it’s possible for someone to go from tasing and handcuffing you in order to force sexual acts, to spooning you and bringing you eggs. It was basically breakfast in bed, and now I have a cage on my cock.

The world isn’t black and white, especially not with you. You’re a prism of color, reflecting every beautiful thing back, and I never want to let that go.

If mine is a king, then his is the dragon who burns down the castle.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra, which goes: “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

The things we do in the dark are one thing… but could we step out into the light? Together?

I don’t want to be controlled by the shoulds of the world.

If I could feel bad, I might. But I can’t, so I don’t. He looks pretty when he’s miserable. Added bonus.

You don’t need to ask me for anything, Luscious,” he rumbles, gaze cutting into me like goddamn razors. “I’ll give it to you, regardless.

I owe it to the fake Kemper, who I’m now accepting in my mind as a sort of Tyler Durden-type imaginary friend. If Edward Norton can pull it off in Fight Club, then it’s a good enough rationalization for me. Plus, his was Brad Pitt, so ya know. Pretty awesome. But I’d take Officer Kemper over Brad any day. Sorry not sorry.

Did you like it?” He whispers, and he’s not taunting me. He doesn’t sound foreboding or threatening. He’s just asking, genuinely interested. I shake my head for no, but then I mumble, “Yes.” He smiles at me, one of those illuminating things, like the time he watched me from outside the window. It’s a nice smile. It’s… pretty. No. No, I don’t want him. I don’t want this.

I’m my own person. I don’t care if he’s a sadist, or a Dominant or whatever. If he wants a submissive, he can go to a sex club and find one. I’ve never been interested in stuff like that. I like different things as far as sex goes, but I’ve always thought people involved in BDSM take themselves a bit too seriously. I just like what I like, and apparently sometimes I don’t even know what I like. But that doesn’t mean I want some big asshole trying to be my Daddy.

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.” —Sade Andria Zabala War Songs

I couldn’t be saltier if you paid me.

The walls of protection your parents are supposed to build for you, we made that shit on our own.

Or maybe we crossed a line into something deeper. We shared something last night, I suppose. It’s heavy to think about, but I like heavy.

He thinks he’s in here for robbing a bank? Meaning, he doesn’t know what’s in his file… He doesn’t know… Or he doesn’t remember?

He unleashes a killer smile,

I have to use your toothbrush?” He looks skeptical and I tilt my head. “You can throat my cock and swallow my cum, but the toothbrush is going too far?

Baby, if there’s any sort of wound inside you, then I’ll be your tourniquet.

I don’t want him to know some twisted part of me enjoyed some part of what just happened. I don’t know which part… It started out as the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, but my body rarely reacts the same way my mind does.

I dream at night about taking a knife to my wrists. Slicing along my veins and watching the thick blood erupt from my body, gushing and draining me until there’s nothing left. Sick sick sick. You’re sick. Disgusting. Vile! I cover my face with my arms, trying to shake away the voices, but they won’t stop. They’re so loud.

hear them shouting things at Dash, and my fists clench at my sides. He’s not theirs to taunt. The memory of him being pleasured by that mouthy little slut Warren Xavier assaults my mind and I close my eyes, tugging on my hair while an uncontrollable growl leaves my lips. I don’t want anyone touching what’s mine, especially not Alabaster Pen’s resident manipulative liar. Ren tells everyone he used to be a high-end escort on the outside, but I don’t believe a word of it. Everything out of his mouth is bullshit, and the only time he stops spouting it is when said mouth is busy taking things in. My teeth nearly ground to dust when I saw Dash watching it, his beautiful cock disappearing inside that mouth filled with lies. The last thing Dash needs is to get sucked in by Ren, pun intended. He’s like a fucking plague.