Aw, so he used you as a penis cozy and then left? Guys are pigs.

Private moments held not a candle to coitus, not even the expensive kind of candle that made the whole room smell of far off seasons.

It seemed inequitable at best that one could and did gain a reputation for things that left one both physically and emotionally unsatisfied.

Roselyn adored the scent of sex, the wafting aroma of angel fontanels before they earn their halos.

There is little worse than when the person to whom you want to apologize is having great sex in your room.

Sex was this primal connection like no magick she had ever known, even separated by a millimeter of latex. She knew that some combined the two and, while she could see how this would improve the magick, it would dilute the sex.