Hell, before that. Samson and Delilah, Lillith to some degree, others elsewhere.

Precisely. Button eyes and only malevolent intent behind that too-happy smile.

I read and write a lot of fantasy/sci-fi. my first thought upon considering the photo above was huh, I guess I can see that, jeans on the outside and sweats on the inside—wait, what? Why is the model's belly button so noticeably white? Perhaps she's also cotton-y on the inside (cue my horror/interest).

It's perfect because, should the wrong ears overhear, they can assume that you're just really dedicated to increasing dividends at the company when you say you're looking for big delta.

I don't care if people think he's alpha, beta, or gamma, so long as I'm getting that sweet, sweet delta.

I'm pretty sure it would cost, like, your entire (present) family dying violently in a betrayal. Damned Freys.

Give it a good googling, if need be.

That's not irony, that's coincidence. Unless you mean it in the Alanis Morrissette sort of way, in which case all things that are not ironic are what you define irony by :-)

The note read: Sex? Circle one. Yes No Maybe

After a certain point, you realize you're going for the record and budget your time accordingly (or at least I did. The last ones weren't as spontaneous as at the beginning, but what can I say—I'm a planner).

If you're a true pedant, then you will appreciate the accuracy of verb tense. The phrase should be, "If I had had the choice, I would rather have died than have been raped." It's not hypothetical like your quoted phrase is. Now, there is a difference between acknowledging that one sees death as preferable to having…

You mean the place named the Rape Capital of the World? Where women are likewise dying in droves due to conflict and all forms of violence?

More like Hole-y (Self-) Fuck :-)

wow, I can imagine. After a while, it was like being a teensy bit irritated from 'batin' was making me think about my downstairs and that led to horniness.

My record is 8 (11, if you count Os per sesh) and that day I slept like a rock. (lady here)

Ah, me too! I call them dreamgasms (I know, not very original). Some of the dreams they relate to are standard sex dreams, but the rest are me racing the clock to finish before someone enters the room I'm double-clicking my mouse in.

That never stopped me, but the "your dead relatives watch you do bad things" did give me pause.

Please stop by and let us know when the threat of men dying violently comes close to the threat of women being raped.

I think someone voicing her opinion that she would rather have died is the very definition of an accurate self-report. Don't dismiss it as a figure of speech anymore than you would "I would give my life for my child", etc. It trivializes the genuine feelings bound up in having survived such trauma, and casts…

Strange assessment from somebody whose nachos are a hot mess.