"What do you want?", he asks.She considers. She is not sure. she wants to be snuggled, held close and stroked and cherished. But she also wants to be ...hurt. And, of course, she wants to be fucked.What she is craving most of all is their connection. What she is craving is submission. Ownership, even.He watches her as she thinks. He sees the different thoughts crossing her mind and expression at the same time. He sees her eyes glaze over and her head cock to one side as her slow, sleepy brain. As her father gave her away in marriage, the bride gave him back his credit card.Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.Three friends from the local congregation were asked, “When you’re in your casket, and friends and congregation members are mourning over you, what would you like them to say?”Artie said, “I would like them to say I was a wonderful husband, a fine spiritual leader, and a great family man.”Eugene commented, “I would like. Cathy had thought about getting a nipple piercing before, and she knew she had the perfect chance to surprise him when he got home. As Max lay on top of his adoring girlfriend, he lifted her up to undo her bra. He took a glance at her tits, surprised to see shimmering silver rods under her nipples. He noticed the piercing was still bruised, so he ran his thumb over it, making Cathy smile and moan slightly. “When did this happen, baby girl?” Max asked as he began sticking his head into her. ....that was her word. A few days later I went to see her. We talked about what I wanted to do which included having meetings for those living in the small community in an effort to enlist their support. She said she would happily attend any meetings, take notes of the proceedings, and make them available for me to use. I thanked her as I was preparing to get up and leave, when from out of nowhere, she asked me if I enjoyed sex. A bit taken aback (and not thinking of my wife) I just.