Quotes by Tara West

Holy shit, he was harder that a rod of steel, and as his leg ground out a torturous rhythm between my thighs, I realized I was hotter than spring in Seattle.This was not a dream, this was real, and I had just fondled the boner of the Grim Reaper.

Some people say Earth is the bottom level of Purgatory. She pointed toward the floor and frowned.I call it the top floor of Hell.

You wish for whats called wooing. This customary game, where the man shows the woman that resistance is impractical, strikes me as quite pointless.