Distorted Nyla K Quotes

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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 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.

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

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

He unleashes a killer smile,

I couldn’t be saltier if you paid me.

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

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

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

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.