Her sexuality wasn't coy or cute. She wasn't saucy; she was feral. Her very presence on the earth stirred me.

I’m not about to suck your dick so you’ll make a call for me.”“And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we've cleared that up, can you get on with it?

He breathed a deep ahh and said, “Where did you learn to do that?”“Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” I said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.”He laughed. “I’d like to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment.

God, she was one big nerve ending, that girl, and those big brown eyes got just a little wider when she was close. And those bruises. And how she begged for them.I knew she was special the night I met her, I just didn't know how special.

Drazen’s lips were more than lips; they were the physical memory of myself before I shut out sex to pursue music.

What is your type?"I shrugged. "Non-existent.