A gentleman holds my hand.
A man pulls my hair.
A soulmate will do both.
The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking.
I'm done. I don't need anything more out of life. I have you, and that's enough.
Gentlemen are a dying breed.
Do your part to help out by supporting them sexually.
Sex should be about mutual enjoyment, connection, the borrowing from another’s fire at a moment when you want it most.
I hate society’s notion that there is something wrong with sex. Something wrong with a woman who loves sex.
Get up and get on the bed in the Master. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.
The act of sex is healthy, normal, God-given. It's the emotions and entitlement that everyone attaches to it that is harmful.
No one is normal. Everyone is just pretending to be normal.
Marrying the wrong person only denies you both a chance at your soul mate.
Security is a strange thing, a myth that the brain allows in exchange for a brief moment of peace.
A child is the quickest to trust because they have no concept of the depravity of our species.