All my life I wanted to go to bed with an American, and now I had, and I'm beginning to see why people don't do it more often.

I considered sex work, but then I bent over and looked at my asshole in a mirror. Nobody was going to pay me for access to that thing.

I make love like others make money. You’ve got to spend money to make money, right? If not, then why am I paying for sex?


I’ll never rest on my laurels. If I’ve got more than one Laurel in my bed, rest is not how I plan on utilizing my mattress.

I make love like I make money. Well, I would, if somebody would actually pay me to have sex with them. So here I am, broke and sexless.

The two of you are different now, calmer. There is still sex, occasionally, but is no longer a priority to seduce or be seduced by him.

Is that how you get propositioned at the court? 'Mylady, would you be so kind as to allow me to put my manhood in your vagina'?

I remember the first time we made love like it was the second time. We never made love again, and I don’t regret it for a second.

Starving whilst schooled is like a man’s finding out that his wife is on her periods … a few seconds after he took Viagra.

I bet she likes it hard, from behind, probably likes to get spanked too. I mean, just look at her, she has a serious come-fuck-me-face.

With sex, I’d recommend practicing a lot. But remember, have fun with it. After all, you do want to get your money’s worth.

I’m sure you can manage from here”, and without a further word, he walked out of her room, then let himself out of her flat.

They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals—if they didn't devour you with the enthusiasm of one first.

Locking eyes with a shape-shifter was aggressive. Very aggressive. One generally didn't do that unless one wanted to fight. Or fuck.

Apparently, the easiest way to overcome any awkwardness of speaking about sex is to sterilize it and outsource it to the professionals.