"'Bea’s fieriness impressed me that night – her determination, her passion, her…'
'Her freedom.'
'That’s right. How did you know?'
'She says it over and over in the letters. She found her freedom…'"
The Secret Letters
"He pulled away to grab one last flower from the bedside table. He placed it behind my ear, decorating my hair. He whispered in my ear: 'Red poppy. Pleasure.' And from where he was at my side, he used his big hand and thick fingers to touch me".
Reading You
Annie, you’re amazing. I heave a sigh of pleasure, trying to entrap this delicious orgasm while clenching my legs as tightly as I can. Finally, serenity sets in, and I can feel the tension seeping away from my body. What a perfect moment.
The Hacker