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“You believe what you are and you are what you believe. This is a vicious or virtuous cycle in which we are all trapped. Our faiths and beliefs are like walls erected around us that provide us security but also act like a prison by blocking our view from the complete reality. We live in a make-believe world, oblivious to the reality that exists outside the four walls of our beliefs. The deep-rooted belief is called ‘faithâ€�, which is responsible for many good things, but also for much of the evil in the world.”
― Awdhesh Singh, Myths are Real, Reality is a Myth

“Putting a condom on is like raising your own flag, there is a solemn sensation when it is all erected.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, "Darling, it's not only about sex"

“That's twice you've played your little lord-of-the-manor card."
I grin, having fun. "What was the promise? Oh, right. The third time I do so, you make a jerk-off gesture?"
Delilah sets a hip against the back of North's chair as she faces me. I don't like the proximity of her butt to his head. At all. But she's smirking at me with those pouty lips. "Let me save you the trouble."
With her free hand, she makes a loose fist and pumps it. The gesture is expected, but not the bolt of heat that punches through my gut and goes straight to my cock.
Fuck. I can practically feel her hand on my swollen flesh, the tug she'd give me. Biting back an internal groan, I give her a lazy smile. "Looks like you've had some practice with that, Tot."
Practice some more. I'm here all week, willing victim.
She doesn't blink. "I'm multitalented, Con Man."
"I just bet you are." My dick is rapidly rising, getting heavy in my pants. Hell. Calm yourself, Saint. The request is easier said than done. She's locked eyes with me, unwilling to back down. And she has no idea what she's stirring up. It isn't anger I'm feeling.
I'm in so much trouble.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy