Quotes by Amy Lane

About Amy Lane:

Amy Lane is a cricket ground in Chesham, Buckinghamshire. The first recorded match on the ground was in 1907, Buckinghamshire played the Worcestershire Second XI. Buckinghamshire next used the ground in 1951, and from 1951 to 1982 the ground hosted 32 Minor Counties Championship matches, the last of which saw Buckinghamshire play Suffolk. Buckinghamshire returned to the ground in 1993 to play the first and only MCCA Knockout Trophy match held at the ground, against Oxfordshire.
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And now Kit’s cock—which had mostly been used for taking a leak before that moment—woke up and screamed And Kit had given it a good handshake until it threw up.

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Oh—and you need to work on making my opinion more important than Josh’s, too. I know it’s a stretch—he’s your most intimate relationship to date, but when you’re balls deep in my ass, I’d prefer you not be wondering if it counts as a wo...

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Honestly—who puts a hamburger next to diet tofu curry unless they’re trying to buy your soul?

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You're the fantasy I never knew I had.

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That night Tommy kissed him and eased his way into Chase’s body so gently that when Chase came, his vision washed in white, not red, and it did for him what sex with Tommy always did for him: set him free and let him fly.

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So, he, uhm, all ac/ac, or a little ac/dc?" she asked, blushing, and Chase's grin about swallowed his face. "He claims to be ac/dc," he said, watching her face light up completely.

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I was asleep for almost ten years. And then this big goober with all these fucking weird animals moved into my house, and I was suddenly awake.

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Okay. Some things were made of hope. But not this thing. This thing he was doing, that was made of surrender. He did it anyway. At least when you surrendered, you had time to kiss the people you loved good-bye.

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'We're doing it because he's trying to look like a respectable member of the family and not the fucking mafia,' Dex snapped. He grimaced at Ethan. 'Sorry, man, but seriously--this is some fuckin' suit.' Ethan looked at himself and his spiffy shiny cu...

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He's MINE", I howled. "Mine! And I'm his! You knew this when you slunk into our bed. I told you at the beginning, and I thought you understood, well, you understand now, don't you?" He had the nerve to extend a placating hand to me, and I wished so v...

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Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts." "Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our heart...

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If you cannot see the fineness in my Hammer, you'd best look at him with better eyes.

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Hammer does not think he will make it through this next winter. His breath comes short in his chest, and it takes much effort for him to get up and dressed. My body is still creaky and sound, but with every labor of his breath, I think that my heart ...

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I know these are only dreams. I know these days are long past. I wake to a dream in which Hammer’s breath has stopped, and mine with it, and hearts have gone to a quiet sunny meadow with the sweetest little cottage in the middle, with a millwheel a...

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The scarf could go on and on and on and on, and it could be the harlot-red banner of shame that wrapped him up and kept him warm when the nights grew lonely and cold.

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Amazing how being bathed in arterial blood can wash out any lingering romantic disappointments.

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I think it's that we do not sleep together. You know, for the safety of the world." His eyes sparkled and there was just a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Okay," I said, and smiled back at him. "But kissing is allowed, right?" "Oh, defi...

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I will love you forever,” I murmured, and he stroked the hair off of my forehead. I will hold you to that.” His face was grim and his voice was sober—he touched my handprint of chaos as he said it, and I knew in my bones that it was a solemn vo...

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This whole time, I wasn't waiting for something in particular. Just someone who wanted me. Not sex. But me.

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...every vertebrae on his back was a prayer bead under my hands.

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