“Pat Boone still didn't cover public cunt-licks in Tips for Teens, and there really wasn't anybody to ask.”
“Don't kill me—you fucking cunt.Hot tip. If you're trying to get someone to not kill you, avoid calling him a fucking cunt.”
“Your mother's cunt has a peculiar tubular shape!' he yelled. 'Nonetheless, I tolerate its effluvium and enthusiastically lick its inner folds whenever she demands!”
“Still, I never really mind bad service in a restaurant. It makes me feel better about not leaving a tip.”
“I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.”
“It wasn't a question, but a warning. He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth towards mine. The first touch was just that- a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.”