A woman isn't a whore for wanting pleasure. If it were unnatural, we would not be born with such drives.
My sub doesn't pay for me,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “That just doesn't happen.” “But we ordered so much,” I say helplessly. “It made you happy,” he says simply. “Now I get to play with you. And that makes happy.” “I don't ...
I participate in BDSM, but I wasn't abused as a child. I don't hate women, or particularly enjoy hurting women. Sometimes I make them feel pain, but it's consensual, it serves a purpose—to get them off—and they can indicate that they wish me to s...
In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.
It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.
She said my glasses made me look like a butch jock's locker room bitch.
When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line.
All friends have secrets. We're like three-dimensional shapes on paper; we all have hidden sides. And there's some secrets we don't even reveal to ourselves.
My book sales are way down today. Also, I've received two scathing reviews. One of them calls me “a purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.
Butt holes are like a one-way street; they were made the way they were for a reason.
