“Leah moaned. Not in pain, but in a "oooh, someone's getting fucked soon and I hope it's me" way.” — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“Can't I just shoot you in the ass with paintball pellets? Those fuckers hurt. I'm an expert marksman with firearms. I could turn your… — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“Basic Carpentry in the afternoon, and Sadomasochism 101 in the evening.” — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“She doesn't flip your switch. I get it." "Never say switch to a Dom, Leah. In either context. I don't do one and I'm… — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“This isn’t exactly a conversation two guys have over coffee. ‘Hey, dude, how well does your wife shave your balls?” — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“He never wanted to hurt someone. Well, not like that, at least. He was a sadist, not an asshole.” — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“She leaned forward. He thought she might kiss him, but she simply touched her forehead to his. "You have a very nice cock, Sir."… — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“She waited until she finished todo it, resisting the urge to play with herself. But dammit, when they got home she'd wank herself like… — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“Having survived something like that, it shows a person they can take more than they thought. It tempers the soul, and if it doesn't… — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“I’m going to miss him like hell when he’s gone,” she eventually continued. “It’s going to rip half my soul out. If you weren’t… — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
