Weed etiquette rule – whoever rolls the joint, gets the first hit.

Hook up with you?” He chuckled. “Rainbow? I’d spread you wide open and consume your soul. You’d have nothing left to give to another man.

I may need to stop reading Benny’s journals. That was a bit too gangster just now.

Your arousal is like the sweetest perfume I’ve ever smelled... I can sense it all around me – tingling against my skin, thickening your blood and shoving me off the edge of insanity.

Women formed from black smoke come to me at night and they scream for me to not cut their throats or twist those tiny necks. They beg and cry. Then right at the moment when I can’t take anymore, I rush up to them, slashing at the smoke with my hands. Do they go away? Never. They turn into familiar faces.

I want you to go back to your memories and count the times you failed and then, count the times you broke through those barriers to win again.

Don’t search too long. I like to hear you beg.

There’s always a price.

Go deeper, deeper than you’ll ever know. Swim inside of me, baby, I’m loving the way you flow. Go deeper, I love the way you stroke, and I’m dripping baby, soaking wet –.

I’m your favorite nightmare and your worst dream all in one. I’m everything you shouldn’t want. And you’re everything I need.