Men Sometimes Have To Leave Their Ladies

Coffe Is The Perfume Of Morning.

Well, That's Certainly... Adequate," I Told Him, Burying My Face In His Chest. I Knew Immediately I'd Picked The Wrong Word. "adequate?" He Took My Hand, Placed It On The Part In Question. It Immediately Began To Stir. He Moved My Hand On It, And I Obligingly Circled It With My Fingers. "this Is Adequate?" "maybe I Should Have Said It's A Gracious Plenty?" "a Gracious Plenty. I Like That," He Said.

I Hate Witches. Humans Had The Right Idea, Burning Them At The Stake.

Woo Woo, Secret Vampire Stuff!

There’s No Way You Can Kill Someone And Get To The Other Side Of The Experience Unchanged.