A dicking? Is that what you want, Camille? Because if it is let me assure you that a dicking I can give but neither of those two ass-clowns will ever touch you again once I do. So unless you can make that choice; don’t tease me, Precious.

I'm a chamaleon, ever-changing, always evolving, and eager for the next phase of metamorphosis. This is me, imperfections, inconsistencies, passion, and desires. I make myself happen, because if I didn't you can be damned sure nobody else would.

I'm just a woman with a dream, and a pen.

A writer's job is never finished.

Dreams are the things which we conceive, and we can achieve them if only we would believe.

The spouses of authors ought to really read their better halves books. What is found amidst those pages may enlighten them to knowing a side of their partner that can only be seen on the written page.

Pretty words cannot always hide the evil that man holds inside.

Those men aren’t fucking men. They’re pansy-ass rich boys who think they own the fucking world. They wouldn’t know a real Dom from their asshole on their best day.

You're a damn pathetic sub yourself talking to me like that, Jules. Shut your cockholster, and let me do the real man's work. I've found a flower growing amidst your wild ass jungles, and I intend to enjoy her fragrance like a fine fucking vintage.

I used to think that other people defined the boundaries of life. Rushing in to impress others, and get them to like me gnawed at me in the back of my mind. Criticism came as a horrifying blade straight into my heart. Now I see that they were self-imposed limitations. While obstacles were always present the fundamental truth behind this epiphany is one words cannot even describe. I was my own propellant, and the moment I realized it my entire world changed.