She wears those old fashioned pj's like body armour. Going to bed these days is like wresting with Kevlar.
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The sad thing is that sometimes I just wanna roll over and give her a little cuddle, but the bolster pillow she insists on sleeping with down the middle of the bed between us means I’d need to be a mountaineer as well as a locksmith.
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Nothing works. My throat, my eyelids - nothing but my heart, which - oh god – am I having a panic attack? No, no, you don't almost orgasm with a panic attack.
PoppetMots clés humor paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance
Not that I did, bang her that is. I’m not saying I wouldn’t, how could I ever be sure about something like that?
PoppetMots clés humor paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance
Levelling my stare at him I drop a hint like a penny into a well, “You mentioned you were tied up. Win, you should have reserved that privilege for me.
PoppetMots clés humor paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance
Lifting the bedcovers I see out of my one operational eye that my trousers are still wrapped around one leg and I now have a tie on. Now that was a neat trick – how’d I manage to get my shirt off without talking off the tie first?
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His voice... my nipples are like tuning forks responding to that pitch – that purrrrr.
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Eve is married to my credit card, not me
PoppetMots clés humor paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance
If you fuck like your eyes do, your wife must be one delighted lady.
PoppetMots clés humor paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance
she never even wore stockings; just those bullet proof tights that you see on old maids.
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