Quotes by : Deborah Wilde

What better way to lose that hangover headache than get drunk again? Oh, the joys of being Canadian with....

The twin desires to both smack the smug off his face and rip off his pants to see for myself should have....

Mornings after sucked. Walks of shame were a necessary evil, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed shimmying....

Even with all the lights off, the room was as bright and insistent as Martha Stewart’s smile.

An icy slither ran up my core as I stared at my right hand, its tremors Richter scale violent. Was this....

My cheeks still bulging with wine, I properly scoped out the room. Mom? Check. Dad? Check. Ari? Check?....

What’s-his-name had started out with all the promise of a wild stallion gallop, but he’d ended up....

Even though his ass extended past the seat, it was so rock hard that it didn’t droop over the sides.....