Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.Good things come to those who wait.

I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?

Sex parties, alcohol and drugs lost their appeal to Sven after a while. Music never did, in his continual search for that sober connection--intimacy with one person over a long period of time, as opposed to periods of intimacy with a bunch of random faces.

Now? I'm just another female faking orgasms to make a man not feel so inadequate.

There's more to the erotic life than explicitness.

Because I want to have sex with him--and because that's sinful--I'm blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny.

Having random sex the way Tania did sounded kinda...hollow. I didn’t want to live in a Hollowland.

They seemed to be together as one, somewhere else in a place that was lighter than air.