When you really thought about it crying was a rather bizarre thing for any creature to be capable of. What purpose did it serve other than revealing too much?

Your indignant behavior over the slightest perceived gender inequality makes it almost certain that inequality is what you masturbate to at night.

You may get me to say the word, but know this, you will never truly own me. That right belongs to my real master. You may take his symbol off my hip, but there will...

I felt that if he touched me, I’d die. and then the thought crawled into my brain that if he didn’t touch me, I’d die.

He said it with everything he did, every touch, every caress, every physical pleasure he bestowed upon me. Give it all to me. Give me your will.