There's more to the erotic life than explicitness.
I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?
Please, touch me, I pray.
Now? I'm just another female faking orgasms to make a man not feel so inadequate.
It's weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their 'other half.
What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you're so ugly on the inside?