I frowned. “Are you sure about this? It’s a bit short.” “So? It’s poetry, not dick size.
J.L. MerrowNo, that’s just Saturdays.” The whisper came from an orange-belted ninja. Did that make him a ginja?
J.L. MerrowSo come on, tell me all the dirt about your date. Did he tie you up with his black belt? Show off his mystic knowledge of Eastern sex practices? What?” I let my head slump into my hands. “He gave me a kiss and said good night.” “He didn’t! The bastard.
J.L. MerrowA pirate once shouted ‘Avast! I’ve caught you, you seadog, at last! Best pull out your sword— I’m coming aboard! Drop your britches, and climb up me mast!
J.L. MerrowWhen a bloke takes you out for a meal You’d think sex would be part of the deal Not a pat on the head And a cold lonely bed When he leaves without copping a feel
J.L. MerrowLead me!” I told him fervently. “Astray is, like, my favourite place ever.
J.L. MerrowKeisha frowned. “Maybe he’s hoping for hidden depths?” “I haven’t even got hidden
J.L. MerrowIf I really cared about Matt, I wouldn’t want him to be unhappy. And I was fairly sure that mourning the untimely death of a live-in lover was likely to be a bit of a downer, at least for a day or two.
J.L. MerrowMots clés humor m-m-romance
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