The small-breasted ones want larger breasts. The large-breasted ones want smaller ones. The straight-haired ones curl their hair, and the curly-haired ones straighten theirs…
Quit fretting. We men love you."
he was tired. fourteen hour days at work were starting to make a dent on him. he looked at his watch. almost 10:30pm. he wanted to go home, get some dinner and sleep. he also wanted to see her, so he stopped by her apartment. she wasn’t expecting him and a big smile illuminated her face. she rushed to kneel at his feet. he leaned forward, held her chin and kissed her lips. then he unzipped his pants and started fucking her mouth. he was rough, holding her head with both hands as he masturbated into her. she let him do, she was his and his pleasure was hers. he wanted release and her body was at his disposal. he finally lunged forward and she took everything that flowed out of him. she licked him clean, lovingly, knowing that she was not only taking his sperm, but also freeing him from some of his stress, his troubles, his pain. she smiled when he kissed her forehead and wished her sweet drreams. she didn’t see his tears as he closed her door behind him.
"If I had to pick one concept to survive from all of my writing about sexuality, present and future, it’s that we should banish the idea that there are right and wrong ways to experience the pleasure of sex. The concept of failure should not enter the bedroom. If consenting adults have blundered into the bedroom and gotten at least partly naked and made some kind of contact with one another for a minute, the world is a better place, and everyone aside from those people can shut up about what should have happened and how it should have happened and when it should have happened and what should have been going through their heads while it happened."