Alessandra Torre Quotes
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Alessandra Torre Famous Quotes & Sayings
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What you do to me, Julia, your fucking sassy mouth, your tight little body ... I want to make you do such bad things.
Begging for More Kim Karr It was an instant attraction ... never intended to be more than a quick lay.
She fucks because she loves it and loves through it. It is her gift to the world, and I am lucky enough to be a part of that world.
I stare across the table at Jeremy, and wonder if I will make it through our first date without trying to kill him.
A Sunday. Only Yankees would think that was an appropriate time to thrust themselves into our lives. Sunday, the Lord's Day.
I gave him that watch, back when I spent weekends with Daddy's AMEX in my wallet and eight inches of Vic in my hand.
Today is the day that you create worlds, you change lives, you make a something, a someone, out of nothing.
Today is the day you become a writer.
Today is the day you become a writer.
I am grateful for the chaos. Grateful for the immense change that it brought. Grateful that now, I am in a pleasant state of calm.
For us, silence is all we have ever known. I do not speak because I do not know what to say. He does not speak because he has no interest in talking.
They think their Mercedes makes them a better person, when - to us - it's just an indication of low self-esteem.
Something inside of him twisted in an ugly manner. The girl had a damn movie star on her front porch and had looked away.
Liar." I accused.
He laughed and leaned in, close enough for only me to hear his response. "Yes, baby. And so are you.
He laughed and leaned in, close enough for only me to hear his response. "Yes, baby. And so are you.
I love fucking you, he whispered, still moving inside me, slow and delicious, burying himself with every stroke.
True love tests the boundaries of our person, makes us yearn to be better and fight for the ground we stand on.
You will bend for me, spread for me, allow me to have every inch of surface, all while screaming my name and shuddering into my heart.
On the bed - now," he ordered, yanking the band of his shorts and dropping them on the floor. "I need to fuck right now more than I need to breath.
I hate society's notion that there is something wrong with sex. Something wrong with a woman who loves sex.
Didn't want to know what made a few squeals come from that general vicinity. That was textbook romance. I'd give up an ovary for that right there.
Cole should have known better. This man had probably tied down his wife and forced the wedding ring on her hand. He
Did I at least look kick ass?" "In your baggy tee, grandma bathing suit and ripped shorts?" he grimaced. "Oh yeah. Totally kick ass.
I will not love you. I will have no use for you other than sex and photo ops. That is something you might want to consider when making your decision.
I have been with a hundred women, but never loved one until her. I could be with a thousand more and never find another Layana.
I want you to be happy. I want to do my job so that you can move past this divorce and have a chance at normality.
The word 'tight' has twenty-two definitions, but my favorite is Webster's fifth - "a bond which cannot be broken.
How much money I have is not indicative of my worth. If it was, then I would be the lesser individual on this porch.
Incredible how quickly a world can change. How my entire person, our friendship, can be reduced to nothing, with just one confession.
But on this man the look was different. Hungry and possessive, he ate me with his stare, with the blatant desire that he made no attempt to hide.
Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.
Sex should be about mutual enjoyment, connection, the borrowing from another's fire at a moment when you want it most.
I am grateful that I got kicked in the ass. That I had a taste of reality before I traveled too far and that persona became permanent.
The act of sex is healthy, normal, God-given. It's the emotions and entitlement that everyone attaches to it that is harmful.
There is a level when your heart breaks past the point of repair. When it shatters into pieces that cannot be glued back together.
Snow. Falling snow is what brought us together. That and his hurried life, which collided us in the first place.
I was, and still am, a dramatic rider. I believe that there's no point in doing something if you aren't going to do it with all of your heart.
Maybe one day I'll read something that helps to explain it, something that offers some justifiable reason for my insanity's existence.