Span

anxiety is an enemy to pregnancy.

Married Gold

it will all be alright in the end so if it is not alright it is not yet the end.

Fun Sway

I've moved my mysteries from under the bed and into the closet.

Never Turn Your Back to the Tiger

the mediator between the head and the hands must be the heart.

Beware the Dwarf

No one's gonna mess with Stella unless Stella wants to be messed.

With Elvis as a Witness

love is a gift not an obligation.

underneath those furs

treat a dame like a lady and a lady like a dame.

Oldboy

Didn't see that one Cumming : Over 50 Hours of Surprised Cum Shots

AMPS

When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back at you.

B'rain

when you come face to face with destiny would you rather be the bear or the one holding the shotgun?

Ne Plus Ultra

...between two particular people, any two people on earth, the range of pure sensational experience is limited. The climax of sensual reaction, once reached in any direction, is reached finally, there is no going on. There is only repetition possible, or the going apart of the two protagonists, or the subjugating of the one will to the other, or death.

He Reason She Wisdom

...in the deeper hours of the night I began to look at myself, to consider myself and my condition, to measure the life I'd led so far. I did not know what made me this way. I did not know of any other way I could be. I did not know what was inside me or how I could redeem what was hidden there. There must be a key or person or thing, or song or poem or belief, or old saw that could access it, but they all seemed so far away, and after I drifted further and further into self-absorption, I closed the evening with this desolate thought: There are few takers for the quiet heart.

690 Babies of XMAS

When I sit on an old man's lap and tell him how naughty I've been I expect to be treated with respect.

Everyone Wishes for Silver and Gold

Hey, whaddya say we both be independent together, huh?

Beware the Dwarf

No one's gonna mess with Stella unless Stella wants to be messed.

Yesvember

Call me Mr. Flintstone 'cause I'll rock your bed.

Forgot My Suit, Forgot My Tie

don't you know that racial profiling is rude?

I Told You Not to Wait

if you hear sweet, smooth jams rise up from your soul, that's your answer.

Now Equipt With Lightsaber

Come high or stay home.

Go Find Yourself a Spin Cycle

You wouldn't know a good time even if it dropped out of the sky onto your face and started to wiggle.