#her

Do I need permission to breathe, Sir? ↗

— Kallypso Masters

#kallypso-masters #nobody-s-hero #erotica

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #erotica

You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #lean-on-me #erotica

Chocolate's better than sex any day. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#chocolate #erotica #lean-on-me #erotica

If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #erotica

People say you're born innocent, but it's not true. You inherit all kinds of things that you can do nothing about. You inherit your identity, your history, like a birthmark that you can't wash off. ... We are born with our heads turned back, but my mother says we have to face into the future now. You have to earn your own innocence, she says. You have to grow up and become innocent. ↗

— Hugo Hamilton

#future #growing-up #growth #heritage #history

Whatever it takes to find the real you, don't be daunted if the rest of the world looks on in shock. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#find-where-you-are #find-you #finding-yourself #self-help #stephen-richards

No matter what a person does to cover up and conceal themselves, when we write and lose control, I can spot a person from Alabama, Florida, South Carolina a mile away even if they make no exact reference to location. Their words are lush like the land they come from, filled with nine aunties, people named Bubba. There is something extravagant and wild about what they have to say — snakes on the roof of a car, swamps, a delta, sweat, the smell of sea, buzz of an air conditioner, Coca-Cola — something fertile, with a hidden danger or shame, thick like the humidity, unspoken yet ever-present. Often when a southerner reads, the members of the class look at each other, and you can hear them thinking, gee, I can't write like that. The power and force of the land is heard in the piece. These southerners know the names of what shrubs hang over what creek, what dogwood flowers bloom what color, what kind of soil is under their feet. I tease the class, "Pay no mind. It's the southern writing gene. The rest of us have to toil away. ↗

— Natalie Goldberg

#southern-literature #southerners #writing #literature-quotes

What you gain here, you lose on the other side. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#gain #literature #literature-quotes #loss #other-side

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#another #dejan-stojanovic #leaf #literature #literature-quotes