I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.

And there is my payment the rubies in your cheeks. Are you properly scandalized by your wicked behavior? If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. Do you remember making me swear to repeat all those naughty actions agian, no matter what you said this morning?" Now that he brought it up, I did recall saying that. Great Betrayed by my own immorality. "God, Bones...some of that was depraved." "I'll take that as a compliment." He closed the distance between us."I love you. Don't be ashamed of anything we did, even if your prudery is on life support.

Doubt: How can I know? Truth: How can you not?

Dark alleys, like social networks, are romantic, because you never know what might happen while I perform there every Caturday night. Cats do know, but won't tell. So don__ even ask.

I'm like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don't leave.

I doubt you__e ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?__is chuckle was soft. __an__ say that I have, Kitten.___eah, well, consider me an original.__his time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment.__ always have.