A controlling man, surely a mythical creature?

Women basically want the same thing - a good passionate story, a great fantasy - and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.

It's much easier to wear your pain on the outside.

There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scaled in the circle of light. I'm struggling to resist, but I'm drawn. And then it's to bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavers to stay airborn. I am so warm. The heat... It's stiffling, overpowering. It wakes me.

A controlling man, surely a mythical creature?

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.