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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
Eric lifted the long lock of hair that he dyed a different vibrant color every forty-nine days without fail and stared at it. His memory had served him correctly. It was currently cobalt blue—the exact same shade as the under-layer of her hair. What were the chances? It had to be kismet. Destiny. Fate. Providence. All of the above... She’d said her name was Rebekah. That was Eric’s favorite name. At least, now it was.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
If my heart grows any fonder, it's going to hop out of my chest and into yours.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
Tomorrow was my second chance to make things right but it never came. I’m sorry I never treasured the time we had for those regrets I take the blame. You gave everything you had. I took without giving back.” Sed paused in his song, feeling ridiculous for singing it to her while they made love. “Baby, you realize this song is about Trey’s dead dog, don’t you?
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
Oh, hey, kettle, I’m pot and wow, you’re black.” - Owen
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
She pulled away from Eric's grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him. "Let me suck you off," she said. "Please.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
That look will get you diamonds, baby,” he said, “but not my cock pierced.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
The past can't be changed," she said. "The future can't be predicted. All we really have is the present. So none of that matters to me.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
This is why we work together," he said. "We're different, but harmonious".
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
What's truly sexy about a woman isn't what she wears. It isn't how much time and attention she spends on her hair. It's no that her bra matches her panties. It's the way she thinks, moves, speaks. That's what's sexy about a woman.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
Would you like to sit?" Kellen asked her. "You'd better do it soon," Owen whispered close to her ear, "or I'm going to bend you over that table and break the club's no-penetration-in-the-lounge rule.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
You fuckin' rock, baby," he murmured. "You rock at fuckin', baby.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” “If my heart grows any fonder, it’s going to hop out of my chest and into yours.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
You're like Mr. Romance and Mr. Porn Star wrapped in one.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
You're weird." "You're weird too," she said defensively. "I guess that means we're perfect for each other." He stared into her eyes, challenging her to deny it. "I guess so," she said. He smiled.
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By AnonymOlivia Cunning
You want to go somewhere?' he asked. 'Like now? its late.' 'isn't las vegas the city that never sleeps?' 'i think that's new york.' 'right. this is sin city.
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