Adrienne West

Every time he walks by me in the apartment he grabs me like I’m his and he has to have me.

As soon as you walk in the door tonight I’m getting on my knees.

“I broke up with my ex-girlfriend but I couldn’t stop fucking her for an entire year because she would text me things like ‘I’m still thinking about the way your face looks when I’m swallowing your cum. I need to see it again.’ How can you say no to that?”

First of all, I get zero work accomplished whatsoever.

The fact that you’re sneaking off to send him these pics when you’re supposed to be a good girl and helping out with whatever family stuff will drive him crazy.

I don’t really care when or how many times he says this, it’s always incredibly hot.

This phrase sent as a text in the morning is like a talisman for good sex that night.

I could feel his eyes on me as I twisted her blonde hair in my fingers, pulling her closer. We were giggling as our lips touched.

He was the sexiest of all the men I’ve dated. Is it shallow to say that’s why I loved him?

I want to feel the weight of a man’s body on mine.

There was this kid-on-Christmas-morning quality to him as the guesses slipped out of his mouth.

I thought my immediate reaction would be hurt, but it wasn’t. It was an overwhelming feeling of being turned on, of immediate wanting. I couldn’t believe that I was going to get to do this.