Sensitivity: Questionable

Two hours of Internet porn and online sex left me screaming with orgasm after orgasm — until that bitch librarian told me to keep it down.

Behind every successful man is a strong woman, except for the man who invented that talking sex robot.

I was bitten by a radioactive grandmother and turned into Doily-Man. My costume is disgustingly see-through and my superpower seems to be mega-hyper sexual abstinence.

I really enjoy sex on a train. Maybe it’s the rocking motion or the roaring noise the train makes. Or maybe it’s the reaction on the face of the person in the next seat.

The librarian at the public library suggested that I could get more information regarding my ancestry if I were to talk to a genealogist about it. That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. I don’t even have a vagina!

I’ve heard about this “Speed Dating,” where a guy and a girl meet for 10 minutes and then move on to the next person. Sounds great, but if you have sex, what do you do for the other six minutes?

I love asterisks, capital letters, added emphasis and sexual innuendo, but not in *THAT* way.