He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.
That idea turned me on.
I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.
Dickhead. He makes a beeline for Kate, not even seeing the other women who are right in front of him. Tunnel vision. He wants her bad.
Where have I seen the look on his face before? Oh, yeah. In the mirror.
It was a superstition among them that a lover who smoked would always return, even from France. A man’s sexual capacity might be injured by smoking, but they would always prefer a faithful to a potent lover.
If we do not know ourselves to be full of pride, ambition, lust, weakness, misery, and injustice, we are indeed blind. And if, knowing this, we do not desire deliverance, what can we say of a man…?
Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you’ll be set free forever.
She was all about the present. Paint and blood and lust. The now.
Distance may be the segregator but our thoughts and dreams are what keep us together.
This is the gateway to Hell, baby… Welcome to The Underworld.
I understand it was Derian who spoiled everything. He purposefully tainted your view of me and forced you to go along with him. I know none of what happened was your idea or your desire, Eena.