“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 ass red, green, blue, whatever the fuck color you want.” — 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
“Scary isn't even in the same fucking universe as what I'm feeling right now, dude." Ball-crawling heebie-jeebies might come close.” — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“You have no right to run me out of here!" "Yes, I do, because it's my house. I live here now." He could have… — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
“She's getting pushy and borderline bratty. We need to have a talk with her about that." "Huh?" "That's almost topping from the bottom." Seth… — Tymber Dalton Copy Share Image
