Bokelskere.no

It was summer twilight, always the most beautiful time of day - so beautiful that man can't seem to mar it, and the world, sensing this, seems remarkably and momentarily untroubled.

I do think everyone would be a lot happier if we all laid eggs on our own and could just have friendships and didn't need to mount and penetrate one another.

I held my eyes away from her breasts, but her breasts were so full that I didn't need to see them to see them, if you know what I mean. I was picking them up on sonar.

I knew it might only be physical infatuation. But you know how it is. One thinks it's love, and sometimes, once or twice in a lifetime, it is.