… later, she would tell him that there had been a crackling magic in the air and he would tell her that his desire at that moment was so intense that his groin ached.
When she finally felt that desire, she was surprised above everything else. She did not know that a man’s thrusts could suspend memory, that it was possible to be poised in a place where she could not think or remember but only feel. –Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
My life’s been great since I’ve trained my mother to know her place.
Cherry licking my boot during her initiation as house slave of The Upper Floor
got boots? (Jennifer Eccen)