Until that night, she’d categorized multiple orgasms with unicorns, the Holy Grail, and free parking.

She’d set herself up to fail. On purpose. In the most basic way a woman can. I shaved my bikini line and wore my best underwear.

Let’s dispense with the preliminary round of ‘will we or won’t we’ so we can get down to the when will we.

Naked. Waiting. Go.

You want me to make you, remember? I want to make you.

He picked the one Cinderella on earth who would smash the glass slipper and cut off a few toes to keep Prince Charming from finding her.