Holly Riordan

You try to embarrass each other in public by slapping each other’s asses or by having fake arguments in front of strangers.

Even if your partner swears that they’re fine, you know when they’re pissed off at you by the way that they’re fidgeting and by the fake smile they’re wearing.

Sit on his lap when you’re out in public together. He’ll want you, but he won’t be able to have you, which will make him extra hard.

My best friend killed herself the day before her date, not wanting fate to control her life. The bullet didn’t hit the spot she wanted and it took her hours to bleed out. One day blended into the next and by the time her cheeks went cold, the date on her death certificate was the same as the date on her arm. But now it was my turn. My turn to either have the best, the worst, or the last day of my life.

“One of the hotels I work at was changing their room layouts, and when they moved a bed they found a red pentagram painted (I hope) on the carpet beneath it. “

I want to live with you, so we won’t feel the need to fill every moment with adventure to make sure we don’t waste what little time we have. So we can just lounge around and read on opposite ends of the couch without saying a word. So we can spend the entire day in bed, alternating between snoring and screwing.

You’re the type of person who would buy your partner soup and sing them silly little lullabies when they’re sick. You’re the type of person who would sit side-by-side with them on the couch, reading a book while they watched their favorite TV show. Doesn’t that make you a total catch?

Imagine you’re in a heated argument with someone sexy, and then they suddenly push you up against the wall and slide a hand up your skirt.

We’ll tell you we love you by letting you choose the movie on date night and by giving you the last bite of our ice cream. We’ll tell you we love you by doing the dishes when it’s your turn and by spending hours searching for your birthday gift. We’ll tell you we love you in a secret language we pray you understand.

Instead of stopping mid-cowgirl to tell him you’re too worn out to continue, order him to get on top of you. If you make it sound like you’re talking dirty, instead of admitting that you’re completely out of breath, he’ll be incredibly turned on.

He walked over to her, grabbed her by the nape of the neck, and dunked her head under the water. Even from the entryway, I could see the bubbles. Could hear her smothered screams.

If you were still alive, there would be one less tattoo adorning my body. One less date that made me burst into tears every single year.

The 6 year old grabbed a kitchen knife and started chasing me with it. And he wasn’t playing, either. He genuinely wanted to stab me, and almost got me on the arm.

You don’t live to please men. You’re going to do what you want when you want. If a guy doesn’t like it, then he doesn’t have to look at you.

Against a book case in the library, where you’re forced to keep your voices down.

I want to play with your hair while your tongue plays with my pussy.

Why would you allow that self-destructive voice to keep occupying your mind? Replace it with a loving voice that reminds you that you’re worth it. That you’re everything a person could ever hope to be.

You can send shivers through my skin, just by brushing your body against mine on accident. If your elbow can get such a strong reaction from me, then I can only imagine what your mouth is capable of doing.