Interviewer: “You and Simon Pegg, Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto had a much tweeted about night out. I haven’t got the pictures.”
Benedict: “My favourite one was the … we were remodeled into the Zoolander jeep with shakes going… *starts dancing in seat*”
I’M SO GLAD HE SAW THAT <3 hahahahahah
I am so done with this man why are we not best friends.
The Quiddity of Wilf Self, Sam Mills
Down, down, on to the eschatological bed. Pages chafed me; my blood wept onto them. My cheek nestled against the scratch of paper. My cock was barely a ghost, but I did not suffer panic.
Noughties, Ben Masters
We got up from the chair and she led me to her elfin grot, getting amonst the pillows and cool sheets. We trawled each other’s bodies for every inch of history.
Back to Blood, Tom Wolfe
Now his big generative jockey was inside her pelvic saddle, riding, riding, riding, and she was eagerly swallowing it swallowing it swallowing it with the saddle’s own lips and maw — all this without a word.
Rare Earth, Paul Mason
He began thrusting wildly in the general direction of her chrysanthemum, but missing — his paunchy frame shuddering with the efford of remaining rigid and upside down.
The Yips, Nicola Barker
She smells of almonds, like a plump Bakewell pudding; and he is the spoon, the whipped cream, the helpless dollop of warm custard.
Infrared, Nancy Huston
This is when I take my picture, from deep inside the loving. The Canon is part of my body. I myself am the ultrasensitive film — capturing invisible reality, capturing heat.
The Divine Comedy, Craig Raine
And he came. Like a wubbering springboard. His ejaculate jumped the length of her arm. Eight diminishing gouts. The first too high for her to lick. Right on the shoulder.
The Adventuress: The Irresistible Rise of Miss Cath Fox, Nicholas Coleridge
In seconds the duke had lowered his trousers and boxers and positioned himself across a leather steamer trunk, emblazoned with the royal arms of Hohenzollern Castle. ‘Give me no quarter,’ he commanded. ‘Lay it on with all your might.’
Take a Hint- Victoria Justice & Elizabeth Gillies
YOU ASKED ME WHAT MY SIGN IS AND I TOLD YOU IT WAS STOP
So let’s take a moment to talk about how fucking badass this fucking song is.
“STOP YOUR STARING AT MY *HEY*”
WOW THIS IS GREAT ALL FAITH RESTORED INTO NICKELODEON THANK YOU OMG
i really like this
wow this is mindblowingly awesome