Willow Madison Quotes

I've never felt remorse before. It's disgusting.

In one night, I went from a man in complete control over everything in my life to a mixed-up mess, falling for a chick way more fucked up than I ever could have imagined. Falling for her? Fuck, try already fallen, jackass.

Some men just can't stomach the necessary steps it takes to make a good girl great.

He doesn't back away from the darkness; he wades into the murkiest shadows with me. We share a need that blends everything into one long grasp for the improbable. It's a healing to a tear, a filling of a void, a bending to a demand for more. And I give it all to him, laying open every remembered tear, every void, every demand to make it his own, our own.

I've succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I've embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he's conquered. I've known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.

I like the idea of you on an island..."
"Oh...why's that?" She's squinting up at me, her eyes brighter than the sea in the setting sun.
"I could keep you all to myself. You'd be trapped, only able to come and go as I please...I'd be your Caesar..."
She laughs and reaches her hand out to me, "Don't you already have that power...without need of a sea?

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

Would Boris like a naughty Natasha in his bed?

I'm silenced by his right hand cupping my chin and ear, his left hand flattening against my ribs as he gently pushes me back against the wall.
I can feel the brick pressing into my naked upper back, cold and rough. His kiss is slow, tender...firm. His lips are warm, tongue smooth and flat, filling my mouth...I can't even feel my own tongue...taking my breath away with his.

He gets hard seeing his marks on me. I get wet knowing this. I don't try to analyze it. It's just us.

When I look in the mirror... I know that I belong to him...that I will never be the same again. I've let him punish me...

This is a forum for readers. Authors walk these halls at their own risk. I've been to the Coliseum in Rome. GR is just that. Books are gladiators. Readers are ravenous citizens awaiting their next bite of entertainment, all Caesars with thumbs readied for judgement. Even champions fall prey to sword now and then. And you know what they say about the pen and the sword…the analogy is a bit muddled, but it's in there somewhere.

Are you jealous?" She has a half-smile, a laugh waiting to escape.
"No. Not jealous." I squeeze her to me, lifting her off the ground back onto her tip-toes. "Possessive. You belong to me." I push her away. "Take off that dress." I allow some anger into my voice. "Now!" She jumps in place a little and reaches behind her to unzip. I grab her shoulders and twist her around. Putting my hands at the base of her neck, I rip the dress down the middle, tearing the zipper apart. She half gasps, half cries out. "You won't be wearing that again.

I want to take my time hurting her. I am an animal, a monster. and i love it.

I was told I have obsessive behavioral traits. I looked up everything to do with obsession after that.

Acting so obviously submissive to Max around strangers, I felt a lot of humiliation. The looks from people, the comments. But I also felt this strange sense of pride. I am his possession, his property. And I'm proud of that. I'm proud of how happy I make him.

I like the rough feel of denim against my pussy. Even more after rough sex.

I want you to be afraid of making me angry…this will help you to remember how to behave.

I'm the answer to her pain. She's my answer for the need for it.

I know what you think…like most girls do…that you have to work hard at a career, get ahead, be just as ambitious as a man." She raises an eyebrow to this, but stays quiet. "I don't want a girl who wants to be a man's equal. I want a girl who understands her place.

Public displays of inappropriate behavior are a favorite hobby of mine, a cheap thrill.

Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She's offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.